Harry knew it was time. He and Olivia were so compatible he couldn't delay their marriage any longer. True they had been dating for like one month, but when you know you know, am I right? Harry wasn't going to be weak anymore, love is only for the brave and Harry was a strong muscular sexy dream man!
Harry sat on the balcony of their home waiting for Olivia to arrive. She wanted a Romeo, and Harry would be her Romeo.
Olivia then walked out onto the balcony and saw Harry down on one knee, no control playing in the background.
Oh my gosh! Olivia thought to herself as the lyric "waking up beside you I'm a loaded gun" came through the speakers. This is so so romantic!
"Oh Olivia," Harry began, winking for good measure. "When I looketh into thy eyes, I see love. Summertime, butterflies, all belongeth to thy creation. I live for thee, I long for thou, Olivia. Thou tasteth like strawberries on a summer evening, and thy soundeth just like a song. I wanteth you to rock me forever, dearest Olivia. Will you marryeth me?"
Olivia was in tears. It was like she was Juliet and he was Romeo! It was so so romantic, she shed thorough tears. "Oh yes sexy man! I will be a Styles!! I love you my dear!"
Harry was so glad that she said yes he almost cried. Except he didn't cry because only weak women cry and he was very very sexist. So he said "humph!" And jumped up and down in a manly manner. He was so excited for their grand wedding!
