Was it All an Accident? (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction, Book Three)

Part Seven: I Really Shouldn't

(Harry’s POV)

“You know I hate surprises, right?”

            “But you’re going to love this one.”

            “That’s what you always say.” She sighs and we both get out of the car. I go around to her side and lace our fingers together. “Do I have to close my eyes now?” I nod as she grumbles and then dramatically closed her eyes. “You know I trip a lot, right?” Ignoring her comments, I picked her up bridal style and led her to the backyard. The whole reason I took her out tonight, despite what everybody else was saying or has said, was to distract her.

            I’d already talked to her parents, who were against it at first but I convinced them to change their mind. It wasn’t as easy as it sounds, but I did it. For her. For me. For us. For our future. Together.

            When we got to the backyard, I put her down, making sure her eyes were still closed. Her father had gotten his wife to “redecorate” the backyard, a big huge favor that I’d have to soon repay, well, if she says yes. Here goes nothing.

            “Whytnie?” I stood in front of her, blocking her view from the little lit up area behind me. There was no hidden band ready to play at my given signal. There were no fireworks ready to be lit and exploded into the sky. There was no hidden camera to get this whole entire amazing moment on tape. There were no witnesses, her father and his wife had left to give us some “space”. Her father hadn’t approved at first, but I insisted it was the best thing to do. After all, who knew what would happen later?

            Which is probably why my inner voice of reason should be telling me not to do this.

            But I was going to do it anyway. It was my life. And she’s what I want.

            “Harry?” One eye opened and she looked at me. “You’re in my personal space? If this was the surprise, you could’ve done this in the car−” I cut her off by kissing her, which she didn’t mind at all. When I did pull away, our breathing was ragged and I moved out of the way to show her what was hidden behind me. “What is that?” One eyebrow was raised as she glanced at me before turning her attention back to the lit up area. There was a table and two chairs, with fancy silverware and china set up. There was only water at the table, since her father didn’t approve of underage drinking, and since I’m only twenty I’m underage. He didn’t really approve of my drinking back in London, even though I’m old enough. Now wasn’t the time to think about that, though.

            “Come on,” I whispered pulling her to the table. I helped her into her seat before taking mine across from her. “Now, I don’t want you to think that our date was as crappy as going to the movies just to get stared at and almost ambushed.” She laughed and shook her head. “I even brought your favorite.” I smirked as I placed a slice of pepperoni pizza with hand tossed crust from Pizza Hut on her plate. Her eyes lit up and she shook her head.

            “It isn’t like you.” I gave her a confused look. “To just have pizza on such a romantic date like this one.” I shrugged. It wasn’t about what I wanted. It was about making her happy. Sure, there are a lot of trial and errors along the way, but just seeing that smile as she ate her pizza was enough for me. That’s what I’ve always wanted. “So is this supposed to take my mind off of things?”

            Shaking my head, I replied, “I thought it would work.”

            “Thanks for trying.”

            “Wait!” She started to take another bite and almost dropped the slice when I shouted at her. Giving me a look, I shrugged and apologized. “But I’m not done yet.” She rolled her eyes and took the bite she’d been thinking about. Her eyes were still watching me, but she seemed more closed off and older than she really was. “I love you, Whytnie.”