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The Proposal

Those who start together, end together.

April 11, 2012
Anastasia Greene’s Bedroom

He looked… Nervous. As if he was trying to ask me to marry him or something. As if, he would never ask me that again. Not after what happened… Unless he would…

    He twisted his fingers and I smiled, sitting down on my bed. “Um, I... Listen,” he approached my bed and sat down beside me, “Do you really want me to get married to Penelope?”

    “Harry it’s a little late for that, don’t you think? You’re wedding is less than a month,” I said and he shook his head.

    “I know that but… Do you want me to get married? To her?” He was looking for a sincere answer. I know he was.

    “Well, of course not.” When I looked at him, a wave of satisfaction washed over him and over me.

    “Okay,” he took a deep breath and smiled, “You know how we’ve been saying we want to be together, but we don’t know how to stop the wedding?” I nodded my head, “Well, I know how. Believe it or not.”
   
    Oh really, Styles? “How?” I laughed at his enthusiasm and he smiled again, grabbing my hand in his.

    “Run away with me.” I frowned. I can’t run away… “Run away with me and everything will be just the way it used to be. No Penelope, no dumbass Brazton to get in the way. We would be able to flirt in public, and have fun.”

    I was silent, and my silence made him settle from his enthusiasm. “Your proposal is great Harry, but…”

    “But what?” he sounded exasperated.

    “I can’t run away. I just don’t want to be alone.” I sighed and he held my hand tighter.

    “That’s the thing. You won’t be alone,” he stopped and put his hand on my neck.

    “But what if you leave me? Then I’ll be alone.” Tears filled my eyes and he shook his head, rubbing my jaw with his thumb.

    “Do you honestly think after all we’ve been through these last few days, that I would leave you?” he asked and I let him wipe away my tears.

    “You’ve left me before,” I cried out and looked down, making him scoot closer to me. “I can’t let that happen again.”

    “Then don’t let it happen again,” he got closer to me and I buried my head in his chest as he rubbed my back, “I won’t ever leave you.”

    “I sure hope not,” I huffed and he made me look at him.

    “So, how about that proposal again?” he smiled once more and I swallowed. “I mean it. When we run away together, it will be like the two of us are the only ones alive. But baby,” he faced me and ran his fingers through his hair, “That’s what I feel like when I’m around you. And when I’m away from you I go a little crazy, me. I can’t stand to be away from you, Anastasia. You are my life. You are the reason why I am breathing. You are my air…” I teared up again and he wiped them away. “Just think, when we run away together,” he leaned forward and grinned broadly, “It will only be Ana and Harry.”

    My heart sank to my stomach and my mouth dropped. I pulled my hands from his to rub my temples and I stood up from the bed, making him stand up with me. I began to sob. It will always be Ana and Harry, yet you technically cheated on me. It will always be Ana and Harry… Ana and Harry… Penelope and Harry… I cried harder. I put my hands on the wall and rested my forehead on it, breathing hard as my tears frantically fell down my cheeks. I love you, Penelope. Trust me, it’s only Penelope and Harry.