My life had always, and I mean always, sucked. Ever since I started high school, I'd been bullied. People said Ashley was a dumb name, they said I'd be alone forever, they said I should just kill myself. That's exactly what I was going to do. So, here I am, standing on a cliff in the woods staring at the stone, hundreds of feet below. Before I jumped, I decided to let it out.
"I love you Mom and Dad. I love ice cream and cake and cookies. I love parties and celebrations. I love looking at the stars and camping and swimming at night. I've always wanted a kiss in the rain, I want a proposal on the beach, I wish I could have my honeymoon in a bungalow on a beach in Belize. I hate horror movies, I hate people who act like posers, and I HATE BULLIES!!" I screamed all of these things, but got louder on the last bit. As I started to step forward a strong pair of arms wrapped around me. I spun to see my biggest bully Harry Styles. He leaned down and started whispering, quickly into my ear.
"I want to meet your parents, I'll give you ice cream and cake and cookies every day. I'll throw parties and host celebrations. Let's go camping and look at the stars and go swimming at midnight. I'll check the weather for rain when I get home, let me drive to a beach and pray you'll say yes without a ring. Belize is probably beautiful this time of year and I have the money for a bungalow. I'll never, ever, watch a horror movie with you nearby, I'll be myself as much as possible, and I'll beat the living crap out of anyone who bullies. I promise. Just please, please, I beg of you, don't kill yourself and be mine." I backed up and looked into his eyes, they were so sincere and full of love. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed back with as much passion as I kissed him. Maybe after this, my life might get better.
~~~Four Years Later~~~
He did it. He kept every promise he made me. We graduated not long after he found me and after graduation, he took me to a beach and popped the question. After our honeymoon in Belize, I found out I was pregnant with our first child, Virginia Amber Darcy Styles. She was almost three now and she loved playing on the beach. Harry and sat with ours hands clasped as Darcy made a sand castle. I looked at Harry to see a loving smile on his face as he gazed at Darcy. I realized I was happier than I had ever been. Soon we went home and put Darcy in bed. Harry and I climbed into bed and I decided it was time to tell him.
"Harry."
"Hmm?"
"I'm pregnant." He turned and looked at me before breaking out in a grin. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me sweetly. I rolled over so we were spooning and huddled back against his chest.
"I love you, so much Ashley."
"I love you too, Harry. I always have and I always will."
"Till death do us part," We both mumbled, quietly to each other before slipping into a peaceful and dream filled slumber.
