Long, Romantic, Harry Styles Imagine.

'Harry, where are you taking me?' you giggle, holding your arms out in front of you,  making sure that you don't bump into anything.

'It's a surprise,' Harry answers.

'Oh yeah, I forgot that that's the reason for you blindfolding me,' you mutter, sarcastically.

'Sshh, we're almost there.'

You sigh and mumble, 'alright.'

'Harry?'

'Not now babe, we're here,' Harry responds, giggling cutely in your left ear. 'One, two, three, and take off the blindfold.' Harry takes a small step back and watches as your eyes make contact with the beautiful view ahead. Right in front of your eyes is a gorgeous, white sand beach. The clear, blue waves are gently folding over one another and the pretty, orange sunset is shining directly at you. On your right is a small, round, vintage table and two white, patterned chairs stood either side. On the table sits a vase of big, red roses and a card.

'Harry, did you... d-did you do all of this on your own?' Harry nods his head and shows you a huge, cheeky grin. 'And you did it all for me?'

'Of course. (Y/N)' you're my princess, my world, my everything. I love you with all my heart.' Harry gently takes your miniature, soft hands and plants a sweet, wet kiss on your sorbet pink lips. 'So how is it? You like it, right?'

'Haz, I love it,' you gasp, curling your glossy, plump lips into a smile of joy.

'Then what are we waiting for? Come on.' Harry begins walking over to the table for two, pulling you along with him.

As you approach the table, Harry polity pulls your chair out for you and kisses your rosy, red cheek. He then sits opposite you and points to the pretty, pink envelope with this eyes. You smirk and slowly swipe the card off of the table, digging your thumb into the corner to open it. You slowly slide your thumb across the paper and flip up the seal flap, revealing a plain, white card. You glance over to Harry who is leaning over the table smirking in anticipation and you yank the card out of it's home. Just as you're about to open the card, a loud, irritating noise trespasses your fragile eardrums.

'What's that noise?' you ask, dropping the card onto the table in order to use your hands to cover your ears.

'Why don't you take a look?' Harry whispers, winking at you before twisting his neck to the side towards the sea.

You copy your boyfriends action and gasp in shock as a speed boat with 'Will you marry me, (Y/N)?' written across the giant, pure white sail rapidly flies along the sea front. You glance up at Harry who is now standing next to where you're sitting and you nervously point to yourself. Harry nods his full head of curls and offers you his hand. Without hesitation, you take Harry's hand and allow him to pull you up onto your feet. As the speed boat gradually comes to a stop, Harry gets down on one knee, pulls a small, purple box out from his pocket and opens it carefully, revealing a stunning, shiny, gold engagement ring. He stares up at you, putting on his best set of cute, puppy dog eyes and whispers, 'So will you, (Y/N)? Will you marry me?'

You giggle and nod your head, replying, 'There's nothing in this world that I'd rather do.' A priceless look of happiness and relief appears on Harry's face. He gets up off of the warm, sandy ground and picks you up, twirling you around and squeezing you tightly as onlookers cheer. 'I love you so much, Haz,' you say, struggling to be heard due to shock.

'I love you too beautiful, I love you too.' Harry makes solid eye contact with you and softly bites his lip, forcing his sweet lips upon yours.

'I thought you'd never ask,' you joke as you return to the table. 

'I'd be stupid not to ask,' laughs Harry.

'Haz, what's in the card?' you ask, curiously.

'Why don't you open it and see for yourself.'

A small, clueless smirk grows on your face and you grab the card from the table, unaware of the tickets inside. Suddenly, two, unfamiliar tickets fall out of the card, onto the ground. 'Harry?' you mumble, giving him a slight look of confusion. You crouch down and pick the tickets up. As you flip them over to finally find out what they're for, you read the word 'Ibiza' and straight away, you know exactly what the purpose of the tickets are. 'Is-is this what I think it is?' you stutter. 'Are we having our wedding on a beach in Ibiza?'

Harry grins, showing his perfect, shiny, white teeth off. 'You're gonna get your dream wedding.'

'H-how did you know that I wanted to get married on a beach in Ibiza?' you whisper.

'Don't you remember? You told me on our first date,' Harry replies, slowly shuffling closer to you.

'You remembered? '

'How could I forget?'

'Harry, do you understand how amazing you are?' You shed a tear of joy and fall into your fiances arms, laughing uncontrollably with happiness.

'Harry gently pokes your hair behind your ears and says, 'You broke my scale a long time ago.' His leaf green eyes stare deeply into yours and your lips softly press against each others.