I woke up without a hangover. Thank god. I’d have died if I knew I was going to be going out to dinner with Mike at a really fancy place with a hangover. I woke up still in Mike’s arms at around 12 in the afternoon and he quickly shot off to get ready for tonight. This must be something special.

I got up too, knowing it was special makes me want to really look good. I went in for a shower and washed my hair, thinking about all the birthday money I had and that I could get a cute new dress for tonight. I got out of the shower, dried my hair off a bit and put it into a messy bun. I put on some jeans and a baggy jumper of Mike’s and headed off to the mall. I need something cute, girly, and just pretty to wear tonight. I find the most perfect dress in under an hour so I drive home and take a long relaxing bath.

When I come out the bath it’s almost 4PM and Mike said to be ready for 7PM. Oh dear. I might be short on time. I get out and wrap a towel round my body. I’m so excited for tonight. I just love nights with Mike. He makes me feel so special. I don’t doubt my decision for the world. This has brought us so much closer together and I don’t doubt for a minute that anything bad will happen between us again. I apply my makeup and let my hair out of its messy bun. It has soft messy curls so I decide to keep it as it is. I slide into my dress and shoes. I end up just ready in time for half 6. I take so long to do my makeup…

I wait anxiously in the living room for Mike to show up and the door goes on the dot at 7PM. He comes in and he looks so handsome. He has a beanie on and a white shirt with a black tie. He has braces attached to black skinny jeans. He is so beautiful it hurts sometimes. His big smile came my way and I planted a kiss on his soft lips.

“You look just… I can’t even put it into words. You’re perfect.” He kissed me again and we walked out of the door hand in hand, Vic was staying in the house to watch Buster for the night.

We got to an Italian restaurant which happened to be my favourite, and already inside the restaurant there was champagne waiting for us. We sat down and talked for hours, we had a wonderful meal together and the whole time I just thought of how lucky I was. I have the most perfect man in the whole world and I love him so much. I feel like a teenager when I’m with him, I’m totally head over heels for him; I fall for him more and more every single day. How can one person be so perfect, seriously? He’s made my birthday and tonight the most perfect days ever. I’m so spoiled and so blessed. I can’t stress it enough! I was just thinking to myself how I was the luckiest girl in the whole world when I see Mike looking really nervous…

*** MIKE’S POV ***

My night with Scarlett is going exactly as planned. Everything has been perfect so far. She looks so happy, so content. I’m so glad. I feel the exact same way. She’s so perfect in every single way. She has the most perfect figure, the most perfect eyes, and lips – face in general really. I could not be luckier. She is perfect. Just perfect. I start to get a little bit nervous and she must have noticed.

“Are you okay baby?” she said, placing her hand on mines.

“Actually. I am. I’m more than okay. I’m the happiest I’ve been in my whole life. You are the reason for that. You are the reason I get up in the morning. You are the reason I’m here. You. My perfect girl. You are the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. You are the person who makes me who I am and knows me better than anyone, including myself. You are the person who I need in my life. You are the person I’ll love forever, unconditionally. You are the person that makes me so happy. You’re the reason that I’m nervous right now. You’re the reason that I have butterflies all the time. You’re the person I fall in love with more and more every day. You are the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life. No one compares to you. You are the best thing in my life. You are my life. My soul mate, my sweetheart, and I was just wondering something, if you’d want to be forever mine? Will you marry me?” I said as I got down on one knee, tears forming in both of our eyes and smiling like idiots.

“YES! Yes Michael I’ll marry you!” she shouted and everyone else in the restaurant cheered. That sentence is the best sentence I’ve ever heard in my entire life. We kissed each other and we cried in each other’s arms. I’ve never been happier. This is where I want to be for the rest of my life. In Scarlett Danes’ arms.

Notes

Title credit: If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn - Sleeping with Sirens

Short chapter, I'm sorry!

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