*Quick authors note* ~I know that this one doesn't have a ship, because it's a reader insert, but I made it as gender neutral as possible, and I'm really proud of this one so I hope whomever feels like actually reading it loves it. I apologise for any weird grammar mistakes, and I've wasted enough of your time. By the way this is Jon Cozart, and I do not own the song Tourist. If you haven't heard of him, check him out- he's a really cool guy! Anyways, on to the story!~
Jon sighed as he turned to face the empty seat by him, the seat that you were supposed to be sitting in, at his side, in Paris. The whole reason that he had come to this country was to be with you, but then you had to work and your boss wasn't allowing you to take time off so that you two could go on a regular date.
You had apologised so many times for your boss and had even tried fighting to be able to go out with him. It had ended depressingly, you being threatened and blackmailed to the point where your boss had given you five extra hours. You would come home, so absolutely exhausted, and Jon would feel terrible. You would have to wake up so early, and rush out of the home, and then you were gone for the entire day, getting home at around one, then you would leave at like five.
Jon frowned lightly, picking up his ukulele, and plucking a few notes, before he began to play a song that he had written whilst waiting for you. During the time that he was sadly playing at a table, you were practically ready to pull out your hair, or attack your boss.
Your bloodshot eyes were threatening to close as you tried to focus on the words that were passing through the air. A loud thud falling on your desk, jolted you awake and your eyes shot open to meet a pair of gleaming ones.
"I need these filled out in thirty minutes." You glanced down at the pile that reached up to your collarbone and groaned aloud.
"Yes boss." You mumbled before quickly setting to fill out these forms. Jon stood, and exited the room, shutting the door behind him and begin to gaze sadly at the bright lights of Paris.
"At least I avoided cliche…" He sang quietly, plucking an arranged series of notes as he strolled along.
"Holding nobodies hand along the Champs-Élysées…" He sighed sadly, remembering how the two of you were supposed to have been walking the area together, you pointing out of the many cities that you had visiting with that adorable little grin of yours. Him, listening and holding your hand.
"Taking my time, breaking bread, sipping wine for two." He thought back to the dinner that he had just eaten on his own, his pace slowing a good amount.
"It's a beautiful city for saps…" He let out a small laugh, his thoughts darting back to a few days ago when you two had been scoffing at all of the people down under the terrace, as they were being all sappy and gross.
"But turn out the light's, we're too clever for that…" He didn't even need to think about the details of that night without bringing a smile to his face. You both had turned off all of the lights and binged watched every Disney movie that you could think off, crying during Lion King and Bambi, and singing all of the songs.
"And I know, I know we're not in love-" His hand fell to the small velvet box that sat in his pocket. The lyrics were right, you two were well passed love, there wasn't a word to describe how in love the two of you were.
"But we'd fool this old town, with the view of us, thought's from the tourist…" he froze for a moment, his brain instantly reminding him that you weren't there with him. "Alone."
He turned a corner and came face to face with the Eiffel tower and his lips quirked up lightly.
"We could fall for the streets of Paris." He remembered back to when the two of you had been in America and looking at photos that you had taken of the beautiful city. He had listened with a smile as to how she shrugged off the Eiffel, saying that the best part of it was looking down at the city, and all of the lights.
"But the Eiffel's a joke, and the punchline is me." the two of you had laughed over the stupidest things, and you still did, every so often when you had seen each other.
"And you know, you know it's not funny, but we'd laugh til it was." He gazed down a rose, it was so beautiful, and such an enchanting shade of red that it caused him to think of you, in all of your permanent beauty.
"Just the two of us, thoughts from the tourist." He mentally reminded himself to come back here, bringing you with him. "Alone."
His hand traced the petals and he froze when one delicate one fell to the ground, his eyes tracing it as it drifted slowly. He lifted it and tucked it into his pocket before he continued to lay his instrument.
"And I know, I know that we tried." You two had denied so many things, and decided that you both were okay, and that you were wine with how your boss was treating you. But, you both knew that it wasn't true.
"To survive on a lie we couldn't endure." All these hours, they were taking a toll on you, and slowly wearing you down. "So what's just one more…" he turned away from the flowers and began to walk again, his eyes looking so very sad.
"Thought from the tourist, imagining the two of us," he had planned proposing to you so many times, and your boss was taking that one thing away from him. "Alone?"
He frowned and blinked, his hand pausing on the strings as he stopped plucking the strings. A tired call of his name startled him as he looked up to see a nearly exhausted you rushing towards him.
"Jon! J-Jon!" You paused in front of him, shooting the frozen male a weak smile before wrapping your arms around him. He slowly hugged you back before tightening his arms around you. His head pressing into your hair, murmuring loving things to you. You pulled back a bit and quickly press your lips against his own. He smiled at you before pulling completely away from you.
"Jon, what are you doing?" he knelt on one knee and pulled the small velvet box from his pocket. Your hand flew to your mouth and your eyes glistened with tears, but not just any tears, tears of joy. His voice wavered for a moment before he sent you a dazzling smile.
"I'd like to start out by saying that you are the most amazing person that I have met in my entire life. You are what inspires me to write music and you inspire me to do everything that I do. I want to be able to keep you, the light of my entire life and being with me for the rest of my times, which would hopefully be enough to grow old with you. I meant to ask you earlier, but work and stuff stopped me. I even wrote you a song. If you marry me, so many more will be soon to come.." He cleared his throat and his pale cheeks flushed a gradual amount. "I'm sorry, I just.. Will you marry me? I swear that I'll do my best to-" He was cut off by you tackling him to the ground, burying your head into his shoulder and crying out 'yes' a million or so times. Jon grinned and pressed a sweet and quick kiss to your lips as he slipped the beautiful ring onto your finger.
"I love you so much." He hummed.
"I love you too."