Unpredictable - A Harry Styles Fan-Fic

Chapter 13

"Babe..." Harry whispered, nuzzling my neck. "Wake up, beautiful" I smiled lazily as my eyes fluttered open. I was laying on my side, Harry curled around me. He had his arm wrapped around my waist protectively. 

"Good Morning" I mumbled as I turned over and looked at Harry. He looked younger and carefree, I realized now that during his waking hours he looked tenser. His curls weren't as tight ringlets and his eyes shined with happiness that they'd never possessed before. 

"Good Morning, gorgeous" he said, brushing some of my hair out of my face. "How'd you sleep?" He asked before I yawned and thought to myself, "Well, that was attractive" "I slept good, you?" He grinned as he grabbed my waist and pulled me up over him, to where I was straddling him. "I slept perfect since you were with me."

I blushed profusely, as I stood up and crossed my arms. "So what does this mean for us?" I asked, trying not to notice the fact Harry had taken his shirt off in the night. He leaned up on his left arm, causing the mussels to ripple. "I don't know, it depends on what you want" I looked at him meaningfully. 

"You're the man, at least I think you're a man" I said as I glanced at his crotch. His cheeks turned pink at my insinuation, "Baby, believe me, I'm stocked up very well in that department" he said with a wink. Now it was my turn to blush, "Just tell me!" I snapped. 

He grinned at me and stood up off the bed, swinging onto his feet in a graceful, cat like manner.He laid his hands on my waist and pulled me against him, It was sweet in the roughest manner. "I want you, Ariella. I want you to be mine, to stay with me, regardless of the hate" He reached up and picked up the necklace he had given me last night. 

"This is so you know, that I'm yours, if you'll have me" he murmured, voice laced with unwarranted affection. "So Ariella-" he started and surprised me by getting down on one knee. I shrieked as he took my hand, "Will you be my girl friend that I can spend every waking minute with and shower my affection and gifts upon?" I grinned at him with tears in my eyes, his gesture was grand and beautiful, nothing that I ever really expected. 

It didn't seem like enough, it didn't even seem poetic enough to for what he had just done. But I said it anyway. "Yes" I whispered, barley audible. He smiled up at me and it was one of those dimple showing smiles that took my breath away every time. 

When he stood up he locked his lips against mine and it was such a beautiful kiss, that wasn't filled with any thing other than the feelings we had for each other. He moved his lips against mine in perfect sync, in a kiss that left me light headed. 

He wrapped his strong arms around my waist, picked me up and spun me around. I was laughed while I ran my fingers through his silky locks of hair, He put his head up and rubbed our nose together. "You're mine, Ariella. Don't you forget it" 

I smiled at him, "As long as you want me" I murmured against his lips as we locked our lips in another soft, butterfly kiss.