Little Secrets (h.s. au)

fourteen

 My fingers flip through a book, sitting beside a few people in the library. It’s stressful –being in college now – and all my time is studying and painting.

It’s been almost a year since Harry’s father’s funeral. We’re still together, stronger than ever, but I feel like he’s been distracted and far away recently. He hasn’t been happy and it’s starting to worry me.

The other thing that’s been happening is me. I’ve been passing out but eating and drinking water on a normal basis. I’m doing everything but I’m light-headed and passing out at least once a day. That’s why I think Harry’s upset. It’s me.

I finish studying and walk home, my feet stepping into the house. It’s quiet, as always, but something is completely different. A vase of lilies sits on the counter and an envelope is beside it. Brandilena is written on the white paper and I open it, his hand-writing on the card.

Meet me in the park at 8. –Harry x.

I smile and see that it’s almost 7, my feet rushing into the bathroom after I grab something to eat. I grab my dress that Harry bought for me on my birthday, his favorite color on me being blue.

I shower, straighten my hair, and get dressed. I put some make-up on and walk out of the house to the park across the street. My hand covers my mouth, Harry smiling with candles lit and a crisp tux on his body.

“What is this?” I ask, his hand grabbing mine tightly.

“A surprise,” he smiles, my hand holding his waist as well.

“I talked with all your friends, your mum, everyone really, just to make this right,” he smiles, my lips curving.

“This is beautiful,” I smile, his work amazing. He has candles, lanterns, and flower all over; my favorite decorations.

“I wanted to make it just how you wanted when you were little. Your mum told me your dream,” he whispers, my eyes looking at him. I had a lot of dreams, but I know the one he’s talking about right away.

His lips touch my cheek and I watch as he kneels down, his hands setting on his knee that isn’t on the ground.

“Brandi, I love you. More than anything. And I know you’ve probably hated me the past few weeks because I’ve been stressing out about this. I wanted this to be all about you,” he starts and he moves his hand into his jacket.

He looks up at me, his green eyes bright. Oh, how I love him.

“Brandi, will you marry me?” he asks, my hand taken in his.

I nod and he stands, setting the beautiful ring on my finger. He wraps me in his arm and kisses me, my hands holding his cheeks. He spins me around and I start to feel dizzy, his body setting me down.

I hold onto him, his body holding me up. He moves me to the bench and hands me water, my lips surrounding the top.

“I’m really concerned about this,” he whispers, my hand holding him.

“What should I do?” I ask, his hand holding my waist.

I try to stand but I immediately fall back down, his words telling me to sit. He blows out the candles and lifts me in his arms, taking me to his car.

“I’m taking you to a doctor. Right now,” he says, kissing my temple.

“I don’t want to ruin tonight,” I whisper, still in shock that I’m wearing a ring on my finger.

“I’m worried about your health. That’s first before anything else,” he says, kissing my pouted lips.

He takes us to the doctor, his arms holding me as we wait for the doctor. I take his hand and he kisses me, my resistance to the doctor high.