After an amazing night, I woke up at 10, and turned to face Luke. "Morning beautiful," he smiled at me. I smiled back, "Morning handsome." Breakfast mostly consisted of pancakes and Danishes. "I feel so fat eating all this- but I love it!" I laughed. He smiled at me, "Me too."
The next days we spent sight-seeing and going to nice food places. On the last night, we sat in our hotel room. Luke looked a bit clammy, and nervous. "Hey, baby. You okay?" I asked, climbing onto his lap, facing him. He snapped out of a daze and stared at me for a second, "Sorry, yeah. Yeah I am, you?"
"Well, yeah but you seem worries, what's wrong?" I asked him.
"Nothing, honestly. Just thinking of what we could do."
"I have an idea," I smirked. My hand travelling to the top of his jeans. He but down hard on his lip, and stayed at my hand intently. "No. N not now, later maybe? I just really want to do something tonight," he said. I sat there for a minute thinking. He never did that; he never didn't want to not do it. "Okay.." I replied.
"Sorry,' he said, "I probably seemed a bit harsh there. I just really want to make the best of this, you know?" he asked, smiling. I nodded and smiled, "Okay."
It was currently winter in New York, and recently, snow had fallen thickly, and fastly. I tugged on a black chiffon vest, and one of Luke's flannel shirts, and ripped black skinny jeans. I sat on the end of the bed, tying my Converse laces up, as he zipped up his coat. I put on my parka and opened the hotel door, "Ready?" he asked me. I nodded and held his hand.
"So where are we going?" I asked him.
"Hmm, how does Central Park sound?!" he asked excitedly.
"Oh my god yesss!" I squealed.
We had the cutest time in Central Park! We had a really long walk, and then sat down for a bit. We talked about the band, his new place in England, our adventure so far and our future. Suddenly, he bent down. "Luke?" I muttered. He turned and stood up, throwing a snow ball at me. "Hey!" I shouted, running wash and hiding behind a bush. I made a small pile of sizeable snowballs and got them ready for throwing. "Ha!" I shouted as I hit him in the head. He laughed and chased me. "No no no!" I squealed as he grabbed my arms and kissed me.
After our small snow ball fight, he took both of my hands. "Holly," he said, deeply looking into my eyes.
"Yes...?" I asked him. He exhaled heavily, and sank onto one knee. "Luke?" I asked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. "No way," I whispered in shock, my hands covering my mouth. "Holly, would you do me the honour, of marrying me?" he asked me, smiling the happiest smile that I'd ever seen. I could barely breathe as I felt tears roll down my cheeks. "Oh my god, Luke. I, yes. Yes I will. I can't, luke I, I love you," I cried happy tears as he stood up and wrapped his arms around me, "I love you, I love you," he said, as his eyes welled up. He kissed me passionately and hard. "I'm so happy," I said through tears.
"Me too. I've never been this happy," he laughed. He went to put the ring on my finger. "Shit," he murmured.
"What?" I asked, alarmed.
"Um, it. The ring.. Doesn't fit," he stared at it. The ring had only got half way. "Fucking idiot. Shit. Well I've fucked that up, complete DICK," he said to himself. He ran his hands through his hair. I grabbed his hands, "Hey, stop. It doesn't matter, we can get it changed, make it bigger. Honey, it doesn't matter. Even if you didn't get me a ring, I'd still be unbelievably happy. Don't beat yourself up about it." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He sighed and his shoulders drooped, untensing. "Okay, thank you. I am sorry, anyway."
"It really doesn't matter. I mean hey, it'll be a story to tell people," I replied, winking.
"Right, to the bedroom!" He shouted, picking me up and carrying me back to the room.
