Marcel POV
"I can't believe you are getting married!", I look at my brother in the tuxedo.
"Me neither, you better be next!",
" I hope so. I've been thinking about proposing to her. I got the ring already",
"She'll say yes, trust me", he smiled.
"I hope so", We have gone through so much shit. From the beginning of our relationship to high school through now. It is amazing to see us two five years later happier than ever. I love her more than words can describe. To me, she created an epiphany on life and how amazing it can actually be. When I was in high school, I viewed it as hell. I didn't like it at all. Am I supposed to be living in this hell hole for another 50-70 years of my life? Kassidy changed that. She made me realize that there is still light in the darkness. There is still kindness in everyone. I don't know where my relationship with my brother be without her. We have grown up as children apart, I with my mum, and he was with my dad. We had the most contrasting attitudes which didn't mix with one another. My mum and dad are together under one roof for the first time ever since they've parted ways. It is reassuring to know that though they aren't together anymore, they will do anything for the sake of their children.
This proposal I was planning meant a lot to me. I wanted her to say yes, but I also wanted her to know that I love her. I probably say it too much, but its true.
Kassidy POV
"You look absolutely stunning", I tell Jennifer as she places the veil on her hair. Tears begin to form in my eyes as I see my best friend in her wedding gown.
"I can't believe I'm actually getting married", she said as she looked in the mirror.
"Me neither", I smiled.
"You're next", she laughed.
"I don't think so", I gave her a nudge.
A part of me wished that Marcel would propose to me one day. It's been nearly five years since we graduated Oxford. We settled down in a small house in Manchester. We always go back to the United States and visit our families. Lots of things have happened since that night at the club. A lot of great things. Zayn has become a best friend of mine and one I won't ever want to lose. He's been such a big impact in my life and I appreciate everything he's done for me. He is happy, he has an amazing fiancé named Perrie. Niall moved back to Ireland and married a sweet girl named Devin. They're already expecting their second child. Everyone is happy, I'm happy.
"He'll do it one day", she said, " Who knew I'd be in a wedding dress?"
"I hope so too. And I did? We all saw it coming except you", I giggled.
"Well my maid of honor deserves a happy ending too", she says.
"Well today isn't about your maid of honor, it's about you. Silly!", I laugh as I wiped the tears on my cheeks.
"Don't cry, you'll make me cry", she frowned.
"Okay, sorry. I'm getting emotional. Don't cry, you'll smudge your makeup",
"Still the same ol' Kassidy I met at high school", she laughed.
"Still the same ol' me. But my fashion and hair has changed a bit", I joked.
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Marcel POV
It's passed a week since the wedding and Kassidy and I went on holiday to Hawaii. I was going to propose to her then and there at Waikiki.
"Babe, I'm going to take you out on a picnic", I smiled and she looked at me strange.
"A picnic?",
"Yes, a picnic", I rolled my eyes and she laughed.
"Okay, Mr. Styles. I'd love to go",
A picnic was set before we arrived. Candles were lit along the walkway to the blanket. I took deep breaths as she walked down the walkway.
"It's so pretty", she looked back at me, "What is all this for?"
We approached the picnic and my heart was pumping so loud that I was scared she'd hear it.
"I love you Kassidy. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You changed me, you made me into a better man. I can't thank you enough. Without you and your sweet soul in high school I don't know where I'd be. Before you, I looked at this world as a never ending cycle. I looked at everything negatively. But you taught me there is still sunshine somewhere despite it being dark. You taught me how to be optimistic, that there is always something good out of everyday. I love you and the way you smile even though I know you had a bad day. I love when you sing in the car obnoxiously, never failing to give me a chuckle. I love when you want to cuddle in my arms when we watch the ending of Toy Story 3. I love when you text me pictures of you doing a silly face when you know that I have a boring meeting in the office. I love telling you how much I love you, though you probably get sick of it. But I do, and even the word "I love you" isn't comprehendible to the way I feel about you. You changed how my family is. My brother and I are closer than ever. We've had a lot of ups and downs, but we made it this far. And look at us now, we are here in Hawaii. You are the one who fell in love with me for my glasses and not my skinny black jeans. I love you so much, words cannot describe. Will you marry me?"
Kassidy POV
As he knelt down on one knee, my chest began to tighten and tears began to form in my eyes. I was completely speechless and nodded yes soon after. It wasn't a question. As Zayn said when we "dated", he was my happiness. It was true. Without him, I felt like a walking ghost. It was the hardest thing to do. I thought I was able to move on before, but I didn't. I still loved him, I never stopped loving him. He was my source of happiness. He taught me to love myself for everything, including my flaws. He always tells me how much he's grateful for me where I barely say it to him, and he deserves to hear it. He deserves to know how much I appreciate him daily. How I love his corny little jokes that make me smile even on the days I get stressed out with my job. How I love his smile that never fails to brighten my mood along with everyone else in the room. How I love his dorky poems that tell me his favourite things about me. Which I never understand why he loves them. I love when we'd sing in the car when he'd pick me up from work. We'd sing til our eyes are full of tears of laughter. I love when I see him on his notebook, furiously scribbling his paperwork and concentrating intently. I love when he'd tell me how he imagines our future, in a small house with running kids and a little dog by the city. I love when he kisses my nose and forehead. I love him, I love Marcel.
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The end! Thanks for reading :) xx
