Harry Styles Imagines

05 - Playful

PERSONAL IMAGINE

PLAYFUL

 "Harry, give me the remote!"

 "Nope."

 "But I don't like this movie," I complain and stretch my arms out while I lie on Harry's stomach, "You know, I can't watch scary movies."

 "It's only Paranormal Activity. That's not even scary."

 "Remember when we watched the third movie and you had to cover the mirror in our bedroom?" I remind him and Harry nods but still doesn't give me the remote, instead he only lowers the volume so I don't have to hear the scary music.

 I slide down a bit and bury my head in his sweater as Harry's finger stroke through my hair. His other hand, which holds the remote, rests on my lower back. When Harry's breathing is slower I snatch the remote away from him and crawl into the other corner of our couch, quickly changing the channel.

 "Paula!" Harry exclaims laughing and pulls at my feet to get me closer to him again. He crawls on top of me and his fingers start tickling my side. A loud screech escapes my lips and I hear Harry laughing.

 I wiggle under his touch, trying to escape him but every time he pulls me back under him. The remote is still under my back and my fingers are tightly wrapped around it.

 "Stop tickling me, idiot."

 "I'm not an idiot." He pouts and his head leans down, kissing me all over my face.

 "You are!"

 "You love me, though?" Harry asks and lifts his head to stare down at me. His green eyes hold a softer expression, full with love, ready to pull me even deeper in everything I already feel for him.

 "Yes." I giggle and Harry beams happily. His mouth traces along the line of my neck and up to my ear.

 "Marry me, Paula." Harry whispers and then places a kiss underneath my ear. I giggle and push his head away, my fingers gripping his mop of curls.

 "Don't laugh at me," He says, still hovering above me, "You make me happy."

 "Stop joking around, Harry." I reply and roll my eyes at him. He only ruined the good mood with this sentence. Of course, I want to marry him so it only hurts more when he makes a joke out of it.

 "I'm not joking, baby." Harry explains and gets off me to kneel on one knee in front of the couch. He pulls a little box out of his pocket and opens it. A little silver ring shimmers right in front of me. This is the moment where I realize: 

Harry is not joking around.

 "Paula, I know this isn't the proposal you probably expected or wanted but why should we wait? Why should I wait to tell you that I want to show everyone that we belong with each other? I, um, I had something planned what I wanted to say but now...it's all gone," Harry mumbles the last part and I giggle, sitting straight up on the couch, "I could try to tell you how much you mean to me, how much I love you but we would sit here for ages.

 But I can tell you that no one has ever made me as happy as you make me. You managed to light up my rooms from the very first second I laid eyes on you. You are everything I want, and more. I wished for something great but you are better than everything I ever wanted. And now I'm asking you. Will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife and making me the happiest man on earth?"

 "Harry..." I say, trying to hold back the tears that were forming throughout his little speech. Without saying something I sling my arms around his neck and kiss him, making him fall onto his back, with me on top of him. I can feel Harry smiling in our kiss.

 "Yes, of course, I want to." I say exuberantly happy. I pull my lips away to stare at the handsome man underneath me. Harry takes my hand in his and puts the engagement ring on my ring finger.

 "I love you with all my heart, Paula." Harry whispers and presses a kiss onto the ring.