The words meant everything as well as the actions. Most importantly, he meant everything. He always would. His glossy smile lighting up a billion people, his laugh which was contagious and those eyes, the ones that made me fall in love with him more and more each day.

I smiled at Conor eating his food and flicking through his phone. Every now and then, he'd glance up and throw me a smirk before returning to his phone.

"What are you doing?" I asked curiously, smiling at his beautiful eyes.

"Oh, nothing," Conor shook up and covered his phone. I raised an eyebrow confusingly. "Okay fine. Picking a destination for our date night."

I automatically felt guilty. I don't know why but I didn't want him to feel like I forced him to tell me. I was just confused.

"Well I need to go and do a few things. Price is picking me up so I'll see you later." I walked off, looking at the text Price sent me telling me that he was here.

"Hm."

"Sorry." I ran over and kissed him quickly before leaving.

"Its fine. I got the kiss. Love you." The sweet taste of vanilla filled my mouth, and I walked off to Prices car, closing the apartment door and running off down the stairs.

"Hey man." Price greeted me.

"Alright."

"HELLOOOO DOM!" I nearly shit myself as I didn't realise Phil was in the back, laughing his ass off.

"Fuck you mate." I laughed and told Price to drive.

--

I looked at the jewellers window, hesitating carefully. A cigarette was burning in my hand and I was scared what the next decision would bring me.

Honestly, I wasn't scared of the good thing that would come, but what would happen if I walked away?

Phil walked up to me while Price was in some shop a yards past looking for cigarettes. It was my last one so he was stressed he didn't have one.

"So, you ready to propose yet?" Phil tugged my arm, pulling me out of a trance. "Sorry, you were sort of just staring." His hands were in his pockets.

"Yes actually. I never thought I'd spend my life with Conor, it's crazy, you know? I love him, so fucking much more than anyone."

"Well shit, thanks," Phil said sarcastically laughing. "But continue."

"I don't want to right now. He's planning date night and really trying his best to please me. I'm gonna wait till the next date night. I plan it, so next week can you and Joe, and Price come with me to pick a ring?"

"FUCK YES!" Phil shouted and when people starting staring at him, he walked off and dragged me with him.

--

"Phil looks flushed."

"Yeah well he just fucking screamed 'fuck yes' in the middle of the street."

I told Price and he agreed to help me pick out a nice ring while laughing at Phil's red face. I wanted One that would suit Conor and he'd love. I felt excitement pound through my body like when Conor pounced on me for making pancakes in the morning.

He was so sweet. Everything about him was soft, okay maybe not everything, but I loved every part of him.

His eyes, fluffy hair and beautiful body. The flaws he hated, made me love them more. Just fucking everything.

His smile would light up the whole world and I've said that so many times. The small giggles when I tickled him.

I couldn't wait another minute to not engage this man. It was either now or never. All I could wait for was a yes, a pure positive yes. I promised I'd marry him one day.

After getting everything we needed, I went back home and tried to hide my excitement. Conor would be moving his stuff soon into my place and then we were planning to buy an apartment.

I couldn't stop smiling and smirking at the fact I'd be, hopefully, marrying the blonde haired man sleeping on the couch. His head was in the air and his mouth wide open, tangled in a blanket. I walked over and kissed him on the nose and went straight to the kitchen for a drink.

Every now and then I'd hear a snore escape his throat and I'd laugh. He was never really snored, just dreamed a lot.

I felt a wave of relief crash over me. Relief that I had Conor and that in any panicky moment, he was there. Any bad dreams, he was there. Any depressing times, I was there.

Conor would get upset and depressed on tour sometimes, making my love for him back then grow stronger.

He would find it hard on tour and struggle with the road. We all supported him the best we could and soon enough he was happy again.

Conor stirred in his sleep and I walked over, lifted him and put him into the bed so he could rest better. Just as I was setting him down, he whispered, "I love you more than anything."

"I feel for that too, Conor."

He gently smiled and rolled over, shutting his eyes and snoring again.