Pairing - Louis/Lorcan
Prompt - Orange
Word Count - 449
Champagne Questions
"You've turned my hair orange!" Louis squeaked, gaping at the mirror.
"It was already orange, I only tweaked the shade a little bit," Lorcan replied from where he lay on the bed. He was waiting for Louis to get ready, and it was taking forever. He definitely picked up on his elder sisters grooming habits.
"It was not! My hair is a lovely shade of red normally, not this, this monstrosity you've given me! Change it back, right now!"
"Do you promise to stop grooming and actually you know, go to the restaurant before we lose our table?"
"Why is that table so important to you? We can always go somewhere else."
"On Valentines Night? Are you joking or being particularly stupid on purpose? Promise, or I'm leaving your hair the way it is."
"Alright, Alright, I promise. Please change my hair back."
Lorcan waved his wand lazily, smirking when the color changed. He stood up from the bed, and handed Louis his coat, ignoring the protests, and pulled his boyfriend to the front door.
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They made it barely in time for their table, and the Greeter gave them a slight glare. Lorcan led Louis to the nicest table in the restaurant, and pushed his chair in when he sat down. Sitting facing his boyfriend, he smiled when he saw the waiter heading in their direction, carrying the bottle of Champagne he had pre-ordered.
The waiter placed the bottle in the middle of the table, before walking away.
"He didn't even offer to pop the cork for us! Rude," Louis grumbled.
"Open it," Lorcan prompted, pushing the bottle toward Louis with a small smile.
The red head was about to do as requested when a sparkle caught his eye. There, resting around the rim of the cork, was the most beautiful ring he had ever seen. He looked back at Lorcan, the question in his eyes obvious.
"Louis Weasley, you take too long to get ready, you irritate the life out of me, but I love you. Will you marry me?"
"And they say Romance is dead," Louis scoffed, though the smile on his face made it more than clear that he was happy. "Do I have to put this on myself?" he asked gesturing to the ring. He made to pull it off the cork, but was swept into a too tight hug.
"Do you mean it? You'll marry me?"
"Of course I will. I wondered how long it was going to take you. Now, put the ring on, eat quickly, and I'll treat you to desert when we get home."
Lorcan certainly didn't need to be told twice.