Playing With Fire || d.h

96. All Smiles

A/N: you know when your life's falling apart and it's completely your fault yet you still have no control over it so you just spend all your time laying in bed and hating yourself? Yeah, me too.

I know I'll probably wake up the next morning with wrinkles, as the giddy smile on my face doesn't go away the entire ride back to the hotel, nor when we walk to our room. Dan gave me the engagement ring right after he proposed and I was able to calm down a bit, and it's one of the most beautiful things I've seen. It's a simple gold band, with a diamond in the middle, surrounded with two smaller diamonds on each side. It's dainty and classic, possibly the most perfect engagement ring I've ever seen.

The hotel has a small food shop built into it, and we splurge on popcorn, chips, candy, and soda. We go back to our hotel room, and Dan picks out something to watch on Netflix as I make the popcorn and set out snacks along the coffee table. The microwave beeps, and I pour the popcorn into a plastic bowl, before sitting down on the couch as Dead Poet's Society begins to play on the large screen. Dan and I practice throwing popcorn into each other's mouth, applauding each other when one of us catch it, and laughing each time someone misses. Eventually, when we're out of junk food and drinks, I lie my head on Dan's lap, and end up falling asleep.

I wake up the next morning to the sound of the shower, along with early sunlight spilling into the room. I stretch, my back slightly sore as I realize both Dan and I had both slept on the couch.

I'm still wearing the white dress from last night, which hangs loosely and wrinkled on my frame. I pull out a denim skirt and black top, getting dressed. I run a brush through my hair and let it hang loosely, doing light makeup. I don't have anything to really dress up for, although Dan and I do have to go to Shane's house sometime soon.

It only just hits me that today's our last day in LA, and we'll be leaving sometime early tomorrow morning. The last few days have felt like weeks, and it feels as if I haven't been in London for forever. I sigh heavily as as wipe invisible dust from my skirt, and hear the bathroom door open.

Dan walks into the bedroom, wet curls of his hair sticking to his forehead. I can't help but laugh, and he only rolls his eyes.

"It's not my fault I look like a damn poodle the second my hair gets wet. Now, what time do you want to go to Shane's?" He asks.

I shrug my shoulders. "He said anytime's fine, and to just text him ahead of time so he knows we're on our way."

Dan thinks for a second, before replying, "Well, I can't think of anything to do beforehand, so we might as well get going now."

I nod my head. "Okay, I'll send him a text."

I text Shane, asking if it's late enough for us to head over, and he gives us the okay. We leave the hotel, stepping into one of the cabs sitting out of the hotel, and give the driver the address. A few minutes later, we're pulling up jus driveway. Dan pays the cab driver, and we step out of the car, walking up to Shane's front door. As Dan knocks on the door, I look over the horizon, distracted by the toy-like city below us. However, my attention's taken away from the view when the door swings open, and Morgan and Garrett come running to my side. Morgan seizes my left hand, and her and Garrett give a giddy laugh as they look at the ring on my finger.

"Oh, my god! You said yes!" Garrett nearly squeals, and I can't help but laugh, before looking at Dan.

"You told them?" I ask him, giving him a questioning look. He only shrugs his shoulders, giving me an innocent smile. I roll my eyes, before turning back to Morgan and Garrett, who are still obsessing over my ring.

Eventually, we walk back into Shane's house, and sit at the sofa. Ryland and Andrew come from the kitchen, each loaded with different snacks and drinks, as if we're in some sort of fancy movie theatre. Dan grabs a piece of popcorn, before throwing it into my mouth, and everyone cheers. As Shane hooks up his laptop screen to the tv, Garrett dims the lights, and sits on the other side of me as Shane pulls up the first video. We all get situated, and he presses play with bated breath. Shane's obviously one who appreciates dramatics.