"Goodnight, Andre. I love you." I mumble into the pillow, almost instantly falling into a trance of deep sleep.
I hear Andre replicate the words, but as he says them I've already fallen asleep. It seems as if only minutes later, I'm awaken by Andre.
"(Y/N)?" He whispers near my ear. I rest my head on the pillow, facing him on my side. My eyes flutter open at his voice.
"What-" I yawn, interrupting my sentence. "What's wrong?" I place my hand on his chest as he lays on his back, staring at the ceiling.
"I can't sleep." He continues to stare blankly at the ceiling.
I scoot closer to him, lying against the side of his body. I place my head onto his chest and begin to trace shapes with my finger on his stomach. It always seems to relax him.
"What's on your mind?" My eyes are strained from my lack of sleep, but I keep them open anyways. I know if I close them I will continue on in my oblivion.
"Nothing, really." He sighs, taking his eyes off the ceiling to place a kiss on the top of my head.
"Are you sure you're just not telling me what you're worrying about?" I press.
Andre breathes, sighing. I remember the last time this happened; we stayed awake for almost two hours before he confessed his worries to me.
He doesn't respond, but I can tell that he's thinking.
"It's just better to talk about it." I pause.
"Nothing's wrong." He persists as he moves onto his side.
"Don't shut me out again." I plead, knowing that he's lying about his anxiety.
"I can't talk about it with you!" He insists.
"Why not?" I sit up from my lying position, becoming more upset with him.
"Because."
"Because why?" I continue to press, trying to get an answer from him.
He refuses to answer me, his secret staying hidden. I decide that if he can't tell me, then he can try to fall asleep on his own.
I make a bed on the couch, being persistent with my wishes. I hear him toss and turn in his bed, his decision to not tell me obviously backfiring on him.
After ten minutes, he storms out of the room and paces towards me.
"(Y/N), I was going to wait to do this until tomorrow, but you're leaving me no choice." He offers me his hand to help me stand up from the couch. "If it wasn't for your stubbornness, you'd be getting something in a more romantic setting and a more romantic speech, but here goes nothing." He clears his throat and gets down on one knee, pulling a black box out of his pocket. "The reason that I was, and still am, extremely nervous is because I want to do something that will change both our lives forever."
Once I realize what he's doing my hands fly to my mouth, covering it in shock.
"You're my best friend, (Y/N), my everything, and I can't live without you." He takes a deep breath. "You love me no matter what. You're always there to comfort me when I need it and you're still here when I treat you badly. I don't deserve you, I truly don't. Your smile is the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen." He starts chuckling with tears in his eyes. "Now I'm rambling, but you didn't give me any time to prepare." We both laugh with tears streaming down our faces. "What I want to ask you is if you would please, please marry me?"
I nod my head and lean down to kiss him, grabbing his face and pulling him closer. We both smile into the kiss before he leans back to slide the ring onto my finger.
"It's beautiful." I stare at the ring in awe.
"Not as beautiful as you are." He smiles and kisses me again.
We don't get any sleep for the rest of the night, our hearts can't seem to stop pounding from the pure excitement of getting married. We plan almost everything in a matter of a few hours, and soon find ourselves drifting off to sleep.
