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The Proposal

Virginie's Point Of View

December 9th

I look at him kneel on the ground.  He pulls the box of our memories from under my bed and I can't help but to lean over the edge of the bed to look at what he is doing down there.  I don't know what he might be looking for, but I just want to make sure he doesn't fold the letters he gave me.  That's something I will have to remember, reading those letters and the one he sent me here.

He takes out my dress and without glancing at me he orders me to wear it to diner.  Yes boss!  I can't help but to smile and think how happy he actually got me to be after this dramatic day. 

Argh!

Why couldn't my family be open and normal.  They are not like that usually.  What changed since I left?  I mean, my parents could have told me about Mark and Bie.  Maybe I wouldn't have behaved the way I did if I would have had at least a heads up.  Maybe...  Well, I wouldn't have been blindsided.

I still can't believe it.  I mean, I hope he is happy and he must be.  But out of billions of men in the world, she has to go after my best friends?  I hope they are happy and that she goes for the men she wants and not because they are close to me.

My attention is brought back to Harry that closes the box and pushes it under my bed where it belongs.  He steps closer to the edge of the bed, still on one knee.  Why would he have wanted something in my box?  What is it?

He holds what he was looking for in his hand.  He keeps it tightly closed, his palm faces the ceiling.  I hear him sigh loudly, so I stop staring at his hand with curiosity and look up into his beautiful calming greeny eyes.  He looks right back at me and open his mouth to speak, but stops himself.

I frown and pay more attention to his behaviour.  Is something wrong? 

"Gyns?  I get that, a few days ago, you hated me and you wanted to have nothing to do with me..."  He lets out softly, an heartbreaking sorry look on his face.

It's hard to believe that I did.  I don't know if hate is the right word, even if I might have said it a few times, but I can't deny that I really didn't want to have nothing to do with him. 

"But I got to know you differently this time.  I think you got to know me differently too.  You know I love you, but, I think, you've actually seen me prove it to you as well."  He says and I don't get why he is being so intense right now.

This whole picture is a bit awkward.  He is kneeling on the floor with only a towel hanging for hips.  Oh my...  His hair stands wild on his head.  I'm sitting on my bed wearing only the shirt he had on today that he threw on me quickly. It still smells exceptional. I just had a major fight with my sister, to which he was present.  It made me feel very ashamed to be confronted that way, and mostly judged, when Harry is nothing else than being incredibly kind and loving with my family (and everyone in general).  So, the mood isn't the best, but, somehow, he makes it work.

"But I am not done proving it to you.  I want to prove my love everyday..."

My mood drops.  It isn't awkward anymore.  The only thing awkward is the fine line between being excited and being freaked out by what I'm witnessing in front of me. 

I'm staring blankly at him.  The struggle in my emotions is affecting my face as well.  It takes everything in me not to interrupt his speech to ask him what he is doing.  But, by the time my head catches on with his words instead of what he is doing, my face lights up as he smiles at me.