You're My Freedom

39

Previously in chapter 28...
Madison's POV
"Are you crying?"

"No."

"Harry."

"What Madison? What do you want me to tell you?" Harry said.

"Tell me why you're crying."

"Do you love me?"

"Harry, I told you not too lon-"

"Do. You. Love. Me?"

"Yes, I love you," my voice was shaky.

How could I keep on with this. This beautiful boy who is in love with me is crying before my eyes.

"Then why don't you tell me you love me? You only ever tell me you do if I ask you, if I'm lucky," he said.

No tears were streaming down his face, but his eyes grew glossier and glossier.

"I love you Harry, I do. I'm just confused. I-I I've never had a boyfriend before and now..and I just, I just I-I think I'm falling in l-lo-love with y-you," words just seemed to spill out of my mouth.

"You what?" He lifted his head.

"You're falling in love with me? Is that what you really said?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but not a sound came out. What did I just do? I worsened the whole situation. Wha am I going to do? I can't do this anymore, I need to talk to Zayn about this?

"Madison, I would have never thought I would feel this way for any girl? Yet I'm already so deeply in love with you. Tonight, was supposed to be a fun night and that arsehole of a guy ruined it, but you surprise me yet again. I wanted to wait a little bit but," he crouched down and reached into the inside pocket of his suit.

He was on one knee and a small box in his hands.

I gasped, dropping my purse and I brought my hands to my mouth and began trembling.

He opened the box and looked up at me.

"I don't believe it's too soon, I don't. I know for a fact that I won't ever find someone that will make me feel the way you make me feel. I can't stand when a guy talks to you, I fill myself up with so much jealousy. Madison, will you please marry me? I love you."

"Oh my god," my voice trembled.

(Chapter 39)

I ran across the hall as fast as I could in these heels. I quickly grabbed a taxi and told him the address of the hotel we are staying at. I immediately began crying. He asked me to marry him. To marry him!!!

"Woah, woah, are you okay back there?"

"I'm fine," I sobbed.

I couldn't catch what the taxi driver mumbled under his breath.

How could he have asked me? Why did I tell him I was falling in love with him? I'm so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Hey miss we're here."

"How much do I owe you?"

"It's fine, just try to keep your head up high kid," he looked at me through the mirror.