twelve

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sorry for the late update! i've been very busy and counting down until i see harry :,)

Harry styles
I feel terrible. She just looks so... sad? no. mad? no? confused? no. I think she's all of them. I'm hunched over the bar drink in hand. She's stood over by the old jukebox with a coin in her grip.

We managed to find a motel far enough away from Daytona that we won't be found long enough to buy us some time. We are going to catch a plane back to my home tomorrow. We have more than enough money to be able to do so. Rent out a small cabin until Mya has to go out for her tour and can provide us with some more money.

The sound of the ice clanking off the cup as I swirl the liquor around as I watch it. The small chatter in this very old bar. I hear the sound of the coin been put into the jukebox and then the sound of 'bohemian rhapsody' begins to plays. I look back over to Mya. Her face in a small smirk. Her bottle of budweiser in her hand. She gets to me and her hand rubs my back gently before pressing a small kiss to the side of my cheek.

"c'mon baby. We are free." She whispers in my ear. I glance at her to see a happy smile on her face. I press my lips to hers lightly and give her a small smile. The least I can do is try to be happy. She's completely left her whole life behind just for me and I absolutely adore her for that.

I sit up straighter and take her bottle of beer from her hand, placing it on the sticky wooden countertop. My hands gripping her hips, her hands wrapping around my neck. I press my lips to hers more harder. She's the love of my life and I will do everything I can to help her. Even if she moves on from me again.

She stares at me intently for a moment. "what?" I chuckle to her. Mya rolls her tongue in her mouth and shakes her head. I urge her to tell me what's up and she just bursts out laughing.

"You literally stabbed my boyfriend and here I am just kissing and loving you."

I stifle out a laugh. "firstly, your ex boyfriend. I have reclaimed that title again."

"have you now?" she raises an eyebrow at me. I nod and continue.

"secondly. You never stopped loving me and that's a fact." It's true. She's always loved me or she wouldn't be stood here, dancing with me. Well more just swaying. Mya, looks at me for a moment before shaking her head at me slightly a grin on her face. Her hands gripping my neck tighter as our heads press together, nothing else in this world would ever compare to how I feel when i'm with her.

We stand in silence just staring at each other's eyes, the sound of the jukebox playing in the back and glasses clanking together. Life seems better with her in it, even if i'm the worlds biggest fuck up and she deserves so much better than me. I want a family with her. I want to grow old with her. I want to sit on the front porch of our family home when we are in our 80's. I want to marry this girl, I want to watch her walk down the fucking isle in a big white dress surrounded by the people that mean the most to us. Which won't be a lot of people. Just probably Niall, Poppy, Louis and Liam. Just who we need in life.

"I want to marry you." I mumble to her under my breath, Myas eyes widen slightly. She giggles and then holds her hand infront of me, revealing the ring I proposed to her with 2 years ago. I think it was anyway.

I flick my eyes back and forth from the ring to her. "See I told you that you still loved me." I tease her slightly, a small scoff coming from her.

Her face titls slightly so I can see the brown in her eyes better. She flutters her eyes shut and presses a kiss to my cheek. I smile at her stupidly as all my skin prickles with goosebumps and tingle with excitement. I'm so in love with her.

I lean closer to her. my mouth pressed to her ear, I can feel her grip becoming tighter around my neck from the affect that my warm breath is having on her. "I want you to have all my babies, I want a family with you. I love you so much." I tell her, It's all the truth. I want a family with Mya. I would start one tomorrow if she wanted. I would wait ten years if she wanted to. I would only have dogs if she wanted me to.

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