Warzone // Harry Styles AU

Safe

We all prepared for the coming fight in different ways. Some of the gang members only brushed up on their training for a bit, before going to conserve energy. Others trained as much as they could, making sure to get as close to perfect as possible on every move. There were some who didn't train at all, and more who gave tips to friends.

I was a mixture of the first two groups.

I trained as much as possible, but stopped before really tiring myself out. Harry helped me and anyone else who asked, but I could tell he really wasn't too sure about the outcome of this fight.

I was positive he didn't want me to go.

"You can't stop me from going, you know," I said softly the night before we were to attack as we lay in bed.

I felt the rise and fall of Harry's chest as he sighed. "I know. Doesn't mean I have to like it."

I cuddled up to him even further, if possible. "I love you."

"I love you too," he paused, before disentangling himself from me and getting up from the bed. I frowned, and he rummaged through the dresser for something in the dark.

"What are you doing?" I asked, standing up behind him. I placed a hand on his shoulder lightly, attempting to peer around him.

Harry quickly shut the drawer he was looking in, and spun to face me. He grinned, kissing my forehead before taking a deep breath. He slowly got down onto one knee, and my lips parted in surprise. His smile was gigantic.

"Charlotte Renee," he began. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Harry held out a diamond ring, and my hand flew to my mouth. My eyes became blurred, and my lips split into a grin. I nodded furiously, and Harry took my hand. I hastily wiped my happy tears, and he slid the ring on my left hand, standing up. It fit perfectly.

Harry took my face in his hands and kissed me with all he had. I kissed him back just the same.

He looked me in the eye as he pulled back. "Do you want to wait until we're actually married?" he whispered.

"Bloody close enough," I replied, pulling him back against me roughly. He smiled into our kiss, and worked my old tee shirt off of me. I tugged my pajama shorts off as well, and they were both tossed to the floor. We fell onto the bed, Harry hovering over me.

Our mouths pushed together harder if possible, and Harry reached for the clasp on my bra. I arched my back so he could find it easier, and not long after the bra was on the carpet.

Harry flicked my panties off unceremoniously, and I yanked his boxers down too. We kicked them both aside, and Harry leant down beside me. "You're sure?" he whispered heavily. I nodded my consent, and he sent me on a wild ride that was sure to have left us both with scratches the next morning.

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Harry's hair tickled me awake, and I slowly turned my head to see him still fast asleep, his head on my shoulder. His lips were slightly parted, and he had a death grip on my waist with his arm.