You smiled as you traced your boyfriend, Harry's, lips while you two were having your usual late night conversations.
"Why do you have to be so perfect?" You ask him with a blush.
He pecks your nose and gives you a soft, loving smile. "Well, why did you have to steal my heart, my breath, and my soul?" He then pulls out a small velvet box, and places it in your limp hand by his cheek. "And would you look at that...now you're stealing my last name..."
You freeze and let your jaw drop. "What, what?" You stutter and look from him to the box. You feel your eyes burn as you slowly open the small red box. "Oh my god." You breathe when you see what's inside, a silver diamond ring with a small teardrop shaped jewel in the center. You cover your mouth with your hands and let the box fall on his chest. Your eyes well up as he holds it up and smiles.
"Will you, Y/F/N, marry me; Harry Edward Styles and become Y/N Y/M/N Styles. And live with me for the rest of your life, raise our children, have more children than the Duggar's, fight like my parents, make up like yours, and love each other like only we know how to because we're meant to be and I love you so much, please say yes."
You sob. "Is this for real?" You sigh and rest your forehead on his stomach so you can still see the ring. "I love you, yes, of course, I'll marry you." You giggle and sit up, letting him slip the ring on.
You sit there, together in comfortable silence, and then you snort. "What would you have done if I had said no? You Cocky Bastard, 'now you're stealing my last name'." You mock him in a deep voice and laugh when he starts tickling you.
"I would have dug a hole and died in it because then I wouldn't have been able to marry the love of my life."
You try to keep a straight face, but end up cackling with laughter. "That was the cheesiest and stupidest thing I have ever heard in my life, but more importantly, who's going to pay for the wedding?"
Harry shakes his head. "Come here, you scatter brain." He chuckles and pulls you in for a kiss.
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"Are you nervous, Y/N?" Your older sister asks. Her name is; Teresa and she's 23, 1 year older than your other sister; Abigail, 3 years older then you, and 20 years younger than your oldest brother; Scott.
"Yes, now shut up, you Troll." You snap and scream when you look in the mirror. "Oh my god, I think I smeared my lip stick a little." You start to hyperventilate.
"Seriously, there is so much estrogen in here, it's burning my eyes." Your twin brother; Nathan walks in and winces. His eyes fall on you and he scowls, walking over. "What did you two do to her?" He asks, hugging you and whistling, Scott and your parents enter and smile at the look of you.
"You're so beautiful." Your mom gushes.
"He better take care of you." Scott mumbles and tazers you teasingly.
Scott has 5 wives and 18 kids, he's a Mormon Pastor. Teresa, is another story, she has 4 kids and hasn't had a proper boy friend since she was 7. Abigail just started dating her best friend 3 months ago; David. Nathan is still looking for the right girl.
"Let's go." Your dad says and offers you his arm.
You're walking down the aisle and looking at Harry. He's so fucking gorgeous, how is he yours?
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"Hey, Harry." You sing, you stand behind the couch he's sitting on and play with his hair.
"Hey, Y/N." He harmonizes back, smiling widely.
"Guess what?"
"Your mom wants us to come over for dinner every day for the rest of your life?" He remarks.
You roll your eyes and tug on his hair. "Nope, I'm pregnant."
He freezes. "I'm sorry, what, you're what?" He yells and standing up and grabbing your shoulders.
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"It's a girl."
"Darcy Anne."
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"I'm sorry, you've had a miscarriage."
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"It's a boy."
"Lewis James."
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"Mom, you can't be pregnant, you're 46."
"It's a girl, Darc."
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"Harper Mae."
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"Mom, I'm getting married because I'm pregnant." Darcy mutters. "I'm only 3 weeks."
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"Mom, Emma has cancer, they're taking the baby out early, what if I lose them both?"
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"His name is Emmett, Emma died last night, he's all I have left of her."
"Lewis, she'll always be with you, even as Emmett grows up. I promise."
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"Mom, I'm moving in with Brendan, I'm doing this because I love him, not to get back at Dad."
"I don't care why you're doing it H, it's wrong and you shouldn't be."
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"Mom, Quinn had an over does, he's dead and I have 2 kids, what am I supposed to do?"
"Quinn had lots of money, it has been left to you, Gerald and Grace will be fine, I promise."
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"Mom, I'm pregnant and Brendan left this morning, can I move back in?"
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"You're not pregnant."
"Thank you." Harper sobs into your shoulder.
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"WHY ARE YOU STILL WITH THAT BOY!!!!!!!" Harry yells and slams his fist on the counter.
"He came back when I told him I wasn't pregnant!"
"He's bad." You say and rub Harry's arm.
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"I'm sorry, your husband is dead. His heart stopped during the seizure, there was nothing we could do."
"Mom, we're here for you, I'm moving back in, I left Brendan."
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"Mom, you can let go, we'll be fine." Darcy says and twirls your hair. "Your grandkids love you, say hi to dad for us."
