“I thought we said no crying,” you laughed, hugging Michael tightly as tears pooled in both of your eyes.
“We did,” he laughed, wiping away a few tears.
Fans nearby in the airport watched the scene in awe, none of them having the courage to interrupt the two of you to ask for a picture or hug.
They were all taking pictures and videos, documenting what was happening to later post on their blogs that night so the whole 5SOSFam would know what happened at the Australian airport.
“I don’t want you to leave,” you whispered.
“I don’t want to leave you,” he said. “But I have to go. It’s my job.”
“Promise me you won’t find another girl?”
“Babe, we go through this every time I leave. I promise I won’t. We’ve been together for over three years and no one could ever compare to you.”
“I love you,” you smiled.
“I love you, too. And, because I love you…” he smiled and reached into the pocket of his hoodie. “I don’t want to leave here with you as my girlfriend. I want to tell people about my beautiful fiance who’s waiting for me in our apartment to come home.” He dropped to one knee and pulled out a black ring box, flipping it open.
“I want to brag about you and talk about our wedding plans. I want to be with you forever. And then, when we start a family, you’ll come on tour with me so we never have to be apart and I can raise my kids and be a part of their lives, and an even bigger part of yours. So, Y/N, will you become Mrs. Cliffaconda?”
You giggled and nodded tearfully as he sprung to his feet, pulling you into a hug. He slid the ring on your finger and kissed you passionately, even dipping you down, earning laughs from the crowd of fans.
The story was everywhere within half an hour. And you couldn’t be any happier to marry your dork of a boyfriend.
