550 Roses
Pairing: EdwardxBella
Rated: T
Summary: Edward is returning from Officer Candidate School in Rhode Island and decides to pop the question in a crowded airport upon arriving home to Chicago after a long time away from his girlfriend, Bella.
Ok, this is my first ever fic that...I actually posted. So please be nice. I saw like on of the cutest videos ever. It was just...sofrigginromanticIcoulddie.
Yeah. And I made up the flight number too.
Links on my profile.
Bella:
12 weeks. 12 Weeks and his fucking flight is delayed.
"Bella, calm your tits girl. Look, his plane just landed." Rosalie murmured, though she herself was looking slightly jumpy as well. There was a spark of excitement in her pale green eyes as they flitted around the arrival hall of the airport. Her brother was coming home. "I'll get us some coffee, stay right here. Don't have an aneurism while I'm gone girly." And she runs towards the where everyone is waiting for their loved ones.
Strange because the cafe is in the other direction.
Soon I saw the crew of America Airlines make their way out of the plane, the tall, glamorous stewardesses smiled and laughed at the pilots. An exotic looking red head shot me a knowing look, before whispering to a fellow steward and shaking her head. Weird.
After what seemed like forever, passengers started to pile out into the messy hall. People were greeted, hugged, kissed. So happy.
Question of the day though.
Where. Is. He?
I had been so caught up in looking for him through the dense crowds I didn't notice a small tugging at the corner of my top.
"'Lady?" A tiny voice called. I whipped around, gasping as I nearly stepped on the little boys foot.
"Um, what?" Great, Bella, way to be a bitch to a toddler.
"Is this you?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing his eyebrows. He holds up a piece of paper. What the fuck?
It was me.
It was a picture taken at Edwards leaving party. I'm wearing teeny tiny black dress that Rosalie had forced me into that night. Edward is standing behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist as he plants a kiss on my forehead. I notice he doesn't have to dip ver low down to do it, then I remember I was also forced into 5 inch heels that night, in reality when I stand I only reach his shoulders.
I smile at the thought of them.
I really miss those shoulders.
I wonder how they're doing.
Christ, I'm going crazy.
Wait, why does this kid have a picture of me? I think. So I say it.
"Wait, why do you have a picture of me?"
"Because, I got it. And this is for yours.. for you. If this is you. Then it's for you."
Um...what?
He thrusts a single rose in my face and runs to his mom, who waits patiently by their luggage. She looks tired, but shoots me a gleeful look before winking and turning to the McDonalds at the end of the hall.
Ok...again, what?
I place the rose on the seat next to me and continue looking. Only to be interrupted by a tapping on my shoulder.
"Excuse me, miss?" A deep voice asks from behind me. I turn and immediately a rose hits me in the face. All I can think is...
There's a rose in my face.
"This is for you miss." The man quickly turns and brisk walks away. I can't help but notice a tiny piece of paper I see him shove into his pocket.
Things are getting slightly odd.
Too odd.
I place the identical roses next to each other.
"Congratulations, sweetheart." An old withered voice tells me. Another rose.
Soon, I'm being bombarded. Stranger after stranger fricking shoving roses in my lap. Some congratulate me? and some throw them in my lap before speeding away.
My fucking hands are straining because of the amount of flowers in them. The seats on either side of me are towering with them too.
Oh god, I think there's a line forming.
"For you, miss."
"Good luck."
"Ohmygod, this is sooo romantic. I hope you have a goo-"
"Here's your rose, lady."
I don't even have time to say thank you.
When I look up from all the flowers I see a crowd has formed around me.
Somethings happening...
I think the deliveries have stopped. Though I can't be too su-
The crowds are parting. Like the fucking. Red. Sea.
Holy fuck. What the hell is going on.
Then I see him. I see him in his uniform, clean cut and fresh. And, oh god, he looks so grown and handsome I can't even breathe.
His green eyes sparkle and dazzle and do whatever the fuck they usually do. He runs a hand through his fricking wild mop of red, brown, gold that is his hair. His lips tug at the sides before lifting into his adorable lopsided smile that reminds me of the silly boy I fell in love with when we were 15.
He's here. He's here. He's here.
Then I piece things together slowly. The roses. The congratulations. The fucking pictures.
He drops his suitcase to the ground and takes three great strides towards me and my little garden. Suddenly the roses mean so much more.
Edward.
I shoot out of my seat and send at least a hundred roses to the ground, but I don't care and I leap into his arms as he peppers kisses all over my face, my neck, my jaw.
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I missed you Bella, baby." He whispers as he continues his ministrations. He tries to pull back and look at me but I have a death grip around his neck and my head is buried into his shoulder. God, he smells amazing.
After chuckling quietly, he actually peels me off him and...
I guess I should've seen this coming.
He get's down on one knee and I can barely hear the "awws" and the "oohs" in the crowd.
"Isabella Marie Swan. I love you so much. These past 4 months have been the worst of my life, besides the time you, you know, dumped me. You have made me the happiest man alive for the past 10 years and I can't see life without you. So... Bella?" He whispers and I think the airport is kind of quiet now. I can feel my cheeks burning up and the tears welling in my eyes. "Will you marry me?"
And I'm gone.
There are cheers and I can see flashes out the corner of my eyes.
I can imagine how the pictures will look like.
A young, handsome man bending down on one knee as he proposes to the girl he loves most in the world. Who at the moment is surrounded by roses.
"Yes." I whisper when I realize he's running a hand through his hair again because I haven't said anything. "Yesyesyesyesyes!"
There's applaud now. And I bet if everyone was sitting down they would've stood up. I would've, just saying.
I see Rosalie walk up, and there are tears in her eyes. She was part of this too.
He stands up and grins so wide his face my split, I've never been happier. Wrapping his arms around my waist and twirling me around.
"I love you Bella Swan."
"I love you too, I missed you so much baby." I whisper through tears. "The roses, the people? That was a little melodramatic don't you think babe?" I tried to joke.
He chuckled, kissing my forehead. "Don't forget the pictures. All 550 of them. You know how much money that cost me to photocopy?"
550. 550 people. 550 roses.
All for me.
"Poor thing." I coo. "Look on the bright side, there are at least 200 men out there in the world who have a photo of me in my skimpiest dress. Right?"
Edward tenses, I forgot about his jealousy streak. "I should've thought that through. Dammit. Maybe if I call the airlines to track them down..." He was too adorable.
"C'mon baby. Let's go home."
So I wasn't aiming for perfection in this story. It hasn't been checked by anyone. I just had to get it out.
Thanks for reading.
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If this gets some amount of reviews I might post an Edward pov of this.
If not...here you go :D.