Puddin' Cups // a collection

Pink Slip // The Engagement Party pt.2

Talulah's POV

"You sure you're alright?" Harry asks me for the fourth time. We haven't even made it outside to the car yet!

"Yes, I'm fine. Harry, I know you would never cheat on me-" He guffaws before I even finish my statement.

"That is not even a possibility! Don't even speak that scenario into the universe."

I side eye him as we step into the elevator. "And if you're worried about what that woman said to me, I don't care. I love my body. You love my body."

"Damn right!" He backs me into the corner of the elevator. His hands hold onto the railings as I squeeze into the corner. "This fucking body, Talulah. Damn the things you do to me. I'd get on my knees right now and praise you."

I blush because even after all this time together he still melts me into a puddle with his words. I look at my man whose eyes are filled with hunger, while mine are filled with nothing but love (and yes a little bit of lust) because he plans on looking at me like this for the rest of our lives.

"Which is exactly why I don't care what she said. Of course it feels gross when someone comments on my body, but it's none of their concern." I'm wrapped up in Harry's arms as I talk. His lips find my neck and move slowly up to my ear as the elevator brings us down to the ground. I could fight it. Make a comment about how we're in public and that anyone could step on. It wouldn't matter. He feels like he needs to prove how much he loves me. But he doesn't need to prove anything to me. My heart is with him 100% of the time, even in his dreams.

I let him feel me up until the elevator dings and I drag him out to the parking lot. His head tilts as I unlock our car and walk to the driver's side.

"Where's Ben?"

I shrug and hop in the car. We only have one car because parking in the city is crazy and we usually have Ben to drive us anywhere. But since Ben and his wife, who have become really great friends, are sitting at the restaurant waiting for us, I came to pick him up.

"I can't pick up my fiancé to go out to lunch?"

He leans over the console and kisses my cheek. "Of course you can. Now where are we going?"

I pull out of the parking lot. "You really think I'm going to tell you?"

He sighs like he's annoyed, even though we both know he's not. "Okayyyy. I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy the view."

I turn my head expecting him to be staring out the window. But he's not. He's staring right at me.

I snort and shake my head. "You're so stupid."

He takes my hand that is resting on the gear shift and kisses my knuckles. "Stupidly in love with you, Dream Girl."

"Right back at ya, Styles."

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"Aw, now who is the sentimental one?" Harry says as we walk into the restaurant he took me to for my birthday. He took me here right before he gave me the bakery. The same day he apparently bought the engagement ring that rests on my left hand right now. Little does he know I have something similar planned for him.

I smile at the hostess as I walk straight to the private room that I secured for us. Harry doesn't say anything as I hold his hand.

We enter the room and it erupts into some sort of shouting and excitement. I don't think they knew whether to yell "surprise" or "congratulations" or whether they were supposed to yell at all.