#lamsarefluffy

“How are you guys liking your Prom night so far?” the DJ shouted enthusiastically into the microphone and was greeted by people hooting and hollering.

You were amongst your friends, holding hands with your boyfriend of one year, Troye, and admired the way he looked that night. He was wearing a white dress shirt tucked into black slacks with a blue tie that complemented his sky colored eyes and the light blue dress you wore that evening. Troye takes both of your hands in his as he leans down to kiss your neck.

“Babe I’m just going to go get some water,” he mumbles in the crook of your neck.

“Okay, come back soon though, I want us to have a slow dance together.” you giggle as he breathes on the tickle spot on your neck.

He brings his face close to yours, winking as he lightly pecks you on the nose. “Of course.”

You turn back to all your friends who gave you teasing smiles, only to flip them off before laughing and going back to dancing to the last bits of the song; the crowd erupting into applause as it ended.

“All right, hope you guys enjoyed that song! After these next songs, they’re going to declare the Prom King and Queen voted by you guys, so stay tuned for that.” the DJ announced before turning up the next song and everyone began dancing again.

It seems like only a few minutes have passed before you notice Troye’s friends walking up to you.

“Hey, where’s Troye?” one of them asked, looking around.

“Oh, he went to go get water,” you tell him.

They smiled and nudged one another suggestively. “Okay thanks!” they all chorus before walking quickly through the crowd of people.

There’s a hint of suspicion in the back of your mind, but you shrug it off as just them acting normally. Another song comes to come to an end and you begin to wonder where Troye was. He had just gone to get water and it shouldn’t have been taking that long. The song finishes and the lights illuminated the stage to show the DJ holding up the envelopes encasing the winners of Prom King and Queen.

“Okay, some of you have been waiting for this moment for the longest time, whereas some of you don’t really care, but it’s time to announce your Prom King and Queen! And the winners are…. “ he tears the envelope open and calls two names in which you couldn’t make out.

You smile and politely clap for them as they got crowned, and the crowd burst into cheers. As they made their ways off the stage, a random guy runs onstage and whispers in the DJ’s ear. He smiles and nods knowingly, whispering back happily at him before bringing the microphone back to his mouth.

“There seems to be an impromptu award going to the most beautiful girl here at the Prom tonight…” you drown out his voice; you knew you weren’t going to get that award and wanted to use the time to go and find Troye.

As politely as you could, you slowly made your way from the front of the crowd to try to filter towards the back. Once you made your way to the middle, you suddenly hear your name being called, which makes you nothing less than surprised. The people surrounding you backed up to form a circle as a radiant light shone down on you. You laugh in shock, squinting to see the stage and the DJ smiling at you.

“Congrats to (Y/N) on winning most beautiful girl! And here’s a little song especially for you, chosen and sung by the person who awarded you the title, and we both hope you like it.” he nods and grins at you, stepping away to reveal Troye standing on the stage with a microphone in hand.

He beams at you and music begins to play. Your smile widens when you realize it’s one of your favorite love songs. Troye commences singing and his voice sounds velvety and angelic. His striking blue eyes never break their gaze on yours as he smiles cheekily at you. You fidget with your hands, listening to him singing as you stood in the center of attention. Your mind wanders to the time you told him you loved that song; it was when you started dating. He mentioned how much he hated it, yet here he was singing it a year later to you, making your heart fill with indescribable happiness. You could see him slowly making his way slowly towards you as he sang the last line.

Everyone whistles, at least that’s what you think they’re doing, because you were focused on none other than Troye.  

"There’s my best girl," he glows at you.

“What’s this all about?" you ask him, playfully tugging on his tie.

He holds his finger up to you as a signal for you to wait a second. “Excuse me, everyone I’d like to say a few words about our beloved most beautiful girl of the night. Actually, more than just a few words, because describing her could take up all the dictionaries in the world and they still wouldn’t do her justice." He uses his free hand to lightly graze your cheek. “This girl right here, holds all the keys to my happiness. There’s even a chance that it’s more than Nutella can give me."

That line earns a few laughs from the crowd gathered around you two.

"I could never thank her enough for the best year I’ve had in forever. She embodies everything good you’d want in anyone, and more than all the beauty in the world." The crowd cooed in response causing Troye to let out a laugh. “As kiss ass as I’m sounding, what I’m saying literally doesn’t make a dent in describing how amazing she is. There’s one thing I’ve been dying to say to her for the longest time.  So I just want to say…" He pauses to tuck the stray hair off your face and stares deeply in your eyes. “I love you, (Y/N).”

For a moment, it didn’t seem at all real. When it finally hit you, the gasp bordering between shock and happiness escaped your lips as one tear of joy fell out of your right eye. He reciprocates the same smile, wiping the tear out of your face.

"Well?" he awaits hopefully for a response, nervously biting his lip.

All you do is choke out a laugh, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck before returning the action. “I love you too."  you can barely whisper out.

"GUYS SHE LOVES ME TOO," he declares happily into the microphone.

You wince at the loudness of his voice before turning back at him.

"So you really do?" you ask him, shyly fidgeting with your hair.

Without a word, he leans down and presses his lips against yours, kissing you gently as he wrapped his arms around your lower back, pulling you in closely to him. The only thing on your mind at the moment was how he kissed you so gently and how it made your knees weak. Pulling away gently, he leans his foreheads on yours.

"I hope that answered your question," he breathed out with a laugh.

You smile as he grabs one of your hands and holds it arms length away.

"Now, may I have that dance?" he bows slightly at you, as the same song begins to play.

"Of course you can," you tell him as he pulls you in closer, both his hands on your waist and your arms hugging his neck.