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Curly Nights (Harry Short Story 4 Valentine)

"Your not marrying her" my dad's voice ringed in my ears.

I love dad but I love Megan as well. Tonight is valentines and to night I'm going to ask for her hand in marriage.

I was going to marry her anyway. I turned up Magic's song rude, and drove over to my girlfriends soon to be fiancé's house. We were going to spend the day the beach. I handed her some red roses, and a light kiss on her lips. Laughing and thanking me I pulled her towards the car.

We got in she chatted all the way. I felt so romantic, so enlightened, I loved Megan, I always knew that. Splashing beside the beach was a great way to spend the day, the waves lapped into shore, the sun overhead beat down pressing our backs into the warm sand. We ate strawberries and chocolate and we just enjoyed being with each other.

We were going to my parents tonight, Megan's parents has been invited over so no matter what dad thought about me and Megan it was going to happen tonight, I was just going to ask.

The fairy lights dangled over head, the stars twinkled and it was dark. Megan clutched my arm, smiling.

My Dad got up on stage and thanked us for all coming.

I made my way through the crowd of family and friends, I left Megan behind in the crowd chatting to my sister.

I stood up on stage beside my Dad took the mic and held it to my lips.

"Megan Rosalie Peterson" I spoke clearly.

I saw her head lift in the crowd, her eyes trained on me.

"I love you, its seems the best night to do this, will you marry me?" I asked. I watched her response a slight nod, and wide grin.

"MY son has gone mad" My Dad told the crowd taking back the mic.

"Don't ruin the moment Des" I heard my Mum yell.

"He's not marrying Megan" Dad told everyone, and no doubt Megan's parents heard.

I saw her being tugged along.

"Megan" I called "I meant it I love you, will you marry me?"

"yessss" her voice was captured by the wind, and I was more then determined to get to her, to hold her, to kiss her, promise her our lives would be together.

I got to her, just as her parents started to drive away.

"I meant it Mr and Mrs Peterson" I said to there closed car window.

The window winded down.

"Really?" asked Megan's Mum.

I nodded "please let me talk to Megan"

The car slowed and the back door popped open, she bounded into my open arms, as I lead her away from the messy confusing night.

"I want you to be my Mrs" I say to her.

"I want you to be my husband" she spoke, our lips connected "I thought you didn't mean it"

"I meant it, was just one of those nights a curly night" I spoke.

"Like your hair" she joked and we kissed beneath the stars once more.