Tomlinson to Styles [Harry.S] *COMPLETE*

Yes Or No? - Chapter 18

A/N: I know I haven't updated in forever and I'm super sorry! Anywho, 2 things. Numero un: I need (desperately) an editor for this story. Leave me a message if you're interested. Numero deux: Sadly, 'Tomlinson to Styles' is coming to an end. It's been fantabulous writing this and the support on my other account before it was deleted. I'd like to thank each and every one of you reading this for your support. Love you all!

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Today was...eventful. Much to my disgust, I was forced to visit the Styles household with Harry in the building. Yes, it disgusted me to even be in the same house as Harry - let alone the same room. However, I let it go for Gemma. After all, I didn't want her to be on a downer since it was her wedding in two days. Plus, this was the day that I got to meet her husband-to-be, Jake. I have to say, he was nice. As much as I still thought the idea of this whole wedding very childish and immature, he seemed like the right one for my Gem.  I just hope they last. We all know Gemma doesn't stick to things. Marriage could change her though. I hope. 

We started the day with movies and hen night preparation for the evening, Jake being a surprisingly great helping hand.  After a good few boxes of tissues had been disposed of after our 'Titanic' and 'The Notebook' watching, we baked some cupcakes for the night. This was obviously Harry's cue to walk into the kitchen. 

"Ooh, look. Mini me's!" He squealed like an excited little girl, referring to the nickname I'd given him (cupcake). At all costs, we avoided eye contact, which was a lucky move on his side because, you know, if looks could kill, he'd be shot with daggers. Finishing the cakes with a final swirl of butter icing, I moved over to the couch, checking to see if Harry was there. Unfortunately, he was. Though I didn't let him bother me and I just sat in my regular space on the couch, not even caring I was right next to the man who pained me to be in the presence of. What happened next came to me as a great shock. I was pulled onto a different part of the couch by an arm snaked around my waist and another under my thighs to pick me up then drop me. I screamed in shock before having a hand slapped to my mouth. Gut instinct was to bite but I felt safe in the persons arms. The same arms that held such a history with me, the same arms that have held me a million-and-one times before, the same arms that Harry happens to own. 

Harry's uneven breath wavered on my goosebump - filled neck, making me shiver and curse that boy for having such an effect on me. 

"I love you," he whispered into my right ear. When I didn't answer him, I could tell by the way he heavily sighed that he was annoyed. "Do you love me?" He sounded desperate as he questioned me. It made me uneasy but I relaxed a little when I remember Gem and Jake were in the next room so he wouldn't try anything. 

"I uh, I-I. I d-don't know," I stuttered, mentally facepalming myself for showing my nerves to him. All this would do was rev him up even more. 

"It's simple, Alyssa," I hated when he used my full name in cases like this, "yes or no?" 

"Y-yes," I maanged to blurt out. "Of course I do!" I said as if I was explaining to some mentally retarded person who didn't understand. That, then and there, was when I let him in on all of the thoughts I'd had over the past week or so.  Even the song, which was a massive struggle getting the courage to tell him. By the end, I was in a sobbing heap over Harry's legs. Of course, that would be the moment my brother walked in. 

"Harry, what the hell did you do, man?!" He yelled, causing Gemma and Jake to run through into the living room. Gemma immediately ran to my side to rub my back and pull my hair out of my face since she never thought Harry could do a good enough job - even though he was doing just as good, if not better, than her. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and faced my angered brother, who currently looked like he was going to knock my boyfriend out. 

"He did nothing!" I defended, "I just felt emotional and Harry cuddled me to cheer me up," I smiled at Haz, squeezing his hand in reassurance. Louis still looked unsure but seemed to shake it off and resume to do what he came here for. 

"So Haz, I gotta ask you something," After that, I zoned out for a while. I couldn't be bothered with my brother rambling with whatever nonsense he was discussing this time. 

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I hadn't realised I'd fell asleep until I was woken by my boyfriend vigorously shaking my shoulders. 

"I'm sorry, Aly. For everything. Now, I have to ask you something. I was going to wait until you woke naturally but it just couldn't wait any longer. Let's forget about all the feuds we're having, and ever have had. Let's forget about all our problems. Let's just... Just forget all the bad. Let's get married! Yes, when Gemma and Jake do!" He squealed. Was this a proposal? To say I was gobsmacked would be an understatement. Not only was this such a rush, but it was also never the way I'd imagine to be proposed to. I always imagined it to be in a special place like... NYC or London or something over the top - exactly what Harry was! 

"Harry, this is all so rushed!" You managed to spur out. 

"It's simple, Alyssa," he said, smirking, "yes or no?" He mimicked what he'd said earlier, still with a dirty smirk rubbed on his face. 

"I... Yes! A million times yes!" I didn't even care I was in the presence of my boyfriend's sister and her future husband, plus my brother, when I kissed Harry. The kiss was so different to previous kisses we'd  shared. It wasn't rough or sexy, it was just right. Not too moist, not too dry. Not once did his tongue tangle with mine like when we'd share intimate date nights. Pulling apart, he shot me his signature smirks before looking at our gaping crowd. 

"My little brother's not a baby anymore!" Gemma cried out. 

"Gemma, I stopped being a baby 18 years ago," Harry retorted. I just sat in awe, stunned. It didn't seem real. I was getting married. Me. The reject, the dork, the loner. Look who's laughing now bullies! Life wasn't ever going to get any better. So it seemed, anyway. Nobody knows what Harry has in store though, today being a perfect example. 

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Second last chapter. Oh my goodness, I think I'll cry. I've worked on this story for God-knows how long. Next chapter will be the final so get the tissues! I'm rambling again. Hopefully it'll be up soon. Maybe tonight. But it is 11:50pm so probably not ahaha! Love you all!<3