My blood

Chapter 11

After making my way back home, through the cold, tired streets of Holmes chapel, I flopped myself onto my messy but incredibly soft bed.

My heart was still beating at 100 miles an hour, so much so that I thought if it kept going at that rate, my heart would explode out of my chest.

My stomach was doing somersaults and everytime I thought of Harry, it erupted with butterflies. Was that even normal? Or safe?

I was completely overwhelmed by it all and I was soon fast asleep, and for some odd reason, I was dreaming of Ireland , in cloud version, dancing the can-can. I was defiantly not alright and I knew that with Harry around, I'd never be normal again.

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The next morning came, as it always does, but that was about as normal as my world was when I woke up the next day.

I hopped out of bed, with a skip in my step, instead of lying there for the next couple of hours as I usually did. It was going to be a good day. I would make it so.

I sauntered downstairs and fixed myself a bowl of coco pops and a glass of orange juice.

Oddly enough, my foster mother Susan wasn't pottering around the kitchen as she usually was, baking brownies or some sort of sweet treat.

I shrugged it off, it was probably nothing. I heard my phone go off in my room, so I sprinted upstairs, sounding like a herd of elephants while also managing to fall up the stairs in the process. It was one of my many talents.

I eventually reached my phone as I flopped myself back onto the bed. It was a text from Harry.

"hey beautiful, wanna come to the park today? The lads and I were heading down and they wanted to get to know you a little better. We're heading down for 2. Hope you can come xxxx"

I smiled to myself before having a long, hot shower. Yeah, I washed my hair and stuff but also, I had my very own concert and solved many of the worlds problems, cuz I'm cool like that.

After towel drying my hair and drying myself, I spent two long hours finding what to wear. Guys don't realise the pain and stress involved in this procedure, every detail, down to the nail colour had to be perfect.

So after two hours of intense decision making, I ended up wearing a flowy floral dress with a small bit of blue eyeliner and mascara.

I grabbed my phone and I raced out the door, heading for the park.

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It only took about 5 minutes to walk to the park, and on the way, I got seriously nervous. Not as nervous as I would be over operations and needles but thats a different story.

What if they didn't like me? What if it was all a trick and harry played me? Hundreds of possibilities flew through my head as I tried to calm down.

As soon as I walked through the gates of the park, and I saw Harry and the lads playing football, my fears evaporated into thin air.

Harry glanced over, shooting me a truly breathtaking grin. I swear I nearly collapsed.

He ran over, leaving the lads and pulled me into a bear hug.

God, he smelled good!

"I smell good?" he chuckled grinning amused at me.

My cheeks flared red, ooops!

"I didn't mean to say that outloud!" I gushed,embarrassed.

"c'mon, the lads are waiting." he grabbed my hand, our fingers intertwined and we ran over to the lads.

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Soon enough, a quite competitive game was on between the boys. And the best bit? Harry was obviously trying to impress me and I was truly flattered.

After a while, Zayn got hurt; twisted an ankle or something and came over and sat down beside me.

He sat down beside me and we chatted as the game proceeded. He was quite the flirt, really sweet though.

We were so busy chatting that we hadn't even realised the game had finished, and over came a very moody looking Harry, which was quite sexy actually!

He grabbed my hand and dragged me away from Zayn and into the forest.

"Harry? Harry where are we going?" I giggled

"I've to show you something." he breathed as we walked on deeper into the forest.

Soon, we came to a small garden, full of brightly coloured flowers, the trees bearing glasses containing tea light candles. It was beautiful. It really was.

I stood there in silence or a few moments, taking in the beauty of the place surrounding me, but it wasn't long before I felt someone tug at my fingers. I was spun around and I found myself in Harry's strong arms.

"Harry?" I questioned

"Dance with me Lucy." he barely whispered as we moved in time together; an endless circle under the moonlight.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, Harry's placed his hands on my waist pulling me towards him.

I gazed up at him, his eyes were closed and he seemed so peaceful, humming softly. I placed my head on his chest and smiled softly. I was in heaven.

I lost track of time, dancing with Harry. It was pure bliss. After a while we sat down on the old wooden bench and he told me about this place.

It was a special place that not many people knew about, and his father had told him when he found the right girl, a special girl, he could share it with her. And that girl....... was me.

We sat there on the bench, Harry's arms wrapped around me, my head resting on his chest.

"I love you" he smiled and I looked up at him.

"I-I love you too" I breathed as I huge grin spread across Harry's face. I sat up, as Harry took my face in his hand and slowly his lips found mine. His soft lips meshed perfectly with mine, my body pressed again his.

When he pulled away, Harry pulled out a small box and handed it to me. I opened it slowly, not knowing what to expect. I found a ring inside. It was beautiful; silver body with a purple and blue stone in the centre.

"A promise ring" Harry explained.

"A promise from me to you that I will love you, protect you, and- if all goes to plan- the promise that someday, when we are older, I would have your hand in marriage."

Hot tears of joys poured down my face as Harry placed the ring on my finger.

I was in love.