EMILY'S P.O.V.

"Come on Emily, we're going to be late!" Mark shouts up to me, whilst i try to put my earrings in as quick as i can. I had picked an old red vintage dress, and my even older favourite pair of boots, which were slightly battered and stretched out, but i loved them nevertheless.

"I'm coming honey!" I call back, after managing to finish getting ready for our 'date day'. I walk downstairs, where Mark stands up when i appear and kisses me. "You look amazing babe, i'm so lucky to have you." He whispers in my ear, "I'm just as lucky to have you too." I reply, smiling as he stares at me, something that he did when we first met, which always makes me turn bright red."Well come on then." I say, giggling as he grabs my hand and we leave the house.

I had been dating Mark for just under a year now, he had a job at my new office, we got talking and after a month of him constantly asking me out on a date, i said yes. And as they say, the rest is history.

"I thought that we could go shopping this morning, and maybe grab a spot of lunch after. I made a reservation at this small restaurant, which over looks the river." "Sounds lovely." I say, as we walk into town, which wasn't too far away, since i had moved in with Mark two months ago. He owned a fairly large town house, his family were rich and he took that as an excuse to spoil me with expensive gifts and surprise mini holidays. It wasn't that i didn't like him treating me like a princess, it just made me feel a little worse about myself and what i had achieved in life.

We go into a shopping center and spend a while looking at new shoes for Mark and also a present for his mum's birthday, next week. After we choose her a pair of new earrings, Mark surprises me with a necklace. He helps me put it on, and i stare at the little heart pendant hanging on my neck and wonder how much it is worth.

"Thank you honey, but's really no need. I keep telling you not to keep buying me presents all the time." "I know, but i love you. Is it a crime for me to buy pretty presents for my pretty girlfriend?" "No, but it makes me feel bad." "I'm sorry Emily, i'll try to stop." He grins and leads us out of the shop. We walk along the river side, i watch boats sail slowly pass, filled with people waving and laughing. I remember when i was a little girl and my parents took me to London for the first time. All i ever wanted to was go on a boat tour and when my parents finally let me, i was so scared stiff of drowning, that i cried the whole way round and hide in the toilets.

"Here we are." He says, stopping outside a familiar Chinese restaurant. I follow him in and we sit at a small table. The place is crowded and i try to focus on the menu and Mark telling me something, but all the noise around me distracts me. I let Mark order a whole of dishes he thinks i'll like and soon our table is filled with plates containing various foods.

"Sorry babe, please excuse me." Mark says as the waiter clears our table, after we finish eating. I watch him walk off to the toilets, when i spot him. My heart jumps and my stomach is filled with butterflies. I take a second look to double check, and yes it definitely is him.

Dan Howell is sitting three tables away from me.

I look back down at the table, my mind racing through a million questions. I hadn't seen him for a year, had no contact at all with him and yet here he was. Sitting, eating lunch with Phil, like it was the most normal thing to do. Yes, i had missed him, but whenever i got lonely at night, i only needed to remind myself of how i felt when things ended and i was ok again.

"Are you ok Emily? You look as white as a sheet?" Mark asks, making me jump as he sits back down across from me. "So do you." I point out, noticing his sudden change of colour in his cheeks. "Yes, well...i actually have something to say."

He takes both of my hands and i try to relax, try my hardest to put Dan out of my mind.

But then i sneak a quick glance over, studying his appearance. He hadn't changed much, still had his perfectly straight, jet black hair. He looks up and our eyes meet, i hold his gaze for a second longer than i know that i should. "Emily, are you listening?" I snap back into reality, looking back at Mark. "Sorry, no." I admit and he takes a deep breath.

"Emily, you know how i love you. I always have, right since i saw you at work, so nervous on your first day. And now here we are, nearly one year later and still madly in love. So, Emily." He pauses as he moves out of his seat and kneels next to me. "Will you marry me?"