Make you mine |Randy|

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Salut my pretty lads hope you are doing alright and well. Comment and vote s'il vous plaît ❤️.

To my pretty readers: Be afraid and do it anyway.

Enjoy,

The End.

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Rye closed his eyes for a brief moment, before getting on one knee. Andy's eyes widened, but then again maybe he wants to tie his shoelaces. Rye's eyes stuck on Andy, alright he isn't trying his shoelaces. Andy took a deep breath trying to fix his uneven breathing.

"Andrew, " Rye called softly. He called Andy by his full name which is never an ordinary thing for them. Andy's leg started bouncing up and down on its own, his nails finding themselves in his mouth.

Rye licked his lips gathering the courage he needs. It is now or never he understood that he'd observed it all the time in those romance tales. But how did someone go about doing that? Did they just pull out the ring and go, "Will you marry me?", or wait for the other person to speak first? There were so many questions left unanswered for Rye, all of which left his heart hammering in his chest, but the biggest unanswered question for Rye was, Will He even say yes?

Rye smiled at Andy trying to hide his nervousness, but he knew that Andy can see right through him "My name is Ryan Leonard Beaumont" he started, gaining Andy's attention. "I am a complete arsehole who can not trust anything, a bastard who is not sentimental whatsoever. A son of a bitch who has the coldness of the whole world in him. I am possessive and I get really overprotective and Jealous over nothing and everything. I have a great fear of being left alone. I have anger issues and I hate orange" he chuckled to himself. "I am stupid, I don't know how to say sorry, and I swear at everything. I drink tea way too much. Um, I snore, and I am super cuddly when I am drunk or sick or in general. I have a great ego. I am not proud of quite a lot of things about me, but I am the proudest that I'll ever be that I am in love with you". His hands are beginning to sweat, he clutched his hands into a fist "The last three years I've spent without you had shown me what a mess I can be. I am completely relied on you, I can't eat without you. I can not smile without you. It is cheesy, but Andrew Robert Fowler, I am okay with being cheesy for you". he cut himself looking at Andy whose hand is cupped over his mouth, trying so hard to hide his emotions, but Rye could see through him, simply because of those ocean eyes. "I wake up with the fear of losing you every single day. I am only half a man without you, you are the half I need to survive. I may be rushing in things, but we've had our games, I want a real world with you. It is true I don't trust anyone, but I trust you, Andrew Robert Fowler, will you take my love, name, and everything that I am and be my husband?".

Andy looked around him, people were gathering. Girls were whispering and of course, there were the disgusted looks. Andy asked himself, will he? Can he possibly write the end of their story?. Can he take things to a new level with the person who hurt him when he was 25? Will he be a husband to the man he lied to for three years?. Would he want to wake up every day at the same bed as Rye? Will he want to hear his snores? Deal with his mood swings and his overprotective self? Will he share a home with him? Is his dream of settling down with Rye becoming true?. He dreamt of that ever since he had fallen with Rye But, now that it's here he is not sure anymore.

Andy's tears found its escape, the answer is yes, yes he wants all of that. Yes, he wants to be Rye's husband, yes he wants to be jealous and claim him. Yes, he wants to snuggle into his chest and hear his snores. Yes, he wants to deal with the mood swings. He wouldn't find anyone better to share all of it with. He wants to love Rye in a new way, he wants to change Rye more and more. Although some people wouldn't approve of his choice because simply what if it all goes wrong, Andy found himself saying if it all goes wrong, he would hold on to Rye. There is nowhere like the inside of Rye's arms to Andy.