My Favorite Mistake (1D / H.S./ Harry Styles)- REVISING

Chapter 20

I am speechless. I place my hand over my mouth to hide it from gaping open to the entire restaurant. I look up and see half the restaurant staring at us. I glance back down at Zayn beginning to look worried. He is so vulnerable right now hanging on my answer. I am completely caught up in the moment and all I can do is nod my head in acceptance. Our section of the restaurant begins to cheer and Zayn places the ring on my finger.

He stands up and helps me out of my chair to give me a hug and a very passionate kiss...almost forgetting where we were. We sit back down and I struggle to comprehend what just happened.

"I was worried you would say no for a minute there." He said as he sighs in relief. "Did you have any idea?"

"Not a clue." I answer.

He grins pushing his tongue against the back of his top teeth.

"Looks like we have a lot to plan and discuss." He smiles.

"I guess we do." I'm still in shock as I look down at my ring.

We finish eating and he takes me back home. He comes inside with me as we tell my parents. My mom is gushing and I can already see her beginning to plan the big day. I don't want it to be anytime soon. Maybe in 1 1/2 years or so. We'll have to see if Zayn and I are on the same page about this later. He leaves and I head to bed.

As I curl up under my covers, I text Lisa, Harry, and anyone else I can think of that might give the slight care about the engagement. I receive back a bunch of congratulatory texts but nothing from Harry. He must already be asleep.

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Harry's POV

I leave to go back to school tomorrow. Sam wants to meet up for coffee...well, her coffee and me tea. I've been trying to keep my distance while I was here. Bloody engaged?! There's no way. Why did I talk her into getting back together with him? There's nothing I can do about it now. I just need to be patient. If she's happy...really happy, then I will be supportive.

I pull into Starbucks and she's already there. I walk in and she's sitting with two cups in front of her. She knows exactly what I order without asking me. Those little gestures show me that she cares. I sit and she slides my cup over. Her ring catches the light. It's simple and elegant. It is quite modest. Sam wouldn't need a flashy ring. She's not like that.

"Hi." She says and brings me back from my own thoughts.

"Hi. Well, a lot has happened to you these past couple weeks." I smile.

"You can say that again! We're looking at a couple apartments after Zayn gets off work today. I'm hoping we find something soon."

"Are things that bad at home?" I can read it in her eyes. She's desperate to get out and from under her mom. From what she tells me about the woman, I can understand that. It surprises me what she goes through and still shows up every day with a smile on her face and not hating the world. She never ceases to amaze me.

"Worse than they have ever been. My mom keeps having to reassure herself that she's the queen bee. I'm not fighting her on it and maybe that's what she wants. I don't know. My dad pulled me aside and basically told me I needed to move out because there were 'too many adult women in the house'. "

"Do you think moving in with Zayn is the answer?"

"I don't have much of a choice. Plus, it gives me an opportunity to test drive the car before I buy it. I mean, we aren't getting married for a good 18 months."

18 months? That's a ways off. A lot could happen in 18 months.

"Test drive the car before you buy it?" I laugh, "That's such a delicate way of putting it." She always has such a straight forward way of saying things.