Carrying the Torch

Chapter 11: Psychotic Murderer

"Where are we going?" Her eyes are lit with amusement and she has the biggest smile on her face.

"You'll ruin the whole, you know, surprise part." I tease her as she rolls her eyes with a smile playing on her lips.

"I never said I wanted a surprise you just went on and assumed that. After 6 dates and hanging out so much I'd like to think that you know me at least a bit." She teases me while following me down the small worn dirt path. 

"Here I was thinking you were sweet. You're just ungrateful, here I am working my arse off to be mysterious for you, and you're just complaining." I pout, only to laugh once more.

"I wouldn't complain so much if you weren't leading me into the woods where everything starts in the horror films. I don't understand why I'm the one that gets chosen by the cute British psychotic murderer." She laughs her hands telling her story as she speaks. I find when she talks and her hands automatically start flying around in different motions to contribute in whatever she has to say cute.

"At least I'm cute." I turn back and look her into her eyes with a straight face. Laughter immediately bursts from her uncontrollably as she clutches her stomach. Her face gradually becoming red  as she tries to catch her breath. And, I can't imagine that I look any different from her right now as I try to halt my laughter.

She's completely beautiful and amazing. I can never get enough of her, she makes me truly happy and she has no idea the comfort she brings. I hope I can give her exactly what she gives me.

The laughter eventually dies down and I take her hand in mine.

"We're almost there. In fact..." I trail off and watch her face for her reaction. She takes in a sharp breath.

"Harry... what is all this? Is this for me?" She blushes and I reassure her with a nod.

Her eyes seem to shine as she takes in the candlelit bridge with scattered rose petals adorning it. Her eyes scan the water bank with rose petals adorning.  Her gaze falls back on the bridge with its small table and two chairs inviting us over. Her gaze flickers up to me and she looks at me in awe.

"Well that bridge looks kinda lonely, let's join it." I smile at her as she nods and continues to follow me to the table. I pull her chair out for her and she takes her seat and I help her in. 

I go over to my side and reach under the table, pulling out a basket onto my lap and carefully remove its contents. I set the table serving the food as she watches me in amazement.

"Taylor, you say that seven is your lucky number so although I've wanted to call you my girlfriend ever since I've laid eyes on you,  I've waited. I want this to work and for it to last and I'm willing to do anything and everything it takes to accomplish that. I'm tired of not being able to announce that you're mine. I'm tired of calling you baby without you being my girlfriend. So Taylor Alison Swift, will you be my girlfriend? My number seven?" I smile nervously awaiting her response. I notice her blush & smile; blushing is good.