Marcel Styles [ON HOLD]

Marry Me?

~A/N One shot for HeyitsAngieeeee

Sorry if it's so short /:

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I rolled out of bed and took a shower, then when I finished getting dressed, I walked out and found my long time boyfriend, Marcel Styles, just waking up in bed.

"Morning." I greeted with a smile.

"Hey, Angie."

"Finally awake?"

"A little."

I giggled as he got out of bed and headed for the shower as I made breakfast, then as I finished, I felt arms wrap around my waist and soft lips press to my cheek.

"You excited for tonight?" He asked.

"Marcel, it's just dinner."

"Yeah, but it's a date."

"You have a point."

He told me about the plan for tonight as we ate, then afterwards he headed back to his place.

"I'll pick you up, okay, Angie?"

"Okay, Marcel."

He kissed me before leaving and I smiled.

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I was putting on my jewelry as my doorbell rang, then I opened it and found Marcel standing there looking as handsome as ever.

"Ready?"

"Almost."

I walked back to my room and put my earring in, then Marcel draped my necklace around my neck and hooked the clasp.

"Now I'm ready." I giggled.

"Alright, let's go."

We drove over to the restaurant and got our table, then when we ordered dessert, I noticed how nervous he seemed.

"Babe, are you okay?" I asked.

He stood up and walked over to me, then our song began to play as he got down on one knee.

"M-Marcel-"

"Angie, I love you and can't imagine my life without you. I love waking up to your beautiful face in the morning, I love seeing that little pout you do when you can't reach something, I love you're laugh, and I just love everything about you. Please, Angie, will you marry me?"

"Y-Yes! Yes, Marcel, I'll marry you!" I sobbed as I pulled him into a kiss.

The waiters and other people in the restaurant cheered, clapped, and whistled after I accepted his proposal. Then, our families walked over and congratulated us.

"You knew?" I asked my mother.

"Of course."

I held Marcel's hand as he discussed the upcoming wedding with our fathers.