Hariana Imagines

Proposal

Song for this chappie: Wherever You Will Go by Charlene Soraia

“What if I fall on my face? I bet you I'm probably going to stay stood, holding onto the rail the whole time while other professionals judge me for not moving an inch..” Harry chuckled at Ariana's short ramble, parking the car and taking her hand in his.

“Love, you're going to be fine. I'll hold you up as long as you want me to. Eventually you'll get the hang of it.” he kissed her cheek, running his thumb across her knuckles.

“I guess, I'm just nervous..it's my first time going ice skating and I just don't want to ruin this date by breaking my arm or anything.” she sighed, looking over at Harry.

He gave her a reassuring smile, pecking her lips once more before letting go of her hand and getting out of the car, helping her out of the car before heading towards the line.

Once it was their turn to get their shoe sizes, they sat at the bench to put them on.

Harry took the crystal white skates from Ariana, and slid them on her small feet with ease, lacing them up and taking her hand once again.

“Thanks.” she blushed, nervously heading to the ice rink.

“You'll be alright, babe.” he stepped onto the rink, watching Ariana struggle and hold on to the rail like her life depended on it with a hint of amusement.

He chuckled, taking her hand and skating towards the middle of the ice rink.

“Harry, I'm going to fall! I -”

“I got you babe.” he leaned in for a sweet, gentle kiss on the lips and let her hold onto him.

Once she slowly learned and got the hang of it, she laughed in amusement and did a small twirl, getting used to it quicker than she thought.

Harry watched her from a distance, grinning to himself as he watched the girl he was madly in love with, skate across the rink with the smile never leaving her face.

He knew he wanted her to be his forever, and he knew this was going to be the best decision he would ever make. Holding the ring in his hand and hiding it in his pocket, he skated towards Ariana.

Before he tapped her shoulders, he got down on one knee and got ready to pop the question.

“Harry, thank you so mu-” she turned around to gasp and cover her mouth with her hand that was covered by a mitten.

People stopped skating to stare, some taking out their phones as others just watched the young couple in hope for her to say yes and make them both happy.

“Ariana, I knew you were the one for me since the day I met you. Not once do I regret asking you to be my girlfriend, because then I wouldn't have realized how much I would come to love you as much as I do now. There is absolutely nothing someone could say to make me not want you more than I do already. You are unbelievably breathtaking from head to toe, and have a heart of gold. I can't imagine myself saying 'I do' to anyone else, but you. I want you and only you, and that's how its going to be 'til the day I die. Will you marry me, sweetheart?” he looked up at Ariana, hoping she'd say yes.

She stood there for a few seconds, taking in everything he said and what was happening.

After Harry started to lose hope, she let a few tears slip and nodded a small yes, hands covering her mouth.

“I would hug you to death right now, but I'd slip and make us both fall.” she chuckled, wiping her tears away.

He grinned, stood up, removed her hands away from her mouth and attached their lips together, the flashes of cameras going off everywhere, as well as people happily clapping.

She squealed as he sweeped her off her feet and spun her around in happiness as peopled cheered even louder.

Once he put her back down, he pecked her lips once more and rested his forehead on hers.

“Let's get married tomorrow.” he breathed, Ariana grinning and jokingly nodding, squeezing him again.

“I love you.” she smiled.

“I love you-” he pecked her dimple. “- and all your little things.”