Forget Me Not (Klance)

Chapter 24, Memories

"Will you marry me?" He asked, on one knee in front of the entire world practically.

Lights flashed with photos of me, the sounds of gasps filled the gala stairway. "Lance?" I awkwardly looked around. "Is this a joke?" I giggled nervously, we weren't out, and this was the most extreme version to get to the media about our relationship.

He looked at me and smiled, laughing back. "No? It's real" He looked away at everyone.

"I thought you said we'd come out in an interview?" I whispered.

"Yeah, well I lied" He sheepishly looked away.

"I can tell" I sarcastically peeped.

"Are you gonna answer? Or am I gonna shake here awaiting a response all night?" He blinked blankly.

"Nah, I think I'll let you shake in those Louis Viton boots" I joked.

"Please Baby" He whined.

"Well, what answer do you think it is?"

"Yes?" He mumbled sadly.

"Then it's a yes" I looked in his eyes and smiled.

"Really?" He lit up.

"Yes, Lance" I bent down and kissed him.

He lifted up with me, jumping into my arms, his glitter cheeks getting all over my shoulders. I hugged him back, nuzzling into his shoulder.

"We should start heading into the party" He mumbled.

"Yeah" I giggled, looking over at the people held up by the engagement.

"I love you" He held my hand.

"I love you too" We started walking, flashes of the news stations got even worse until we got into the gala.

He breathed out nervously, both of our hands were sweatier than ever, but despite everything, we made it through.

"So, this is your first Met Gala..." He nervously looked down. "You made a good first entrance, and you're holding up well" He gulped.

"Calm down, my love" I kissed his cheek.

"I am calm" He whined.

"Sure" I laughed it off.

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I stared at the ring on my finger, sighing gently, not like a sad sigh, but a happy content one. I stared up at the ceiling, closing my eyes, Lance shifted over and laid on my chest. I subconsciously laid my hand over his.

He's so soft, gentle, amazing, talented, lovely, beautiful, gorgeous, funny, and so much I can't even come up with. I drifted off to sleep.

I was so tired from Alcohol, food, and dancing, that I knocked out quickily.

"Keith, baby" Lance whined, cooking food. "Come eat"

I don't know what was about this situation that made me afraid, but I went over anyways. I sat down, eating the food, "Lance, this tastes funny"

"I added tumeric, I've been messing with Mom's chorizo, but I know now that that doesn't taste so good" He sighed.

"It's good baby" I rubbed his hand, comforting him.

"Don't lie" He smiled.

"Okay, it's pretty weird, but I'm gonna eat it all so you feel good" I giggled.

"Good" He grinned, staring into my eyes.

"Lance?"

"Yes?" He looked in my eyes, they weren't blue.