Nothing More, Nothing Less (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 39

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MAYA’S P.O.V.

            Harry just asked me to marry him. What?! I wasn’t sure if he was being serious or not. I stared into his eyes, looking for an answer, but he only stared back into mine.

            “What?” I whispered.

            “Marry me Maya,” he whispered back. Was I dreaming this? I felt tears start to form in the corners of my eyes. My emotions were getting the best of me again.

            “Really?” I whispered.

            Harry nodded, “Yes, one hundred percent yes, Maya. I love you and I can’t think of being with anyone else other than you.”

            I bit my lip. I wanted to laugh. Harry Styles really just asked me to marry him.

            “Where’s my ring then?” I whispered smiling.

            His eyes widened, “Um…”

            I laughed. He didn’t have a ring.

            “That’s okay Harry, I promise you we’ll get married. But for now, we’re still boyfriend and girlfriend.”

            “Just so long as you’ll marry me…”

            I nodded, “I will Harry.”

            “Thank you so much Maya,” he whispered smiling. I hugged him around his neck.

            “We’re still boyfriend and girlfriend though, don’t forget that. I’m having fun too,” I smiled and looked up at him.

            “I know babe, I love you so much it hurts. I can’t even think about being with anyone else…”

            I smiled at his honesty. I couldn’t picture myself with anyone else either. It was as if Harry and I were made for each other. No one else could fill my heart the way he did. It was the simplest things too. He would text me every day at work just to tell me that he loved me and he was thinking about me. Also, at night he would sing lines of his songs to me to help me fall asleep. He was really the sweetest guy I’d ever met in my life. He really went to great lengths to get his point across to me too. He asked me to be his girlfriend in front of thousands of screaming fans. If that doesn’t show he loves me, then I don’t know what does.

            “Maya Styles…” I whispered. It sounded different. It sounded right.

            “I love it,” Harry whispered into the darkness of his room.

            “Me too,” I replied smiling, “I love it so much.”

           

            So, Harry and I were going to get married. I went back to the first time I met him. I stood in the hallway in front of his apartment holding out my hand, introducing myself. We got to know each other and I ended up falling head over heels for him. The huge international pop star, Harry Styles. The guy who had millions of girls chasing after him. He loved me back. Now, we promised each other we were going to get married in the future. I must be in some other world where everything goes my way, kind of like in that movie where the girl walks into the wardrobe and ends up in a totally different world. Only my world would be where everything happens in my favor. This couldn’t be real. Harry Styles did not just ask me to marry him. No. He couldn’t have. Who was I? A normal girl from New Jersey who now lives in New York. I was never supposed to meet Harry. I would eventually find my way back to the real world and find out my whole life with him was all just a dream; a figment of my imagination. I just wanted all this to happen. None of it was actually real. Harry Styles did not love me and we were not going to get married.

            The thing was it all was real. Every single part of it. I wasn’t dreaming. If I were to be dreaming, I’d be sleeping next to Harry and wake up in the morning to find him where I left him the night before. We never left each other’s side at night. We were always next to each other.

            The next morning, I woke up curled into Harry’s arms. His chin was resting on the top of my head and both our breathing was evened out with each other’s. My eyes slowly opened and I inhaled his slight vanilla and cologne scent that I loved so much. I could stay here in his arms for the rest of my life and be the happiest person in the world. We didn’t have to move. We could just lay here and forget about everything else in the world. Forget about the paparazzi, the fans; everything. Nothing else would matter because it’d only be me and Harry.

            I kissed him under his ear and he stirred in his sleep and his eyes slowly opened. His green eyes looked into mine and I smiled.

            “Morning,” I whispered. He pulled me closer to him.

            “I love you,” he said.

            “I love you more,” I replied smiling. I put of arms around his neck and hugged him. We laid back on the bed and kept our arms around each other. Harry softly rubbed my side as I nuzzled my head in his chest. There was no denying that I needed Harry in my life.