Last chapter! I tried Dan's POV in this, sorry if I failed. Hope you like it, and please leave your thoughts in a review so I can know what you thought of it.

Throughout the day only one thing was on your mind. Why was Dan being so nice to you?

Yes, it was Valentines Day and your second anniversary, but he was being abnormally nice to you. He'd gone to extreme lengths to make sure you were smiling every second of the day, and when you weren't he'd hold your hand and kiss your cheek. When you even looked at something for more than a few seconds in a shop window, he'd ask you if you wanted him to buy it for you.

Deep down, you suspected something was up.

But maybe it was a good sort of something, you weren't quite sure.

So far you'd been to visit the Louvre, the Arc De Triomphe, and been on a boat trip down the River Seine. That was as romantic as you two could get, because Dan always ended up spoiling the romance by tripping up or almost falling into the river. Of course you just stood and laughed at him as he made a complete idiot of himself.

Now you're eating dinner up the Eiffel Tower, with a panoramic view of Paris to gaze at. But at the moment you weren't very interested in looking at the city. Dan was behaving strangely. He kept getting all shifty in his seat. Every time you looked away from him, he would zone out and go into a daze. So you decide to ask, out of concern, what is wrong.

"Dan, are you OK?" you ask cautiously, your eyes desperately trying to decode his expression as if it is a complex puzzle. He turns to you, snapping out of his trance.

"Yeah, yeah, fine," he smiles reassuringly at you, but you can see straight through him. And he certainly doesn't look fine.

"You're not," you correct him, resting your head on your hand and shooting him a quizzical stare. "You're as white as a sheet."

"Am I?" he wonders, and you frown when you hear an audible tremor in his voice.

"Yes."

"Anyway, isn't that an amazing view?" he shifts around and looks out onto the twilight tinted city of Paris, the lights from buildings glowing like a thousand blinding stars.

You know he's changing the subject, but you allow him to for now. But you'll have to ask him what's up eventually.

"I have a rather amazing view right in front of me," you smirk, eyes quickly darting away from him as soon as he looks to you.

"So do I," his eyes train on you, and you let out a breathy chuckle.

"I've finished," you say, pushing your plate to the middle of the table. "Can we go to the top now?"

"Y-yeah. Sure," you swear that his smile is fake, and you hear another tremble in his voice. Is he... nervous?

You both stand up, your hands automatically reaching for each other, fingers twining together. He smiles warmly down at you, and you raise a confused eyebrow.

"Are you scared?" you ask, and he bites his lip and looks away.

"Of what?"

"Going to the top," you reply, your eyebrows scrunching together in thought. "I didn't think you would be scared, but you're acting nervous."

"What? No, of course I'm not scared," he laughs, as you step into the lift. Your stomach begins turning somersaults as the lift begins to ascend. Luckily there are only a few other people in the lift so it's not too cramped, but you can't help but shake a little every time you look at how high up you are.

But you've just told Dan not to be scared, and now you're doing it yourself. And he obviously knows when your grip tightens on his hand.

"Scared?" he chuckles, smirking down at you. You glare up at him, just as the lift arrives at the top.

"No," you reply defiantly, but when you step out you can't help but feel a little dizzy when you look down. The city is laid out beneath you like a giant carpet. It's so high up, it's quite hard to comprehend. You sway slightly on your feet when you get that feeling of nothing beneath you but the floor of the building.

No. You can't be scared. After all, the view is amazing. Dan is up here with you. There's a big fence around the edge, so you can't possibly fall off.

"Wow," you breathe out, it's getting even darker now which is making the city below an even more glorious sight to behold.

"Yeah," Dan smiles, pursing his lips slightly and letting his mind wander. "I wonder what Phil's doing right now."

"Probably at the second stage of killing himself," you giggle, "Or he might be at the zoo looking at lions."

"Or indoors on the internet."

"Yeah... that's probably the most likely option."

There's only a few other people mingling about, so you two almost have the entire place all to yourself. It's so peaceful and you would like to stay up here with Dan all night if you could.

"Dan..." you suddenly ask, chewing nervously on your lower lip. He looks to you, concern written all over his expression.

"Yes?"

"Why were you being so... nice to me earlier?" you wonder, looking up and meeting his gaze. "I know it's Valentines Day, our second anniversary and all, but you were practically spoiling me. Is there a reason or...?"

"You know why, because I love you more than anything in the world," he replies, and you intertwine both sets of fingers between you.

"Is that the only reason?"

"Uh... yeah..."

"You're lying."

"I'm not."

"There's another reason, what is it? Tell me, please."

There's a brief, moment's pause before he speaks up.

"You look so beautiful, standing up here with night-time Paris in the background," he grins, but you frown irritably. You love it when he complements you, but not when he's trying to change the subject.

"Dan, stop trying to change the subject and tell me," you insist, and his head drops to look at the ground. What could possibly be causing him to act in this way?

"I-I can't..." his voice is trembling even more that before.

Dan's POV

Go on. Get it out. Tell her what you've been wanting to tell her for all these years. Just do it, Dan, stop chickening out. I try to tell myself that but I can't quite hear my own thoughts over the deafening thud of my heartbeat.

What was the worst thing she could say? Yeah, I know the answer to that. And I don't even want to think about how I would feel if she said that.

You've waited all these years to tell this to her. And now, when you get the chance, you're acting like a pussy and being all nervous.

Tell her.

I repeat that mantra in my head. Tell her. Tell her. Tell her.

It almost becomes a chant. But my entire body is shaking, my voice is trembling. She's already suspected that something is up. You've been trying to cover it up, now just get it out. What if you receive the answer you want? What will happen then?

Tell her. Tell her.

Just tell her.

Your POV

"Y/N," he whispers in a shaky voice, and you try to smile to reassure him. Why is he so nervous? What does he want to tell you?

"Yes, Dan?" you respond, your own voice becoming a little shaky. Your heart is pounding. You're so nervous to hear what he has to say.

"You know I love you, right?"

"Of course," you exclaim, of course you know that he loves you. "I love you too."

"And you're happy with me?"

You let out a half-surprised, half-amused chuckle. "Don't be silly! Of course I am! I've never been more happier in my life than I am with you."

You hear him inhale a deep breath, then let it out shakily. He gently lets go of your hands, draping an arm over your shoulder and admiring the cityscape with you.

"Look at that! Over there!" he points to somewhere, and slightly confused, you look over and frown when you see nothing. Just as words are about to escape your lips, you feel the absence of his arm around your shoulder. You swear he was there just then... but where could he have gone?

"Dan...?" your voice breaks, as you turn around. Holy mother of God...

You look down, and are hit with the biggest wave of emotions that you have ever been hit with in your entire life. Your hands shoot to your mouth, covering it as the tears spill down your cheeks.

There he is, on one knee, and holding out a ring in a box to you. You notice that the few people that are still up here have gone silent, watching from the distance, jaws slack with shock and joy.

"Oh my God..." you sob... so this is what it's all been leading up to. This is why he's been treating you like a Queen. This is why he was so nervous about coming to the top. Everything is fitting into place.

"Y/N, you are my universe. Ever since I first met you, I fell in love with you. It took me a few years to admit it, but I was so glad that I did, otherwise none of this would've ever happened. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life. Better than... YouTube even. I couldn't possibly wish for a better girlfriend than you, ever. When I was depressed for those few months, you were the one who made me stop hating myself. You mean everything to me."

You try to contain your massive grin... is this really happening?

"Y/N, will you marry me?"

You struggle to choke back another wave of tears. You love him with all your heart. Wiping the tears away, you look to him, seriousness and complete and utter awe glowing in your eyes.

"Dan... I love you. I love you so, so much. Of course! Of course I'll marry you!"

You giggle happily as you see the tears beginning to spill from the corners of his eyes. He looks so happy, as he leaps up and hugs you tightly, burying his head in your shoulder.

You've hardly ever seen him cry before.

Breaking from the hug slightly, you both smile, tears rolling down your cheeks, as he slips the ring onto your finger. You've never felt so thrilled, so happy, so complete in your life before.

"I was worried..." he says sheepishly, arms wrapped around your waist. "I was worried that you'd say no. I've been psyching myself up to do that for a very long time."

"Dan, why would I ever say no? Don't you know how much I love you?"

"Thank you," he smiles down at you, pure joy shining in his chocolate brown eyes. "Thank you for everything... I mean it."

"No, thank you," you grin, and your lips meet in possibly the most meaningful kiss that either of you have ever experienced.

This is the point in your life that you've always been waiting for.

The love of your life has asked you to marry him...

...and you said yes.

And now you're going to get married.

And probably have lots of children...

...who will probably be just as clumsy as their father, and have an abnormal fetish for Maltesers.

Wohoo! Did you like it?

And the reason why I aged them is because I believe that you actually need to live a bit before considering being tied down and committing to spend your life with one person. I don't believe in marriage at a young age. And I don't think that Dan would be the type of person to marry someone at a young age, too.

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