Spoken For (A One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 18.

*VIRGINIA'S POV*

I can't believe this. When I opened the box, there was a smaller box. And inside that, an even smaller box. However, now it was time to open the smallest box. I nervously unraveled the ribbon that held the lid to the box.

Oh. My. God. My boyfriend is the best. In the smallest box I found a hand-woven bracelet, so much better than those expensive diamond bracelets. Included in the box were four tickets to the local carnival.

If it weren't for my job, I would call Harry right now and thank him a million times for this wonderful gift. But since I would be seeing him soon at work I decided to wait. This was top notch and deserved a huge hug.

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I had just finished Louis' hair, the first of the five lads. Of course, the lad I was most anxious to see was set to be the last I would work on.

I set to work on the boys. Surprisingly, Niall's hair took the longest, probably because I stopped many times to talk to him about Olivia, who walked in during one of our conversations.

Finally I finished Liam's hair, now only Harry remained.

"Okay Li. I'm done! Can you tell Harry to go ahead and come in?"

Liam nodded as he left the room.

In the few minutes it took Harry to get to my hair station, my eyes caught a glance of something that brought back painful memories. There, on my left wrist was a scar. It seemed like the only thing to do back then. Self harm was my way out of everything. If I felt anxious or nervous, I would either purge or cut. If the kids at my school decided I would be their victim for the day, which I usually was, I would cut. The door opened and I quickly pulled my attention away from my arm.

"Hey Harry. You ready?" I asked him, trying to act as casual as possible. I wasn't trying to conceal my scars, I knew they would be there all my life. But I didn't want Harry to notice them now.

"Yeah. Did you get my package this morning?" He asked as he took a seat in my chair.

I nodded my head, looking at him through the mirror. As I began my work on his unruly hair he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his lap.

"Harry, what are you doing? I'm supposed to be working." I said with a smile on my face. I was secretly enjoying the picture-perfect moment but my work had to be done in a certain amount of time. Our foreheads were touching, leaving our lips only inches apart.

After seconds of staring at each other, he closes the distance between our lips. My hands instinctively wrapped around his neck and I began to play with his curls. I smiled into the kiss, realizing this is the happiest I had been in a long time.

Minutes later, I pulled away so both of us could get some air. With my head leaning on his shoulder and me still in his lap, I whispered "Thank you so much For the bracelet and the tickets Harry. Who are the other two tickets for?"

"Well, I was thinking you could get Olivia to go and I could trick Niall into going as well. I'll just tell him that we're going for food." Although it came out more as a question, it was a wonderful idea.

"That's so bloody brilliant Harry!" I gave his lips a quick peck and then attempted to get up to get back to work. Harry pulled me back into his lap.

"Where do you think you're going? You haven't given me a proper 'thank you' snog." He smirked at the end of his reasoning.

I brought our lips together once again. This time, the kiss was more gentle, but still passionate. In that moment, my life felt perfect. Harry broke the kiss and I hopped off his lap, meanwhile Harry found this to be the perfect opportunity to check out my bottom.