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You've just got on the bus home after a long day, and all you can think of is going home to your bedroom, reading for hours, then falling asleep with your book on your lap. On the way, you sit at the back and stare out of the window into the dark, gloomy, rainy weather. Even in the short walk home from the bus stop to your house, you know you will get soaked. As the bus nears your stop, you pick up your bags and stumble to the front of the bus. You grip the cold metal to prevent yourself from toppling over onto other passengers. The bus doors open and you walk out. The howling wind was blowing too forcefully for you to use an umbrella, so you pull your bag close to your chest, tug your hood onto your head and commence your journey home.
After looking down at your watch you realize it only took you five minutes to reach your tiled drive, but it definitely felt longer. You open your front door with a turn of your key. You slip your soaking shoes off your feet and proceed up your stairway into your bedroom.
"Surprise!"
"Wait-w-what," You stutter, "Tom! What are you doing here?! You were supposed to be in New York...What happened? Harrison, h-he just sent me a picture of the set. I mean wh-what is going on?"
"Well, I missed you. What can I say? I had to see your beautiful face. One month is just too much, and I know some couples go for six months, or even a year without seeing each other, but I can't! I love you, I love you, I love you. I don't want to leave you again,"
Your mind is filling with things that you'd like to tell him, but you're speechless. You open your mouth to try to say something, but no sound comes out, and you stand there, dripping water all over the carpeting in the doorway. His chestnut brown eyes lock with yours, and all that you can think of is how much you love him. He walks over to you, confident yet humble, and halts just as your nose touches his. He links both his pinkies through yours.
"Will you come back to New York with me?"
Your mind starts swimming again, and you know that you should probably think this decision through.
"Can I think about it?"
"Darling, you can do whatever you like. If you're happy, I'm happy, even if it means being away from you for another whole month. As agonizing as it will be, knowing that you are safe and content will make my days worthwhile."
You've never such wonderful words in your life. Your emotions start to take over. Your throat becomes tight, and your eyes begin to fill with tears of joy.
"Take your time with your decision, princess. I haven't booked a flight back yet. We have all the time in world,"
As you stared into those starry eyes, with locks of hair hanging over his forehead, a gentle smile painted on his beautiful face, you really do feel as if you do. Unable to keep your composure, you let a singe tear fall from your eye onto your cheekbone. He cups your face with his strong hands and wipes away the tear with his thumb.
"I love you, s-so much," You manage to choke out.
"I love you more than you can imagine," He whispers to you.
You realize that you've been holding your bag this whole time, so you let it drop to the floor. You grab a dry pair of clothes and walk to the bathroom to change. When you walk back into your room again, Tom is laying on your bed reading your favorite book. You smile and chuckle to yourself. He hears and looks over.
"I really missed you,"
"Me too," You reply, "You must be tired after the trip all the way back to London. You could just go to sleep now if you'd like,"
He looks at you as if you're insane.
"If you think that on the first day back with the girl I love, I'm going to sleep, you are out of your mind, but you're right. I am pretty exhausted,"
"How about a movie then?" You ask.
"That would be great,"
You both make your way downstairs to the sitting room, the whole while Tom's arm around your shoulders. Settling in on the couch, you notice how tired you feel. You lay down on your side in front of Tom as he beckons to you to sit down. He extends one arm over your waist, and intertwines his fingers with yours, with the other. You couldn't recall a time when you'd felt more joyous. Your eyelids start to feel heavy and you feel your eyes shutting.
The next thing you know, you wake up to the creaking of your stairs. You feel yourself moving, and Tom's arms around you. He's carrying you upstairs, and he lets you down softly onto your bed. Your eyes flutter back closed as he pulls the sheets over you both.
You start to stir in bed and soon enough you're awake. You sit up and gaze across the room to find Tom with a tray, waltzing in.
"I made you breakfast, darling," Honestly, you couldn't have even dreamed of a better boyfriend. You thank him while tucking into your lovely breakfast then get changed. Just as you are about to leave your room, Tom tells you that he has to run out to complete some errands. You shout a quick "bye, I love you" from upstairs then proceed downstairs. On the kitchen table you spot a slip of paper with Tom's delightful handwriting on it.
Meet me at my parents house in about an hour and a half.
You feel confused, but happy all the same, so you decide to just go with whatever happens. You spend the next hour thirty minutes reading, although it feels like only 10 minutes. You pick up your bags and step out of the doorway, about to walk to the bus stop.
After the journey, you step of the bus and walk the rest of the way to Tom's family's house. You notice how quiet the house seems, in contrast to the normality of when if usually is teeming with life. You ring the doorbell once, twice, thrice, but no answer. You try knocking. Still no answer, so you try opening the door. It isn't locked so it opens with a satisfying 'click' noise. You take your shoes off in the entrance hall and start walking further into the house-
"I was wrong,"
You snap around to see Tom in a suit standing in the doorway you just came through, leading into the sitting room. You're taken aback, but before you can inquire further, Tom continues.
"Yesterday, I said that even if you decided to stay, I would still be happy. The truth is that without you, I can't be. The way I feel when I wake up next to you, the way you smile, the way you know me like no one else does. It's all irreplaceable. Where you go, my heart goes with you. It's breaking me into pieces not seeing you. Every minute that I'm not with you is agonizing. You are my sunshine, darling. I can't go on like this, filming movies away from you. It's too long, and too painful. No one, not anyone in this universe, can make me as happy as you do. I want to spend all of my time with you. I want to make you laugh and bring out that smile that makes everything seem so much better. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. With the one who makes my life complete,"
He gets down on one knee and pulls out a tiny blue velvet box from his pocket. "Sweetheart, will you do me the greatest honor of all. Darling, will you marry me?"
Tom slowly opens the box to reveal a stunning ring with both your birthstones intertwined as the centre piece. You don't even bother trying to hold back your emotions, so while tears stream down your face, he stands up and you embrace him. Tears are forming in his eyes too and you watch one slide down his face. He kisses you and the world floats away.
"So what do you say? Want to be my wife?"
"Of course I do, yes, yes, yes. I'll go to New York with you and yes, I'll marry you!" You manage to choke out between sobs. He kisses your hand and whispers 'I love you'. You simply smile back.
Tom leads you into the kitchen, with his hand around your waist. When the door opens, Tom's family shout 'Surprise!'. Suddenly confetti and balloons are everywhere and the twins, Harry and Sam, are hugging you. Tom's mother rushes over to engulf you and Tom in a bear hug as she weeps over you both. You hear her saying that Tom couldn't have found a better wife than you and that she was so proud. Your smile grows a little wider.
"Well then everybody, let's prepare for a wedding!" Tom yells as he grabs your hands in his. He kisses you on the forehead, then on the top of your head. He pulls you close to his chest, and hugs you. When you both pull away he kisses you again, but this time square on the lips. He pulls you back in towards him, as he repeatedly kisses the top of your head, then whispers
"Sweetheart, you make my life worth living. Thank you for that, Darling,"
