The sky rumbled overhead, heavy thunderclouds rolling in as rain hammered the windows. I stood by the glass, watching droplets race down like little runners in a stormy marathon. Inside, Harry set the record player spinning a smooth, jazzy album. Then, without warning, he swept me up from behind, twirling me effortlessly into his arms.
We began to slow dance right there in the middle of my living room. The music wrapped around us as the storm played its rhythm outside. I smiled, melting into his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek.
Lightning flashed through the windows, briefly illuminating the room in silver-blue light. Harry hummed softly, lost in the music. His chin rested gently atop my head.
"My mom's been asking all about you," he murmured.
"Oh yeah?" I lifted my head, amused.
"Pretty sure, just from the one night you met her, she likes you more than me now."
I laughed, teasing, "I am far more charming than you, Haz."
"Oh really?" He tickled my sides mercilessly.
I squirmed, laughing, swatting his hands away until I caught them and locked my fingers with his. We pushed and pulled playfully, our smiles growing wider. Then he kissed me—soft and warm—and everything else melted away. I settled back against his chest, heart swelling.
"I love you," he whispered, voice full of happiness.
"I love you too," I replied, honest and sure.
It had only been a month since we officially became a couple, but this month had been perfect. Short, yes, but it felt right. After all, we'd been seeing each other for half a year now, and that time had woven us together in a way that made this step feel natural and meant to be.
He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. "You should take tomorrow off."
I shook my head with a smile. "You know I'm swamped at work, babe."
"Come on, play hookie, just for one day. We could go to that bed and breakfast—stay in bed all day, drink wine, get massages... try some new things." He winked, and my heart skipped a beat at the thought.
"I wish I could," I groaned, nibbling his ear as he moaned softly. "But what's stopping us from trying new things right here?"
He pulled back, holding me at arm's length, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Hold that thought, babe. I need to say something first—before you get me into bed."
I smiled, curious. "You know how much I love you, right?" Harry asked, his green eyes sparkling.
"Of course," I breathed.
"Good. Because when I'm with you, it feels like magic. Sometimes I have to remind myself that this isn't a dream—that you're real, and I'm awake." His joy was palpable, a little boy's wonder shining in his eyes. I watched him, captivated. "What I have with you, Emma... I don't want it with anyone else."
Then, with a gentle motion, he bent down on one knee, his hand pulling a tiny velvet box from his pocket.
"Please... marry me?"
My breath hitched. "Harry! Are you serious?"
He opened the box, revealing a delicate ring that caught the light and sparkled perfectly. Without hesitation, I nodded.
"Yes. Yes!" He slipped the ring onto my finger—it fit like it was made for me. He swept me up, spinning me around the room, laughter filling every corner.
"I need to call Casey!" I exclaimed as he set me down, reaching for my phone, but Harry caught me again, pulling me into another hug.
"How about we celebrate just the two of us? Since someone refuses to play hookie tomorrow."
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Capture
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] You can't run forever, eventually you'll be captured. A dark past he's spent years running from threatens to swallow him whole after a simple knock on her door.
