A/N
Daaaaaaaaymn it's been a while. Haha. Don't hate me.I pull up to her picture perfect home. Well, kinda. It's just the fact that she is there that makes it all better.
Roses, check. Breath.....check. Hair, check. Tie, check. Ring.....oh no! I forgot the....check. I mentally note.
Knock, knock, knock.
"I'm coming! One sec!" I hear her yell following a crash of some boxes and the jiggle of a doorknob.
Then she walks out onto the steps. All I see is pure perfection. Y/N is wearing a beautiful red dress that goes to her knees and her hair is down and curled.
Beautiful.
"So are you just going to stand there or are we.." She asks.
"Oh, ha, yeah." I reply.
I help her into my car and I drive to the restaurant that I had reservations to set three months ago.
"You didn't-" Y/N starts.
"Yes I did." I cut her off, "You deserve something special." She grins from ear to ear as the waiter leads us to our table.
The meal was really good. I can see why this place is a five-star restaurant. We shared an entire bottle of wine. I'm afraid that she's a little tipsy.
We walk to the nearby park. Some fans ask for pictures but other than that, we are mainly alone.
We go to a special stream in the park. The place of our first "I love yous".
"No way Dylan!" She says turning around and kissing me right on the lips. She admires the area for a while and I decide to do it. It's now or never pretty much.
"Um," I begin, her turning around, "I love you so much I can't even count how much, " I start going on one knee and pulling out the little velvet box that was in my pocket, earning a gasp, "I just wanted to ask you, Y/F/N, will you make me the happiest man alive, and will you marry me?" I ask opening the box, exposing a shiny ring.
"Yes. Forever and always Dylan." She cries hugging me. I stand up and plant my lips on hers then put the ring on her left ring finger.
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