5 seconds of summer imagines and preferences

Michael: how he proposes

It was late at night on the first day you met Michael. All the big milestones in your relationship, first kiss, becoming his official girlfriend, the day he asked you out in the first place, and you hoped the day he would propose. You were beginning to doubt them your hope at 11 when you were getting ready for bed that night. You were staring to worry about Mikey because he hadn't come into the bathroom yet, so you were waiting and peeking out into the room.

"Don't come out until I tell you to." Mikey called from the room shutting you inside the bathroom.

"Can I come out now?" You asked after about 5 minutes.

"Yeah." He said opening the door and casually covering your eyes. He sat you on the rocking chair, uncovered your eyes and knelt in front of you. You gasped when you saw the gallery around you. He had filled the room with pictures of the two of you everywhere. Wherever you looked Mikey and you were smiling and looking back at you. You got up and ran to one.

"That's the selfie we took right after you kissed me for the first time in Paris." You said pointing to the wall. He chucked.

"And that's the one we took on our first date." You ran to a different one.

"There's the one we took when we were recording songs and we were both bored."
Mikey dragged you to a selfie of you making funny faces.

"There's you sweaty after your concert." You said pulling him to a horrendous picture of him sweaty.

"There's you with your face burned. You said running his still sore face with your soft hand.

"Baby go back to the rocking chair." You walked back to the rocking chair and sat down. Michael followed a couple seconds later playing with something in his pocket. He dropped to one knee.

"Babe, these last 4 years have been the best of my life, and that is just because I stole you. You won me over from the first day I met you, and I knew that I had to make you mine. So I guess what I'm trying to say by all of these things that I normally don't do is, Will you marry me?" He asked pulling the ring out of his pocket. You burst into tears. He gave you a worried look but almost fell over with relief when you shook your head, and managed a faint yes. He slid the ring on your finger and you dropped to his knee to hug him better than you could from the chair.