ever since new york- [HARRY STYLES]

fourty-eight| right here, right now

FOURTY-EIGHT

"HARRY, DO YOU KNOW WHAT ASHLEY MEANT BY GOING THROUGH THIS DIFFICULT TIME?" Destiny Young asks her boyfriend as he drives down the LA freeway after a long vacation back home where the two grew up. "She's making it seem like I'm dying or some shit like that."

Harry chuckles in her direction, grabbing her hand from her thigh. "Love, she's your best friend, ask her." It was strange, the two females relationship. Ashley liked to tease her every chance she gets, while Destiny would act dumb and have no clue on what's going on. Harry, being the boyfriend he is, would think it's cute on how Destiny could spend twenty minutes trying to figure out what her best friend meant. "Maybe she was referring to your father?"

That causes the brunette to sigh, shrugging her shoulders at the statement. "Probably did, honestly." She mumbles, laying her head against the window. "I wonder how he's doing."

"You could always call your mum and ask her, Goose."

Destiny nods her head, "I will in the morning, I'm exhausted. Can you turn on the radio? I want to listen to some Christmas shit."

"Des, you're Jewish. Since when do you want to listen to Christmas songs?"

The actress shoots him a glare, "Are you going to talk back to me, Mr Styles? I will return your present I have wrapped for you."

And with that, the radio was turned on without question. Christmas music blasted through the speakers, while Harry drove to the sound of his girlfriend humming along to the radio. In that moment, he wouldn't have it any other way.

He never would want to experience a day without her, because his life was hell before she was officially his.

"Destiny.." Harry whispers after a while, glancing over to her side to see her staring at him with a small smile. "I love you."

His girlfriend chuckles at him, reaching over and kissing his cheek softly. "And I love you, Harold." She did. She loves him with every ounce in her body. She loves him more than the day before and it only keeps going. It's almost as if it's suffocating her.

Randomly, Harry pulls over on a side road and runs a hand through his hair. Destiny looks at him with her eyebrows raised, reaching her hand out and cupping his cheek with it. He leans against it, kissing it softly.

Finally, he looks at her with a small smile, pulling her closely to him. "I want to marry you, Destiny Young." He tells her honestly, wrapping his hand tightly in hers. "I want to come home and see you cooking for our family, even though you are a terrible cook. I want to call you Destiny Styles every chance I get, and most importantly, I want to love you for the end of time. I want you for the rest of my life, Goose, because you are it. You are my future, and I can't live without you."

Silence followed Harry's statement, while Destiny stared off into his eyes searching them with the words she should say next. Her heart was racing, and her mind was set. Looking at him in this light, she knew where she needed to be for the rest of time. Right here, in his arms.

"I want to marry you too, Harry Styles. I don't want a big fancy wedding where everyone gathers around just for a day. I want us, in a room, with a judge, telling him that we are in love with one another and we want our love to be legally bonding. I want us, and I don't need anybody else. You are my everything, and I want to give you everything."

Harry laughs, tears filling in both of their eyes as they both looked at each other. "So it's settled, we are actually going to do this. We are actually going to get married."

"Harry, we are getting fucking married." Destiny whispered, before climbing over to him and softly kisses his lips celebrating the fact that she will get to do that for the rest of her life.

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SORRY ITS SHORT BUT ITS SAPPY SO WHAT THE HECK

love always,

jamiewrites3