I Won't Give Up

The Baby Needs Sleep; So Stuborn (30)

A/N: final chapter <3 I dunno about the epilogue. (,: this has over 900 reads and I think I'm gonna die.  So thank you guys for killing me <3

-Taylor <3

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It's Christmas morning and Harry and I are leaving today. We've been here for a week, and it has probably been one of the best weeks of my life. Monday night we didn't do much, but Harry took me out to a dock with colorful Christmas lights around the edge, and we sat there, and talked. Tuesday I went Christmas shopping with his sister, while he stayed home with his mom

Harry's mom Anne, woke us up around 7, causing Harry to whine, "It's too early mom! The baby needs to sleep." She just laughed.

When we went into the living room, it took about an hour of Harry teasing his sister, and opening the presents they got each other before Harry joined me and his mom on the couch.  Anne handed me a box with blue wrapping paper on it, "You didn't have to," I say.

She nods, "Yes I did." Her and Harry share a weird look. I tear the paper revealing a small perfume set. I give her a hug, mumbling a "Thank you."

After that Harry and I went down the hall to start packing, well I packed last night, I just had to put my toothbrush and the other stuff I had to use this morning. Harry laughed at me while I was trying to fold some of his shirts up.

"Babe, it'll be fine," he reassures me.

"But if they're all piled up like that then the thing won't close," I argue.

He moves from lying on the bed to sitting on his knees behind his suitcase, "It closed on the way here."

I couldn't help but laugh, and hit him in the chest. He falls backwards, acting like I stabbed him. "You're ridiculous," I laugh.

He sits back up on his knees, "You my darling, don't even know the half of it."

I laugh again, and he smiles. He digs through a pocket in his suitcase before pulling out a red envelope, "I know we were going to wait until we got home, so we could be with your parents, and Amanda all of that, put it's just the card, so it doesn't count," he says.

He hands me the card, and I open it. It had a Christmas tree on the front of it.

"I know i misbehaved

And you made your mistakes

And we both still got room left to grow

And though love sometimes hurts

I still put you first

And we'll make this thing work"

Merry Christmas Love,

- Harry

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When we got home Harry wouldn't even let me carry my purse.

"It doesn't even weigh a pound!" I argue.

He just shrugs his shoulders with an amused smile. "When are your parents going to be here?" he asks.

I shrug my shoulders mocking him. He laughs.

I try to act mad at him but I fail when he smiles at me.

"Why can't I carry it?" I ask as he pulls the suitcases out of the back.

He sighs, and hands it to me. "Thank you," I say.

"Mm-hmm," he mumbles kissing the side of my head.

"Are you mad?" I ask following him up the stairs.

He shakes his head, I laugh, "You're mad!"

He opens the front door and lets me go in first, I go into the kitchen and pull out two mugs about to make coffee. He sets the bags down by the door and stands next to me in the kitchen. His back rested against the counter, and I pressed my hands down on the counter top. I look up at him, "Don't be mad."

He lets out a breath before looking down at me, "I'm not mad, I just want to take care of you." He laughs to himself, "But your just so stubborn, and you make it so hard sometimes. You make it hard to see why I want to stick around, but then you look at me with those pretty, innocent eyes, and I realize how much I love you, and I can't really explain why I love you, all I know is that I love you."

*March*

One month, that's how long Harry and I have been considered parents. One year since Harry and I have been together. Skylar is at my parents house, so me and Harry can be alone today. We walked through the park, the cool air blowing my hair kind of crazy. When we stopped Harry sat down under a tree and I sat next to him. My head rested on his shoulder, he kissed the side of my head.

"I can't believe you've put up with me for a year," I say.

He lightly laughs, "I could always make a run for it."

I glare at him, and he laughs again, "I'm kidding baby."

"I know," I say. "You'd miss me too much."

He smiles at me, "You got that right."

I place a kiss to his covered chest. We sit there in silence, for a while. "I love you," I say feeling like I needed to tell him.

"I love you more," he says.

I sit up and throw my legs over his lap, "We are not doing that."

He pulls me closer to him, "I do."

"Mm-hmm."

I press my forehead against his, his eyes flick down to my lips, "I really want to kiss you," he whispers. I smile before he smashes his lips onto mine. I smile against his lips.

"Marry me," he mumbles against my lips.

I pull away from him, and stare at him for a minute, "W-what?"

"Will you marry me Jess?"