Michael Jackson Imagines

The Proposal

*Fluff*

(Dangerous Era)

Your POV

I look up to see Michael walking back to our table. "That was a long trip to the bathroom." I chuckle.

He laughs as he sits down.

I take another sip of my champagne.

He stares deeply into my eyes, and holds my hand. "You know I love you right?"

A smile appears on my lips. "Yes."

"May I ask you something Y/N?" He asks nervously.

I nod my head.

He steps out of his chair and kneels down in front of me, then pulls out a small box from his back and pops it open. "Will you make me the happiest man in the world...and marry me?"

I jump from my seat and repeatedly say "yes."

Everyone around us claps and whistles.

He kisses me softly then wraps his arms around me tightly. He whispers in my ear "I love you so much."

"I love you too Michael."