Acting was something you were literally born into. From your father being the heartthrob in his time to your mother showing up on the movie screen everywhere. It wasn't long until you were introduced to acting and you loved it. The fact that you were able to land roles with big stars and befriend the most kindest people you've ever met. But having the past that you've had, you found that acting as Chris's wife to be the hardest role you've ever played. Especially after he showed you the place that he was going to pursue the proposal.

It was the most expensive, costly and fancy place that you've ever seen. It wasn't your first time there though. You've been there before and went through the same exact situation you were going to go through with Chris tonight. The only difference? It was Chris proposing. Tonight was the only thing on your mind throughout the entire day. You couldn't focus as well as you normally did, and the director instantly noticed that.

He even pulled you aside to double check if his star was doing alright, and you reassured him that you were. Not only the director, but Chris knew that you were acting off. Chris followed you around the set all day, constantly checking with you if you were really up to the event that was going to happen tonight. You had to keep telling him that you were going to be fine, and that you were going to be better tonight. The day ended and you headed home with no other words to be spoken to with Chris.

Chris instead texted you later that night to inform you the time he was going to pick you up. You told him that you were just going to meet him there. You couldn't bare the thought of driving there with him in the car. For all you knew, you probably would throw up out of the window if you arrived there with him. Chris respected your wishes and told you to meet him at the restaurant around eight o'clock at night. Ten minutes away, you could already feel yourself beginning to second guess the entire circumstance.

You couldn't let Chris down. He was the only person who actually treated you like a person. Someone who treated you like the human being that you were. To the others, all you were to them was a star. You were the money maker. The celebrity. You hated that word, mainly because that was the only person people would refer you to as. Not your name, but a celebrity. You had to admit, you knew what you were getting yourself into, but you just didn't expect the amount of fame you currently had.

It was obvious from the beginning that Chris wanted to get to know you, and you knew you were being stubborn about the whole thing. But after the fact that he stood up for you and kept your protected from the fans really meant something to you. It showed you that he really did want to keep you safe. He really got to know you as the person you were from that time in the bakery.

You were already a half hour late from debating with yourself whether you really wanted to go through with tonight or not. Constant calls and texts from Chris but you responded to none. You finally just made up your mind and decided to go with it. You needed to face it. You needed to move on.

"You can do this [Y/N]," you told yourself confidentially, gripping tighter onto the steering wheel. "just don't think about the scene that happened last time there."

You take a deep breath as you kept your eyes on the road. The problem was that now that you mentioned it, it happened to be the only thing you could think about. Before you knew it, you were at the restaurant. The glowing lights shining brightly and perfectly draped across the building. It was just as perfect as you remembered it was. It was as if you were proposed to just yesterday, even though you knew it was last year when it happened. You were a totally different person last year.

You park your car beside the red truck and climb out of your car. The weather was on your side tonight. It wasn't freezing but it wasn't hot either, it was the perfect temperature. You lock your car and keep your head low as you quietly made your way into the restaurant, silently praying that you wouldn't get noticed.

"Hey [Y/N]," you hear the familiar voice call out. You look over your shoulder and gape at your handsomely dressed co-star approaching you with a friendly smile. "I thought for a second there you were going to stand me up."

"Chris, I'm so sorry, I just got caught up in my thoughts and—"

"It's alright [Y/N], don't worry about it," chris reassured, gently holding your hand. "you're here now, and that's all that matters. I would have waited all night for you if I had to."

Your face began to heat up from those words and you remove your gaze from his. Was he really flirting with you? Or was it just to make it seem more believable that you two were actually a thing? You didn't care either way. You needed to snap into your persona of the girlfriend who was about to be unknowingly proposed to. Chris held your hand and you two walked into the restaurant hand in hand. You couldn't stop sneaking glances over toward Chris. He looked really nice tonight. It certainly made you feel under dressed.

Chris disconnected from you for a bit and walked up to the waiter at the front desk. Chris told the man that you and him were there for the reservation. Chris went back to connect his hand with yours as the man retrieved the menus and led you two to the table of two. All the of memories flooded through your mind as you walked through the all-to-familiar area toward your table. You looked to the side to look at Chris, only to find yourself hallucinating the image of the man who took you here last. His brown hair lightly greased, his side profile looking sharp as ever.

He turned to face you, his charming steel blue eyes piercing into yours. You blinked and instantly his face disappeared and returned back to Chris's face who was glaring at you in worry.

"Are you alright [Y/N]?" chris asked softly. "You do know where we are, right?"

You lightly chuckle at his little joke as he smiled sweetly back. Your eyes fall to the ground as you continue your direction with him. You remain quiet as the waiter finally arrived at the table. Chris thanked him as he put down the menus and rushed off. Chris lets go of your hand and pulled out your seat for you to sit in. You sit down and he scooted you in. He walked to the other side while you adjusted your position.

"Are you ready for this [Y/N]?" chris asked curiously as he scooted in underneath the table. "I've got the ring locked and loaded," he explained, slowly reaching into his inside coat pocket. "I'm ready to go, are you?"

"I...I guess."

Chris froze and released his grip from the velvet cased ring box. He sighed and stared at you sternly. You avoid his gaze and stare blankly at a random spot on the table.

"Alright [Y/N], we really don't need to do this if you don't want to," chris urged hesitantly. "I don't like seeing you like this. What's going on with you? You seemed perfectly fine about this this morning."

"I have to use the restroom," you blurted, quickly scooting out from the table. "I-I'll be quick."

You shoot up from your seat and briskly walk away from the table, tears quickly forming within your eyes. Chris sighed in despair and ran his hand down his beard as he anxiously watched you practically runaway from him. If time was what you needed, Chris was more than willing to wait.

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