Your hand slots perfectly against mine, walking in a comfortable silence that doesn’t compare to anything else. In a way, it’s better than any intimacy, managing to speak so many words with just the quiet splash of waves ahead of us.

I’m trying so hard to hide my nerves. I’m glad that it’s actually quite cold with the tide so close because if it wasn’t my hands would be soaked with sweat. I don’t know why I’m so scared, we’ve talked about being together for eternity so many times.

It sounds so childish when I say it like that, but it’s really not. I want forever with you.

The sky is a pure orange with a few splashes of pink in there, it looks like the most gorgeous pallet. The sun is in a perfect position, the earth tilted enough to see just more than half of it while it casts over the ocean before us. The setting is perfect, to sum it up.

I turn my head to look at you, the natural orange light projecting over your face just right. Your hair occasionally flowing when a new gust of wind blows. Subtle makeup that you don’t necessarily need, but you brush me off by saying it makes you look more tan. I can’t argue with you, so I just agree.

We’re highschool sweethearts. I can’t believe you actually stayed with me during the chaos of One Direction and the changes both of us went through. I’ve tried to keep you under the covers but it hasn’t worked out too well. It’s not that I don’t want people finding out about you, I’m so proud to be with you. It’s just that I don’t want you getting dragged into the media like I have. I can’t let that happen.

A few fans have followed you on Instagram and Twitter, I’m so grateful that all of them are genuinely nice to you and interact with your posts on a sweet level. I like seeing you interact with them now considering they’re all so supportive of our relationship.

The sun continues to set. I’m running out of time. “Hey, babe? I brought my camera incase you wanted a couple of pictures taken.” I propose an idea, but this won’t be the first thing I’m proposing tonight. I mostly just need you to turn away from me so I actually have time to get on one knee and try not to drop the ring, and—

Just shut up, Louis.

I snap a few photos of you, your entire figure is just perfect. “Turn around f’me.” I mumble and you do as I say, I snap one more just so you know that I wasn’t entirely lying about wanting to take pictures of you. I quickly dip my hand into my back pocket and I pull out the box with a literal shining brick in there. I fumble to open the box, dropping onto my knee and I quickly regain myself.

“Okay, come see.” I tell you and you turn around, eyes going wide at the sight of me. “{{user}}… I can’t even begin to explain how much I love you.” I declare, tears pricking at my eyes. “I’m sorry—“ I mumble, wiping my eyes but the tears just won’t stop. Why am I crying? I think the diamond is just blinding me at this point.

“Will you marry me?” I ask, staring at your face to try and pic apart your expression. My heart is physically beating out of my chest.