It’s been five years since the day Calum asked you to be his girlfriend. It’s been hard and you’ve had some turbulance along the way, but it worked for the two of you. The two of you had bought a house together last year, adopted a new little sister for Duke, a French Bulldog called Peach, and are constantly talking about marriage and having kids. You are both still young, but you’ve come to an agreement that you both would be ready for the next step. However, with Calum’s busy schedule and your 9 to 5 job (along with the things you did on the side, like teaching dance classes and helping out on the tours Calum went on), it still seemed like a far-away-show.
You have a few weeks off of work and decided to join the boys on the road. You love watching your boyfriend and best friends perform and have the passion beam off their faces. You help Zoe around where she needs it, provide the boys of their packs and in-ears, and help out wherever the crew needs help. After five years of touring with them every now and then, you learned a lot about life on the road and concerts and everything that needs to be done in order to have the perfect show.
“Hey, baby,” Calum mumbles as he walks into your shared hotel bedroom from the bathroom. You look up from your laptop. He only had a pair of trousers on and a shirt in his hands, his hair still wet from the shower he just took. He looks more and more attractive the more you spend time with him.
“Are you ready for the show tonight, honey?” you ask him sweetly as he comes to sit on the bed with you.
“Almost. I was just wondering if you could help me with something,” he says, his voice soft as if he was embarassed by something.
“Sure, what is it?” you ask with a smile, putting your laptop beside you on the bed, so you were completely free to help out.
“I’m having a terrible skin day and I was wondering if you could, you know, conceal some things with makeup?” he questions with a soft smile. An endeared smile appears on your face as you get up from the bed and take your makeup bag. Despite being incredibly pale, you did have a couple of darker concealers and foundations for when you were to have a tan in these incredibly hot countries.
“Come here,” you say as you sit down at the end of the bed with your makeup bag in your lap. Calum crawls over to you, still shirtless and puts the shirt he was holding right next to him. You just figured he wouldn’t want any foundation or concealer on his freshly washed shirt, and don’t ask him about it.
“What’s this called in French?” he asks when you unscrew the lid of the concelear you had picked out. You had taught him a couple of French words and sentences over the year. He loved learning new words in the language you grew up with, and you loved hearing him repeat the words. He’s gotten really good at it after five years, and sounds incredibly hot when he speaks French.
“Crème correctrice,” you tell him while dotting a bit of the product onto the blemishes he has and underneath his eyes to get rid of the dark circles.
“Crème correctrice,” he repeats, then repeats it again in another tone. “Correcting cream, literally translated then?” You lift your hand for a moment, surprised he’s able to translate something so easily.
“Yeah, exactly,” you say before grabbing a beauty blender and blending the cream into his skin. He already looks a bit more fresh and more awake. “I’m going to set it a bit with powder now,” you then tell him as you grab your favorite powder from your bag, along with a brush.
“What’s it in French?” he asks, really interested in hearing the French translation for the makeup products. You chuckle a little.
“Poudre mattifant, I think,” you tell him with a smile while trying to concentrate on powdering his face well.
“Poudre mattifant,” he repeats again, closing his eyes as you take your brush near his eyes. Once you’re done, you lean back a little to look at his face. He looks a bit more awake already. “Can you highlight a bit, please? I want to sparkle for tonight’s show,” he says. It doesn’t surprise you anymore. The boys have been using a lot of glitters for every single show lately and it looks so damn good. You kinda wish every boy would use a little more makeup and would come forward with it instead of denying the concealer they’re very clearly wearing.
“Do you know what highlighter is in French?” you ask as you get your highlighter out of your bag with the brush you’ve been using for it. Calum shakes his head. “Illuminateur,” you tell him as you lightly pad the brush against his cheekbones to get that beautiful glow. You add a bit on his nose and his cupid’s bow, “Close your eyes for me, baby,” you tell him kindly. Calum closes is eyes, so you can bring a bit of highlighter on his eyelids as well. “There you go,” you say, closing the product.
“Thanks, baby,” Calum says, opening his eyes before leaning in and kissing you on the lips. He then gets up, grabbing something from beneath his shirt and walks up to the mirror to check out your work.
“You look pretty,” you say as you zip up your makeup bag and put it back on the vanity table in the hotel room.
“Hey, baby,” he then says when you’re checking out your own makeup and fixing it here and there. You hum in response, “How do you translate ‘Will you marry me?’?”
“Veux-tu m’épouser?” you say without even thinking twice about it, not even thinking about why the boy would ask you that question. It takes you about ten seconds before you gasp and freeze in place. Slowly, you turn your head and find Calum on one knee next to you, holding a tiny, dark blue box open, showing a gorgeous diamond ring inside.
“Y/N Y/L/N, veux-tu mépouser?” he then repeats in his best French. You bring your hands up to your mouth in absolute shock and surprise. Tears are threatening to spill, but they’re happy tears. The man of your dreams is sitting on one knee in front of you, asking you to marry him in your language; a language he doesn’t even speak.
“Yes, yes! Definitely yes, baby!” you say excitedly while the tears roll off your cheeks. Calum gets up, tears streaming down his face too. He slides the ring on your finger, and before he can say anything else, you have cupped his face in your hands and brought him closer to kiss him. It’s sweet, but tastes a little salty as your tears mingle into the kiss.
That night would be the one grifted in your minds forever. It wasn’t over the top, not glitter-and-glamour like most girls would’ve wanted. It was romantic and intimate; just the two of you doing something casual while in a completely strange city. From that night on, you’d be able to introduce the other as your fiancé instead of your boyfriend or girlfriend. Only the term ‘love of my life’ would stick forever. And it would be thrown around on the very special day you now had to plan and look forward too. That night was more than perfect. The two of you were more than perfect for each other.
