A Different Kind of Devotion (R5 Fanfiction)

Hanaa's POV

I woke up the next morning, wondering why I was so tired. Then I remembered, R5 had a concert!

Suddenly, all the events of the previous night came flooding back.

My left hand flew up, and I admired the ring. It was a silver band that snaked around a large amethyst. It was simple, but breathtakingly beautiful.

The door creaked open and Riker stepped into the room. He looked at me and chuckled.

"What?" I pouted.

"Your hair..." he giggled.

I crossed my arms. "Hey."

Riker adjusted the pale blue beanie so some of his blond hair poked out the front over his glasses.

I flopped back onto the bed and groaned. "You looking like that is gonna be the death of me."

"Like what?" he smiled.

"Beanies and glasses! You look so damn cute!"

Riker giggled again and I sat up.

"I came in here to talk about our wedding," he said, pulling out a calendar.

"Well how soon do you think we should have it?" I asked.

"Next summer?" Riker suggested.

I nodded and he flipped to June.

"What month?"

"August," I said automatically.

Riker flipped the calendar to August and we discussed what might be a good day.

We finally decided on the 19th.

"Riker," I said. "Can the bridesmaids dresses be purple?"

Riker smiled. "Only if the groomsmens ties can be blue."

"Of course," I smiled back.

After sitting in silence, snuggled into Riker's shoulder, I spoke.

"I'm gonna have Rydel help plan the wedding."

Riker smiled at my idea.

"I'm also gonna take her and maybe Stormie with me dress shopping," I continued. "Definitely Stormie," I added after some thought.

Riker smiled and stood. "Get dressed. We're going out to eat."

My eyes widened. "Everybody?"

Riker smiled again. "Just us two."

I leaped out of bed and decided on a cream knit sweater with long sleeves, a pair of dark skinny jeans, and some knee-high brown boots without heels.

I didn't put on any makeup and just combed out my hair.

I went downstairs and Riker was still in his beanie and glasses, and he was also wearing a blueish Hollister sweatshirt.

Riker drove me to a quaint little coffee shop and we sat down in a corner booth.

The breakfast was delicious, and after we ate we both got ice cream sundaes.

As we were eating, I pulled out my phone and opened the camera.

"Smile!" I told Riker.

He smiled, holding a spoonful of ice cream in one hand and giving me a thumbs up with the other hand.

I snapped the picture, giggling at the result. Riker ate his spoonful of ice cream and I showed him the picture.

"This is my new lock screen," I giggled again.

I set the screen then placed my phone on the table to finish my ice cream.

We finish eating and paid the bill, the Riker drove us to the park.

I intertwined my fingers with his, my head on his shoulder, and we followed the winding trails through the park. We met some other couples, but we were pretty much the only ones there.

After a while walking, I pulled Riker under a tall oak tree. I stood with my back to the trunk, my hands on Riker's shoulders.

He put his hands on my waist and looked into my eyes.

And we kissed.