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Harry imagine

“Where are we going Harry?” “Can I take this blindfold off yet?” “I’m so confused” “You better not let me trip”

This is what the first 50 minutes of my night contained. The questions that clouded my mind is all I could think about, and all he could say was, “It’s a surprise”. Then when we parked I still couldn’t see and waited in my seat as he got out of the car, went around back to open the backdoor, and then come to the front to guide me wherever the heck it is we’re going. At first we were on a side walk until he said there’s grass. I stopped and took off my heels. We continued walking until he stopped and all I could think was we were somewhere with grass. I’m a very good observerer, I know. He untied the bandanna around my eyes and it took a second before I could focus in on the plush grass I was standing on and the white lines that ran across it. He brought me to a soccer field all dress up and now what? As he noticed my look of confusion, he started to explain, “I know we both love football, and I pulled some strings with the stadium, no games were going on so I brought my perfect girl out on a perfect night under the stars. With food”. He then held up a picnic basket smiling greatly.

We sat and ate the delicious food that he packed for us. Including chocolate covered strawberries…and whipped cream. I think the whipped cream may have been a little much considering it went all over the place and triggered a whipped cream war. Being the sneaky one he is had a second can for some odd reason forever unknown to me. Well except for the fact it was obvious he wanted to lose at fighting with whipped cream.

“Come back here and take it like a man” I shouted while chasing after him bare-footed.

“No, you’re just going to get whipped cream in my hair” This is as innocent as possible, I swear.

We laughed and ran about forever until we collapsed in center field catching our breath and staring up at the star at the same time. “Ya know, as cheesy as this sounds I want to name a star after you” Harry was now sat up on his elbows looking at me waiting for my response. “That’s sweet just as much as it is cheesy. Which one would it be?”

“That one. It’s part of the little dipper, the corner on diagonal with the handle”

I found what one he was pointing at and smiled. “You know why?”

I looked at him curiously. “No, why?”

“Because, when we’re dancing partners you’ll always be my little dipper”

To top it off we made out on the field for a little bit before it started to rain. Ok so it was the most romantic date ever and it was with the most romantic man ever. Who gets to have a star named after them? Harry’s little dipper, that’s who.