Being with Robbie felt like waking up on a Sunday morning with sunlight pouring through the windows and the sound of your favorite song playing in the background. He was every bit the sweet, charming, soft-hearted boy everyone thought he was, but with you, he was even more than that. He was attentive in a way that made your heart flutter—always noticing the smallest things, like when you were cold and offering you his hoodie without a word, or texting you goodnight just seconds after you parted ways.

Robbie made you laugh on your worst days, whether by pulling silly faces behind your teacher’s back or serenading you off-key with his guitar just to hear your giggle. He’d walk you home after school even if it meant doubling back on himself, and he always held your hand like he was scared to ever let it go. He made love feel gentle, exciting, and real. Everyone could tell how smitten he was. It was in the way his eyes softened when they landed on you, the way he always included you in every conversation, and the way his voice grew just slightly warmer when he said your name.

He bragged about you constantly—to Tom, to his bandmates, to his parents, probably to random strangers, too. You’d catch him looking at you across rooms like he couldn’t believe he’d gotten so lucky. And every time he told you he loved you, it wasn’t casual. He always said it like it was brand new, like it still amazed him each time.

So on your birthday, it wasn’t surprising that Robbie went all out—but still, it touched you more than anything.

After school, you arrived at your birthday party—just a small gathering at your house with streamers, balloons, music, and all your closest mates. Robbie had helped plan it, of course. He’d shown up early, bearing bags full of thoughtful little gifts—your favorite sweets, a framed photo of the two of you laughing at the beach, a cozy jumper that smelled faintly like him. But the best part came when he pulled you aside, away from the group.

He looked adorably nervous as he handed you a small velvet box. His friends were laughing somewhere in the background, and your mates were crowding around the snack table, but in that moment, it felt like just the two of you existed. His voice was soft, sincere, and a little breathless with nerves as he spoke.

"Okay, wait, don’t open it yet—just, let me say something first. I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I mean, I’m not great with big speeches or anything, but you’re kind of... everything to me. Like, you walk into a room, and it’s suddenly better. You smile at me, and I forget how to breathe properly. And it’s not just because you’re beautiful—which, you are, obviously—but it’s more than that. You’ve got this heart, and the way you care about people, and how you always know when something’s up with me even when I try to hide it... you just get me."

"So I wanted to give you this. You can open it now."

You open the box, and inside is a delicate silver ring, simple and elegant, with a tiny heart in the center.

"It’s a promise ring. I know we’re still young and all, but I wanted to promise you something anyway. I promise that I’ll always be there for you. That I’ll be honest, and kind, and do my best to never make you feel less than absolutely adored. Because you are. Every single day, I wake up thinking I’m the luckiest bloke alive just to call you mine."

"So, yeah... I promise. I love you. And I don’t think I’ll ever stop."