IMAGINE FOR SHOURYA ARORA ................................................................................................ ~Your First Meeting~ You and a bunch of close friends decided to get together for lunch at a small café over the weekend. You’re all so caught up in conversation that you don’t even realise the man eyeing you off from another table. “Okay, is it just me or does he look scarily familiar?” one of your friends says, eventually noticing. The group all turn their heads and gasp. “That’s Louis Tomlinson!” A different friend whispers excitedly, slapping you on the arm. You laugh and start to giggle, contemplating asking for an autograph but deciding to leave the poor guy alone. “Well I could be imagining things but he keeps looking over hear, at you,” your other friend giggles and gives you a knowing wink. You simply laugh at the idea and turn back to your previous conversation. However, your mind keeps floating back to the famous boy and just as you’re about to get up to talk to him, there he is, standing in front of you, a smile spreading across his face. “I’m Louis,” he says, holding out a hand. “I know,” you laugh and shake his hand. “I’m Shourya” “Pleasure to meet you love,” he smiles again. “Give me a call, I’d love to grab a drink with you sometime.” He hands you a small piece of paper with his number on it and you smile, taking it from him and sliding it into your bag. “I might just do that,” you tell him. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around then,” he finishes before giving your smiling friends a wave and you a last wink before leaving the café. Only a month later, the two of you sit in the same café as boyfriend and girlfriend, loving every minute of it… ~Your First Fight~ “We decided to do a couple more shows in the States so I’m going to be home a little later than planned,” Louis tells you over your Skype conversation that night. “How much later is a little later than planned?” You ask, sighing because you miss him so much. “A month,” he replies. “Two at the most.” You sigh again, disappointment obvious in your voice. “Louis… I feel like I haven’t seen you all year. I miss you.” “I miss you too love but this is my career, I need to stick by the boys and the fans,” he tells you, honesty not overly clear in his tone. You look down, trying to hide your frustration. “Y/n?” “You know what… just forget it,” you say eventually. “I obviously don’t mean as much to you as I thought.” “What are you talking about, of course I do!” he almost shouts. “Don’t make this any harder than it has to be Louis… It’s over,” you tell him, clicking the disconnect button as you let tears fall freely down your cheeks. A week later, your best friend tells you that you’re going to go on a trip to take your mind off things. Before you get a chance to retort she has your bags packed and soon enough you’re on a plane headed for New York. “Tell me again why we’ve going to the States?” You question. “I thought this trip was supposed to help me get my mind of… him.” “It’s New York… shopping of course,” your friend’s jokes but it’s not long before you realise that it was a total lie. As you get of the plane, there he is, waiting for you at the gate, ignoring everyone else around him. He only has eyes for you. “I can’t do this,” you tell your friend, wanting to turn around. “Yes you can,” your friend tells you, pushing you towards him. “I’m so sorry love…” he starts. “Please forgive me, I love you too much to let you slip through my fingers like this.” “You sent the plane tickets didn’t you?” you ask and he nods, smiling a little. “I know I can be a terrible boyfriend but I’m not going to give up on you so easy…” he starts but you cut him off with a kiss. ~How He Proposes~ You and Louis had been going out for officially four years. To celebrate your anniversary he took you to the same café you had first met before taking a walk on the sand at a nearby beach. “It’s so beautiful here,” you say, squeezing his hand as you walk. “It is isn’t it,” he agrees. “You know, I’ve always wanted to get married on the beach.” You laugh and rest your head on his shoulder. “It would be a beautiful place to have a ceremony.” “I can see it now,” he says in a dreamy voice. “A red carpet across the sand lined with flowers and candles.” “Look at you, Mr Romantic,” you smile, looking up at him. “And I’d be standing under an arch of roses with the boys keeping me calm as you appear in a beautiful white dress at the other end of the isle. “Me?” you question, smiling nervously. “I’m I the one standing there when you picture your wedding day?” “Course you are,” he smiles, stepping in front of you. “It’s now or never,” you hear him mumble, taking a deep breath. “ you mean so much to me and I honestly can’t imagine what my life would be like without you.” Knowing where he is going you gasp and put your hand to your mouth. “I love you so much,” he adds, before getting down on one knee and pulling something out of his pocket. “Shourya… would you marry me?” By now, tears are welling up in your eyes and you can’t seem to get any words out. You start nodding before finally saying “yes! Absolutely, one hundred times yes!” He has a smile wider than you’ve ever seen as he stands up, slipping the ring on your finger and kissing you passionately on the lips… HOPE YOU LIKE IT
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 16:48:08 +0000