Beg ✟ h.s. au (M)

b o n u s c h a p t e r #1 - christmas

"Been an awful good girl, Santa baby."

Stella's pov

"You said we weren't getting each other presents!" I argued, obviously frustrated. My arms crossed over my chest in annoyance.

"We're not."He answered smugly with a shrug. His mouth in a stupid smirk that made me want to hit him and kiss him all at the same time.

"Then what the hell is this?" I narrow my eyes gesturing to the wrapped box in his hand with bow to complete.

"A present." He smiles, thinking this was possibly the greatest trick ever.

"I hate you, you know that?" I say rolling my eyes, shaking my head at his stupid, cute face. I hate him.

He chuckles, pulling me in after setting the present down on the table. His arms wrapped around my torso. "Hm, I think that's quite the opposite love." He kisses my forehead, inching his way down to the crook of my neck. I giggle, pushing him away as I was still frustrated with him.

"Stop, I'm still mad at you. I didn't get you anything and now I'm officially the worst girlfriend ever." I groan trying to free myself from his hold, but failing to do so; Whether it be on purpose or not is up for interpretation.

"Oh shut up, I mean I did cheat a little by saying no gifts. But I just couldn't help it," he said laughing. His hand coming to tuck a hair behind my ear, his smile so wide his dimples were as deep as ever. "You deserve to be showered in gifts." He exaggerates.

I can't help but blush and roll my eyes at him. He's so sentimental sometimes that all I can will myself to so is brush it off. Especially ever since we had officially become a couple he had definitely shown more affection had that been possible.

Needless to say though, I was happy. He made me happy.

"I still need to get you something though, but with it being Christmas Eve there is no way in hell I am going to face that crowd." My eyes widen at the thought. People were crazy, and I just about hated all of them. Except for Harry. He's the select few I think are alright.

"You don't need to get me anything, babe." He groaned a little as he reached over to grab the present again but this time he set it in my hands instead. "You're my present this year." He finished with a kiss to my lips. He pulled back urging me to unwrap the gift placed in my hands.

I raise an eyebrow at him, not wanting to open the gift. He rolls his eyes, shaking his head while he laughs. "Open it, Stella. Please?" He begged with a pout of his lip. God, he was so precious.

I gave in, moving over to the table to set it down as I slowly began to tear the beautifully wrapped paper. Once all the decorative paper was gone I was left with a black box, nothing more nothing less. I took a deep breath and looked over at Harry. His eyes were full of excitement and anticipation as I hesitantly opened the box.

What was in it left me speechless.

"Wha-What is it?"

"It's a ring."

"I know it's a ring Harry, but I mean... I just.. We're barely 19!" I started to panic. He was not seriously trying to propose was he?!