One Direction Preferences

#119 He's a vampire: Harry

The cold London air filled your lungs, making it hard and painful for you to breathe. Sighing, you leaned against the railing and looked out at the beautiful city lights in front of you. Smiling, you smelled the familiar nostalgic combination of coffee and rain, a scent that'll always remind you of your childhood years. As you became lost in reminiscing a sudden cold breeze blew by, blowing your hair to the side with it. He's here. You knew he'd come around. You turned to face your back to the railing and were all of a sudden face to face with Harry. Happiness flooded your body as he took you into a tight hug. He pushed some strands of your hair to the side and tilted your chin so that you could look up into his eyes. "Don't you have a show tonight?" You asked, stuffing your hands down into your jacket pockets to keep them warm. He laughed and shook his head. "Soo, subject change yeah? How's London so far?" He asked with a smile. You appreciated the fact that he remembered you'd be in London today. What with all the shows and signings coming up, you hadn't expected him to remember something so small. "I met a reeealllyy hot guy in the coffee shop today." His eyebrow cocked at the mention of this 'hot guy'. Giggling at his reaction, you took out your phone to show him a selfie of the two of you from a few weeks back and he sighed from relief before chuckling at your little trick you'd just pulled on him. "Looks like I've got some competition." He said with a smirk. "It would seem so...Better be careful, I might leave you for him." You fake warned him as you locked your phone and placed it back in your pocket. "You wouldn't dare Mrs. Styles." He threatened with a tight grin, kissing you on the neck, making you giggle as his curls tickled the underside of your chin. "Who's Mrs. Styles? I don't believe I've heard of her. Do you have a wife, Mr. Styles?" You played dumb, teasing him further. "Yea, I do actually. She's beautiful too. She looks..a bit..like..this." He said, struggling to pull out his phone from his right jean pocket. He raised up his phone to show you the picture of you he'd set as his lockscreen. You couldn't help but roll your eyes and laugh at how cheesy the two of you were. You stopped joking, exhausted from the laughter. Once the both of you stopped playing around you asked, "If I married you, would you do something for me?" "Anything." He answered, fondly stroking your cheek. The softness of his touch made butterflies swarm inside your stomach. You gave him a wide smile before returning your gaze to the city lights. "Will you...change me?" You shyly asked, trailing off on the last bit. You gave him a hopeful glance and bit down on your bottom lip. He hesitated for a minute or so before sighing heavily. "It's fine if you don't want to." You assured him with a smile. He remained silent and expressionless for a few more moments before placing his hand under your chin and leaning down to your neck, making you shiver, before he slowly brushed his face up to your ear. "When we're married.." He started to whisper before he kissed your cheek lightly, "I'll change you myself." He finished as he grabbed your waist and placed his forehead against yours. Wait..WHAT?! You couldn't elusive he actually agreed to it. You quickly nodded with a smile and thanked him for his decision before he started to question your silence.