"Harry, oh my god." You said.
"Naya, oh my god." Harry replied, coming over to the couch to sit with you. "What is it sweetie?"
"Well we've hung out for quite some time now, and you don't seem British at all. You seem more American thank anything. The only thing that makes you look British is that you're drinking tea." You said.
Harry stopped drinking tea and gradually put the cup down on the table before replying,"Naya... I don't even know what to do with you anymore." He replied, shaking his head.
You muttered to yourself "You could marry me.."
Harry with his British accent, asked ever so cutely, "What?" causing you to blush, and turn away from him slighty, blushing,
"Nothing." You replied
"Tell me." Harry stated.
"Harry, no." You protested.
"Fine...no pizza for a whole month." Harry teased while keeping a serious matter.
"Harry no! Fine, I said 'You could marry me...'" You said blushing.
"I could..." Harry smirked. "Or I couldn't and marry someone completely different."
"Oh my god Harry, I hate you so much you brat." You joked with him.
"You love me and you know it Naya."
"You're not invited to my wedding!" You yelled, joking with him.
"Me not invited to my own wedding, c'mon Naya you MUST be joking." Harry replied slyly.
"Your wedding, gosh Harry, bridezilla much?" you asked.
"Me? No, never!" Harry pretended he was offended.
"I love you Harry." You said, hugging him.
"I love you too." Harry replied, hugging you back.
