Harry Styles Imagines

16. Forever

The idea for this imagine is by LovelyHarym (all credits go to her :))

"Thank you for choosing Hotel Sainte Beuve." the voice of a small, elderly lady; Mrs. Rosanin, as her nametag reads, sounds in a French accent as she gives us a warm smile. "We hope you will have a pleasant stay in our hotel."

It's 3am and we've just arrived in Paris where the boys have a concert tomorrow.

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The last few months have been really tough and Harry and I have barely seen each other.
The only communication we've had was via texts, Skype, Facetime, Whatsapp or other social media, which was difficult not only because of the different timezones we were in, but also because of the urge we had to fight everytime we saw only the image of each other's faces on the screen, and wanting to be close to one another, but knowing we're so many miles apart.

After my graduation from university three days ago, Harry asked me to join him on tour, so we could spend some time together. I was hesitating at first, as I didn't want him to spend so much money on me and to fly me here, and it was also the fact that it had to be the first time of me coming on tour with him that made me nervous, but I guess the part of me that was missing him terribly was stronger and seeing our three year old anniversary was coming up soon as well, I finally agreed.

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There was a big glass window on the side where I was turned to and could see the Paris night whilst Harry was checking us in.
I haven't seen much of the city yet, but I love it already, I think to myself; the lights are shining so brightly and the streets look still packed, but calm at the same time as there's mostly cars and hardly anyone outside at this hour.

"Come on, babe. Let's go to bed." Harry tells me and takes my hand after we thank the lady at the desk and say our goodbyes.

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When we open the door to the suite, my jaw drops; the room is so incredibly pretty decorated that I can't believe I'm allowed to stand here on this, probably precious, carpet and look at it all, let alone sleep in this big and very comfortable looking double bed.

I'm staring with wide eyes and the only thing I can say at that moment is,"Ah..." as I breathe.
"That must be so expensive..."

Harry throws his head back in laughter. "I'm glad you like it." he says, coming closer to me and wrapping his arms around me. "I don't usually live in these fancy hotels when I'm on tour, but it's our anniversary in two days and I wanted it to be a special one." he confesses, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek.

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I feel like I'm dreaming... Yeah, it's definitely a dream. It must be. Right?

My fingers touch my left arm, pinching it slightly and I can feel the pain, telling me that this beautiful and absolutely breathtaking sight in front of me is real.

I can feel the tears brimming my eyes as I look up and the illuminated Eiffel Tower in the dark of the night comes to view.

From the distance I see Harry with his back to me as I run towards to him, grasping the lower part of the dress I'm wearing in my hands.

When I reach him, a little out of breath,
I stop my actions, not knowing what to do.

His back is still turned to me as he probably hasn't heard me yet.
He's standing at the other end of the Eiffel Tower, underneath it, couple of meters away from me.

Between us stands a table; candlelit with champagne glasses and rose petals randomly thrown among the little objects.

Harry looks deep in thought, nervous.

His hand is in his hair as he's running through it one moment, then rests it on his mouth the other.

"Harry?" I decide to speak up, but due to my nervousness, my voice cracks at the end.

Harry immediately turns around, looking a little startled at first, but his dimples show shortly after he's seen me. "Hi..." his deep voice sounds as he's coming closer to me.

"Hi..." I smile.

Once he's standing in front of me, he puts his hands on my arms gently, pulling me closer to him and closes the space between us.

We're quiet for a few moments and I realise again how much I've missed him. The long time that we were apart has made it a little strange between us, but only to a very small extend, so that it feels like I'm falling in love with him all over again.

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He rests his forehead against mine and sighs, "I love you so much, Y/N..."

"I love you, too, Harry," I whisper.

"Will you do something for me?" he asks, taking a step back away from me and watches me intently, waiting for me to answer.

"Anything." I smile and he does the same as he takes my hand and gets down on one knee, then takes a little box out of his pocket, "Will you marry me?" He asks and I can tell how nervous he is.

I feel as if all the air in my lungs has disappeared right after I've heard him ask that question.

I don't know how long I've been standing there, not saying a word, when I hear Harry's voice calling my name.

"Are you alright?"

I nod and when I look at him, my heart aches at the sight; his head is lowered and his eyes look sad, disappointed.

I want to speak, but Harry cuts me off and stands back up.

"You don't want to marry me." he mumbles and looks away, putting his right hand on the back of his neck, rubbing it slightly.

I panick when I see him walking away from me and think he's going to leave.
"No no no, please-" I stop, seeing that he's only walking to the table and then tries to open the champagne bottle. "Come on, sit down. The food's going to be cold." he says casually, his voice a little cold, but he sounds more disappointed with himself than with me.

"Harry... Babe..." I want to make it better as quickly as possible, but don't know how.

"Oh, come on, Y/N. Marriage is not that in anymore... If you don't want to marry me, it's fine." he tells me, chuckling sarcastically and taking a drink from the glas of champagne he's meanwhile opened. "I'm just wondering if you actually want to be with me or..." he doesn't finish.

"I do, I do..." I walk closer to him, "More than anything. I'm sorry. I just panicked, because I didn't expect that." I reach my hand up and ran it across his left cheek tenderly. "But of course I want to marry you. Who else but you? You're my only, the only one for me. I love you so incredibly much that is hurts. "

He's only watching me for a while and I don't know if he believes me or not and this is the only way I can think of at the moment to prove my love to him.

So, I take the bottom of my dress in my hands, pull it up and get down on one knee. "Will you marry me?" I ask, smiling.

Harry is shocked and his eyes widen when he sees me kneeling in front of him, but soon a beautiful smile appears on his face as he gets down as well.

His hands are on either side of my face as he looks deeply in my eyes, "There's nothing that could stop me from doing that."

Hopefully I didn't let you down, @LovelyHarym. :)

Votes or/and comments are very much appreaciated.

-Veronika ♡xxx.