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19

Harry's POV

Ariana and I walked to my house. I just wanted it to be me and her. I just needed some time to just admire her, without feeling like a doof. I can believe I did it. To think, I was gonna do it when I woke up after the coma. But when I saw her with Niall, I just blew up. But Niall is like a brother.

"Harry?" My fiancé said.

"Yes love."

"Are we too young?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are we too young to get married?" Her words just rambled in my head. Maybe I thought too hard, because Ariana grabbed my shaking face with her white mittens.

"Don't think too much. I would marry you, if we are too young or not."

"Do you think we're too young?" I asked her, hoping she would say no.

"Even though we are young, I accepted it. Because I love you. And that's all that matters." I was right.

"You're all that matters to me." I said. She grabbed my hand, as I felt her small white mitten.

"You have no idea." She said.

"Yeah?" I said.

"I'm in love with the most craziest person ever. Someone with the worst temper. Someone with a lost heart." That hurt.

"And I'm happy. Because I also fell for someone who I'm crazy about. Someone who's temper, goes down as fast as it goes up. Someone who found my heart." She caressed my hand.

I looked up to see something I was hoping for.

"Mistletoe." I said.

I leaned in. I tilted my head, to feel Ariana's plump soft lips attached to mine. I couldn't release. Our lips moved perfectly in sync. I felt both of her mittens on the sides of my cheeks. I aimed for her waist, and succeeded. She pulled away and rested her head on my shoulder. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, as she was sitting on my lap. Her legs were crossed, and on the sides of my right thigh.

"When should we get married?" I asked.

"I don't know."

"Kids?" I asked. She lifted her head up, with her arms still wrapped around my neck.

"Plenty." I had to smile.

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QOTC: How many future kids do you want?

AOTC: 4