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You walked into the BuzzFeed office that morning, completely unaware of what was in store for you. All you were told was that you would be in a video with one of your exes, but they wouldn't tell you which one or what you would be doing. You met with Harley, the girl who was in charge of organizing this video, when you walked through the door, and she took you into another room.
The set was already put up – a bed surrounded by a couple cameras that were already recording – but that didn't give you any clue as to what you would be filming. In fact, if anything, it made you more confused.
"Do you have any idea what's going on today?" Harley asked, motioning for you to sit on the bed.
"Well, I mean, I know it has something to do with my ex," you replied, "I'm just nervous as to which ex that is."
"How about we bring him in now?" she said, motioning for the person at the door to let him in.
The moment Luke stepped through the door, both you and him froze. You let out a shaky breath as he walked over to the set. The blonde shyly sat down beside you, making sure there was at least half a foot of space between the two of you.
"Okay," she nodded, "What we want you to do is lie down and just cuddle like you normally would and we're gonna have you pull questions out from this bowl to ask each other." You and Luke nodded hesitantly at the idea of cuddling like you used to. "You two can back out at any time, okay?" Harley reminded you, "You don't have to do this."
"I'll do it if you will," Luke murmured.
You nodded slowly, "I'm down."
Luke laid down on the bed, his arm bent on the pillow with his hand under his head. You laid down next to him, putting your own head on the makeshift pillow his arm had created. Your faces were mere centimeters apart and you were breathing in his scent for the first time in years.
"Still wear the same cologne?" you said softly.
"Still use the same shampoo?" Luke returned just as quietly.
"Where's your antler necklace?"
"Right here," he told you, pulling it out from under his shirt. You instinctively brought your hand up to play with the pendant, doing anything you could to distract yourself from Luke's gaze.
"You guys ready for the questions?" Harley asked once she felt you and Luke were as comfortable as you were going to get.
"Mhmm," Luke hummed in response, nodding slightly. Harley placed the bowl in the space between both of your stomachs, telling you to start whenever you were ready. "You wanna go first?" he asked.
"Sure," you whispered, taking your fingers away from the necklace and pulling out a slip of paper. You looked down to read it.
You couldn't help but laugh quietly at the question, making Luke's heart race – he would never admit it, but he missed the sound of your laugh.
"In a zombie apocalypse, which of your friends would you eat first?" Luke smiled slightly at the question as well.
"To be fair, I think they would eat me first," he answered.
You nodded in agreement, "It would probably be Michael." He chuckled a little more loudly, agreeing with your statement as well.
Luke reached into the bowl next and pulled out a question.
"If you were able to throw away one thing that I owned, what would it be?" he asked. You began chewing on your lip, having to think about it.
"Oh, God," you mumbled, "Um... You know that black long sleeve shirt you always wore onstage?"
"But I really like that shirt!" he pouted.
"I know, but give your other shirts a chance," you smiled. You reached into the bowl again. "What's one thing, if anything, that you miss most about our relationship?"
"Only one?" he breathed shakily. You felt your heart start racing. "I guess what I miss most is being this close to you and knowing you didn't hate me," he told you.
"I don't hate you, Luke," you shook your head, making him purse his lips together.
"What do you miss about our relationship?" he asked, swallowing thickly.
"When we used to sneak out at midnight and walk to the lake in the middle of the woods."
"You can do that with anyone," he pointed it out.
"I liked it better with you," you whispered. You didn't dare make eye contact with him, instead watching his fingers reach into the bowl again and unfold the paper.
"Knowing what you know now, would you still have gotten into a relationship with me?" he read.
"Yeah," you answered without hesitation, "I don't regret being with you, Luke, but I regret the way it ended." You finally looked up at him. "I know you thought it was because of the band or the touring or the fans, but that wasn't it at all," you said firmly, wanting him to understand, "It was all on me."
Luke was flicking his lip ring with the tip of his tongue as you pulled the last piece of paper from the bowl. You cleared your throat, hoping your voice wouldn't crack as you read it.
"What's the biggest secret you've been keeping from each other since your breakup?" You decided to go first, figuring yours wasn't really that shocking. "You know how I never used to keep my phone locked?" Luke obviously nodded. "I put a passcode on it after we broke up so that no one I date now will be able to find out that I still have all of the photos of us." He barely smiled, but quickly let it fade, knowing the secret he was going to tell you.
"A couple weeks before you broke up with me..." he trailed off, nervously tapping his fingers on the blanket between you, "I... I told my friends that I was thinking about proposing," he confessed.
Your heart skipped a couple beats and you felt like you'd been punched in the stomach. It was clear that everyone in the room was shocked as well, no one really sure where to go from here.
"Why don't we take a little break?" Harley announced, ushering the two other people in the room out, making up some excuse as to why they were leaving.
You grabbed the bowl and carefully tossed it onto the floor before sitting up and looking at Luke. He honestly looked like he was going to cry and you were speechless. Never in your life would you have guessed that Luke was ever going to propose to you – you truly didn't think he would want to settle down, much less with you.
"Lu..." you finally managed to speak, "You... Were you really going to..." He tried to slyly wipe his eyes as he sat up with you, but you knew he was trying not to cry.
"I started saving for a ring two months before and I almost had enough," he told you, "But then you broke up with me and I just... I felt like everything fell apart. And there was no way I could put it back together."
"You wanted to marry me?"
"I still do," he answered honestly.
"Lu, I... I ended it because I didn't think you could ever see us being together for the rest of our lives," you admitted, "We were together for so long... I didn't think you..."
"Princess," he murmured your old nickname and placed his hand on your thigh, making your heart flutter like it used to, "You were the best thing that ever happened to me. I would have been crazy not to want to marry you."
"I'm such an idiot," you whimpered, looking down at your lap, feeling tears slide down your cheeks, "I lost the best thing I ever had over something I could have just asked you about." Luke shifted slightly, moving his hands to your face. He swiped his thumbs across your cheeks to wipe away the tears, holding your face.
"You haven't lost me, princess," he said, "And I'd be more than willing to give us another chance if you are." You looked at him intently as he went on, "And I promise I won't wait as long to marry you this time." You let out a breathy chuckle, swallowing the lump in your throat.
"I love you, Luke," you whispered, making him smile.
"I love you, Y/N," he said, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, "Forever and always."
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inspirations:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHXM28QPTKQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYo_ZVBKYdU