No control

Chapter 2

Harry parked the car in front of my favorite restaurant and I rolled my eyes at him. Cheesy. But when he opened my car door and led me around the building to a small field behind it, I immediately felt guilty for insulting him. "What are we doing out here?" Curiosity filled my voice. "You ask too many questions." Harry laughed as guided me to the edge of the field where a stream babbled quietly. I smiled. "It's really beautiful out here." I murmured quietly. I could hear the smile in his voice when he said "I was hoping you'd think so." He seated himself on the bank of the stream and slipped his shoes and socks off. I followed suit, sitting beside him and discarding my TOMS. I didn't wear socks with them 'cause why would I? I leaned my head on Harry's shoulder and smiled to myself. "We've been together for quite a while..." He started. I nodded. "I love you a lot, Tamsin." "I love you a lot too, loser." I responded immediately. He rose then, taking my hands and helping me to my feet as he did so. "How long have you been my girlfriend?" He asked smiling slightly. "Three years and seven months." I blushed deeply as I spoke. Harry put his finger under my chin so I was looking him directly in the eyes. He slowly lowered himself onto one knee, still barefoot might I add, and reached into the pocket of those impossibly tight jeans. My heart picked up speed as I watched him. When his hands came back into view, he held a small velvet box in them. My heartbeat became forever faster. "Tamsin Jaelynn Moore, I have loved you for as long as I can remember. You've been my biggest supporter and my very best friend for nearly four years now. I can't get enough of spending time with you and just hanging out. I was wondering if maybe you'd like to hang out with me for the rest of our lives," I giggled a little through the tears that were pouring down my cheeks. "Tamsin, I love you. Will you marry me?" I nodded my head as he opened the case and presented me with my ring. "Yes!" I sobbed happily. "Oh my god, yes Harry." He rose and slipped my ring onto my finger. I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist. "I love you so so so much, Harry Styles." I whispered into his shoulder. "You won't after I do this..." he trailed off as I pulled back. Worry and confusion swept over me at the same time that dorky smile swept over him. Without warning he detached me from my position as his makeshift pet koala bear and threw me into the stream. I came up laughing and cursing. "You curly headed fucker!" I screamed. "I hate you!" I laughed. "Well," he said holding back laughter of his own, "if you hate me our marriage won't work out so you might as well just give the ring back." I smirked and waded toward him. I reached my hand toward him with my fingers spread apart, as if to let him slide my ring back off. He walked toward me to grab it but as soon as I could reach, I grabbed his hand and pulled him in with me. He surfaced and shook out his gorgeous curls with a huge smile on his face. "I think our marriage will work out just fine actually." I said matter-of-factly. His smile grew as he planted a kiss on my forehead. "I couldn't agree more." He whispered against my skin. He easily waded back to the bank considering he was about 400 feet tall and the water barely hit his waist. However, I am only 5'2 and the water reached the base of my neck. He climbed out of the water and offered a hand toward me. I took it immediately and gave Harry all my weight as I began to climb out. "Aww, poor little guy." Harry murmured and let go of me. I fell back into the stream with a loud splash. Annoyed as hell, I got out on my own, grabbed my shoes and walked to where Harry now stood crouched over cooing at something. As I neared him, I saw that there was a small box turtle stuck upside down. Now here's the thing, my love for turtles almost exceeds my love for my fiancé so when I tell you I stopped everything and sprinted to his rescue; I literally mean i dropped everything and ran full speed to this poor animal, knocking Harry on his cute little ass in the process. I carefully grabbed his little shell and flipped him right side up, slowly, so I wouldn't scare the little thing. I gently kissed his cute little head and placed him into the grass. Harry was still in the position he'd fallen in smiling up at me. "Why do you love turtles so much?" He asked. "They're cute. And hella chill. Like 'Hey man, I'm kinda hungry and want some food but I'm gonna take my time getting there cause I don't give a shit. I'm a turtle' ". Harry burst into laughter at my terrible imitation of what an average turtle thinks about. He stood and scooped me into his arms, walked a few feet and scooped up my shoes, and then carried me to the car. He bucked my seatbelt for me and the hopped in and pulled away. There was a giddy feeling pulsing through me. Harry Edward Styles was my fiancé. I must be the luckiest girl in the world.