Troye P.O.V.
I dug the small black box out of my coat pocket, fiddling with it as I sat at our table, anxiously awaiting Tyler's return from the restroom. This was going to happen. This was happening.
This was actually happening.
I was going to ask Tyler Oakley to be mine.
My heart beat like it was trying to escape from my chest, my palms were damp with sweat, and I was starting to get light headed. I took a couple deep breaths, steadying myself. I had to calm down. Ty had most likely noticed how weird I was acting since we left the apartment. In our now three years together, I hadn't ever been this on edge, and he had to know something was up.
I saw him coming back, his hips swaying from side to side slightly like they always did when he walked. My heart beat rapidly rose to the speed of whirling helicopter blades. I quickly put my hands under the table, clenching the box to the point where my knuckles were white. I swallowed, trying to gather my courage.
Oh God, help me.
This is it.
Tyler P.O.V.
I smiled widely at Troye as I made my way back to the table, sliding into my seat across from him. There was something different in how he was behaving tonight, and I wondered what was eating at him. I had never seen him act like this before; he practically radiated nervousness and I couldn't put my finger on it. It was just dinner. Lost in thought, I almost didn't notice when he lightly brushed the back of my hand with the tips of his fingers, and my attention went to him.
I froze when I saw his expression. His handsome face was contorted into one of worry. His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was getting noticeably more ragged by the second. What was going on?
"Tyler," he whispered, and his voice cracked. I stared. His voice hadn't done that since our first kiss.
He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself, and went on.
"Tyler Oakley. I never thought that I could possibly love someone this much... but I do. I love you and each and every single thing about you: your witch's cackle, your blue-green eyes and how they sparkle when you try to hold in a snarky comment or a laugh; how you wake me up with a kiss, and how we do our hair together in the morning; how you take care of me when I'm sick, and how you can make me grin like a fool even when I'm in the worst of moods; everything that makes you you... and yet somehow here I am, my heart fit to burst with how full it is; every sweet kiss, gentle touch, and tender look that you give me, my love for you grows."
I gulped, tears blurring my vision as he told me these things. Why was he saying this?
Troye continued.
"I want to make you feel as wanted and cared for as you make me feel, every day, for the rest of our lives," he told me.
He got up and came to my side, shaking slightly.
I turned to face him. Troye dropped down on one knee in front of me, and the slender hands that I adored so much trembled as he held up and opened a tiny, black box to reveal a simple gold band nestled inside.
I gasped, covering my mouth with an unsteady hand, and the tears I had tried so desperately to hold back now flowed freely. I knew what he would ask next, and I knew my answer.
"Tilly, I love you, and always will.... would you make me the luckiest, most joyous person in the world and...," he choked up, but managed to roughly push out,
"Tyler...will you marry me?"
He quivered as he looked me dead in the eyes, holding his breath and biting his lower lip while waiting for my response.
"Yes!! Troye, yes, I will!!"
I half laughed, half sobbed as I jumped out of my seat, dragging him up with me. We clutched each other close, clinging to each other with all our might. People in the restaraunt applauded, but in that moment, all that mattered to me was the man in my arms.
It took a minute, but we collected ourselves, Troye wiping the tears from my face, and I doing the same for him. He removed the ring from the box and gave it to me, telling me to look carefully on the interior. When I saw it, I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, beaming up at him.
Engraved on the inside of the band, in Troye's handwriting, was his special nickname for me.
Tilly.
I grinned impossibly wider when he took it, grasping my left hand, and slid the ring onto it's rightful place on my fourth finger.
"I love you so very, very much, Tyler," he whispered, placing his arms around my waist, his blue eyes shining with pure bliss.
"I love you too, Troye, and don't you ever forget it," I murmured, twisting my arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss that I knew would lead to many, many more.
~The End~
~~~~~~AUTHOR'S NOTE~~~~~~
Okay, so I know that probably wasn't even vaguely realistic, but I had to do it!! I just had to!!
If you noticed anything I could change about it to make it better/more accurate or anything of the sort, please let me know, because if I like the idea I might. Open to constructive criticism :)
Random fact of the day: I had my iTunes on while I was going back through and revising/editing this, and "One and Only" by Adele played while Troye was making his speech, then it was "Nirvana" by Sam Smith, and then "All Of Me" by John Legend... and then I 100% lost it when "The Promise" by Tracy Chapman came on... between you and me, some fairly ugly sobs ensued O.o
UGH MAH FEELS THEY ARE STILL NOT OKAY
(many an endless thanks to leynalaugh for helping me through that haha :)
Anyway, comment and let me know what you thought? Maybe leave some other one-shot ideas below that you want me to attempt? Idk idk you do what you want haha :)
But that's all for now, DUBAI PRETTIES!! ;)
-Jessie
