Blinded by You

Sixty Six-

Harry's POV:
"How about spring?" I smiled as we inched forward.

"How about November? Before thanksgiving?" she countered sassily.

"How about next July and you plan it all?" I chuckled as the line began to move faster.

"Oh no, my ever so sexy man.You have impeccable taste. You're helping with planning too. But next July it is." Shaking my head with a laugh as we put our food up on the conveyor belt thing or whatever Americans called it, I could see the short, blonde cashier getting flustered.

"Hi," she smiled widely.

"Hello," I sighed, taking Ellen's hand in mine.

"Did you find everything okay?" I could feel Ellen slightly tense against me and squeezed her hand in reassurance.

"We did, thank you." Making flirty conversation with me as she rang everything up and put it into bags, I knew Ellen was probably super pissed. I was merely considerate of the girls feelings and politely said goodbye before we walked out of the store. The drive back home was silent and I helped her carry in all the groceries.

"She wasn't as bad as some of them are," I finally sighed , breaking the silence between us as I pulled the hamburger buns out and tossed them on the counter.

"She was practically eye raping you."

"Why do you get so jealous? You know I love you. I'm here with you, you should know by now I don't want anyone else. That's why I asked you to marry me."

"I'm not jealous. What's mine is mine and if some hot guy came waltzing up and tried to flirt with me, you'd be jealous."

"I thought you said you weren't jealous," I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm not," she grinned, walking toward me and hugging me from behind. "I alway fight for what I love and I knew getting into all of this, it's gonna be a constant battle that I'm happy to fight everyday for and with you." I put my hands over hers before twisting around to look at her beautiful face. Our lips met softly and I felt her smile against mine.

"I love you, baby doll," I murmured, mustering the best American accent I could.

"I love you too," she guffawed, her palms and fingers sprawled against my chest. Looking down at her, I felt strangely sentimental as we both had our eyes on her long fingers and her engagement ring.

"I love you more than yesterday, but less than tomorrow," I whispered, placing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"You got that line from that fanfiction story," she teased.

"It's still applicable. The fanfiction is good as well," I sighed, trying not to laugh.

"I've read it. It's called Pain. It's very good and it's written by a sweet girl."

"I've read it too, darling," I smiled, thinking about the fake Wattpad account I had where no one knew who I was. Feeling her lean into me, I opened up my hands across her back and held her close to my chest.

"We're a mess."

"You're my favorite mess," I smiled.

"The only reason I'm a mess is because I've got a mess of a man and together, we have one hell of a mess," she teased, leaning up and kissing my cheek.

"Yeah yeah, let's just cook."

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"Right there."

"Hand it to me."

"Here.

"You're amazing, Harry," Ellen gasped as I found her missing shoe and handed it to her with a smile. Watching her walk around in her bra and underwear before she put on her dress, I had a hard time not jumping her. It'd been a long 4 months. The red bottom accentuated the length of her long, tan legs and the top complimented her boobs well.

"You look divine," I smiled, hugging her from behind and resting my nose in the crook of her neck.

"I don't feel divine. What if people don't like my dress?" She was nervous. She always got nervous. Inhaling her scent, I smiled.

"Coco Chanel?"

"Number 5," she sighed as she put on her heels and smoothed her dress. Her long hair was in numerous curls and she took a deep breath as she applied red lipstick to her incredible mouth. Stop Harry, it can wait.

"Okay," she sighed. "I'm ready."

"You're stunning," I beamed and kissed her forehead before walking down the stairs and to the car. The drive there, we shared giggles and small touches until pulling up to the valet and handing him the keys. Ellen had a firm grip on my hand as we walked inside and surveyed everything. It was perfect. Well, at least I thought it was until Ellen gasped.

"What?" I asked, looking her over.

"Katie is here."