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Strapless, white pearls, Yards of white satin. It was four years later. null had called null . After she had gone back to Ireland, null called her everyday, sent her tickets and backstage passes to every show near Killarney. null even toured with the group for a couple months.
null pulled at her veil. She had found her wedding dress at a little boutique in Dublin.

*Flashback*

“We’re going on a scavenger hunt.” null said to null .
She laughed. “What?”
“A scavenger hunt! Come on, It’ll be fun!”
She shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
The first clue had said “I’m hot, I’m cold, I’ll blow you away.”
null was puzzled for a second.
“A blow dryer?”
null raised his eyebrows. “maybe.”
null hurried to the bathroom in the house the two of them shared.
There were two envelopes taped to the mirror. One was pink, one was blue. The pink one had a message written on it saying. “Open the pink ones for the next clue, wait till the end to open the blue ones”.
The second one had led them to the bedroom, the third to null ’s house, and the fourth to Bleeding Murphy’s. The Pub where they had shared their first kiss.
Everyone was there. The rest of Westlife, A1, Ronan, and null and null ’s families.
“What’s this?” She asked, a grin playing on her lips.
“Oh, it’s nothing. We just decided to come for a drink.” Ronan said, trying to look innocent, but failing miserably.
null raised her eyebrows. “Then why do you have a video camera?”
“Oh, uhhh…… I was just….. Taping Ben! Because he, uh, wants to… sing?” Ronan racked his brains, trying to come up with a excuse.
“Sure.”
“Why don’t you assemble the clues in the blue envelopes?” null said to null .
“Sure. You don’t want to help?” She asked.
“I’m going to get us some drinks.” He said. He kissed her forehead and walked towards the bar.
null pulled the envelopes out of her purse and assembled them upside in order like the instructions said.
She flipped over the first one.
Will
She flipped the second one.
You
null ’s heart skipped a beat. She paused.
Could it be?
She looked up. Ronan’s camera was trained on her face.
She dropped her Purse to the floor and flipped the last two over at the same time.
Marry Me?
null gasped. Her hands flew to her face and tears sprang to her eyes.
She spun around and was greeted by a very nervous null holding a small black box.
He dropped down on one knee and took her hand.
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Well, supposedly, I cant coun’t because I’m a pop star-” null snickered and Ronan zoomed in. “-But I can count on a few things. That you will bring the best out of me, that I can count on you to support me in anything I do and I can count on you to love me unconditionally. And you never let me down.”
null let out a small sob.
“There are things that you can count on as well-” null continued. “- That I will love you. That I will support you through everything and that I will be the happiest man in the world, if you would grant me the honor, of becoming my wife.”
null ’s should shook and tears of happiness ran down her face.
She pulled null from his knees and kissed him fully on the mouth.
“Is that a yes?!?” Ronan asked, the camera a foot away from the two.
null looked null in the eyes.
“Yes. That’s a yes, Yes, YES!”
The group cheered, and the celebrated into the night.

Present Time.