Stuck : A One Direction Fan Fiction

Part 50 : Final

Part 50 : Final

It’s the most wonderful time of the year, for real thus time.  No bah humbugs for me this year.  I can’t believe how different Christmas will be this year from last year.  Last year I was on my own and this year my family will be here.  Harry and I decided that since we are living together we would throw a party for both of our families to meet and get to know each other.  We have flown my mom and dad out.  I am so excited to see them.

It’s Christmas Eve.  Thinking back to a year ago today I was getting drunk and getting accused of cheating.  Harry’s mom, step-dad, and sister are already here and my mom and dad are in a taxi on their way here now.  Harry is getting the food ready and I’m waiting anxiously in the doorway for my parents to arrive.

As the taxi pulls up I’m already running out to meet them on the road.  My mom barely gets out of the car and I give her the biggest hug.  I run around to the  other side and hug my dad.  I feel so amazing that they are here and they can see my house and London and see for themselves that I am ok.  Of course we exchange hellos and I just babble to them about how happy I am they’re here as I help them carry their luggage in.

I know my mom has met Harry and she loves him but my dad hasn’t met Harry yet and I’m worried what he will think.  After my last relationship ended like it did he’s been very protective of me and apprehensive to let any one else in.  We walk up the front stairs and Harry meets us in the doorway.  “Mum!” he shouts out and gives my mom a hug.  We walk into the house.  Harry looks at my dad and extends his hand to shake it, “it’s nice to finally meet you.”

My dad shakes Harry’s hand back.  “You too, Harry.” He looks around the living room.  “Nice place you’ve got here.”

“Thank you, dad.” I help Harry bring my parents luggage into the spare room and we go back downstairs to find that Harry’s mom and step-dad have already introduced themselves and they all seem to be getting along.  We watch a bit from the top of the stairs before going down to join them.

It doesn’t take long before the boys and their families show up, minus Niall, he’s gone home for the holidays.  We wanted everyone to come over to celebrate today and tomorrow will just be mine and Harry’s families.  Everyone gets along so well and it’s such a good time.  The party goes will into the night.  It seems that Harry has impressed my dad so I’m thankful for that.  I’ve gone to bed but Harry has stayed downstairs playing poker with the men.  I fall asleep to their laughter.

I’m not ready to wake up but he’s shaking me.  Why is he shaking me?  I squint over to the clock. It’s 7am on Christmas morning.  I should still be sleeping.  “I want to take you somewhere before everyone wakes up,” he says as he pulls the blankets off me.

I just look at him with my tired eyes.  He kisses me on my nose.  I sigh and get dressed only because he seems really excited for some reason.  I can’t believe he wants to sneak out on Christmas morning.

We creep down the stairs and quickly run out the door and to my car.  He gets in the driver’s seat and I get in on the passenger’s side.  He takes a bandana put of his pocket and without saying anything wraps it around my head.  We don’t drive too long until we stop.  He gets out and helps me out of the car.  “Can I take this off now?” I put my hands up to pull the bandana down but he stops my hands with his hands.

“Not yet,” he scolds.  He takes hold of my hands and guides me. I can’t see a thing but I can feel uneven ground under my feet.  We get to where he wants to take me and he untied the bandana.  We are at the lake in the woods and the sun is just beginning to rise.

I sit down on the stump that we shared the last time we were here.  I move over so he could sit but he doesn’t.  He stands in front of me and is just staring.  “What are you doing?” I ask as he continues to look at me with a smile on his face.  He doesn’t say anything but he kneels down on one knee.  “What are you doing?” I repeat with a little more urgency in my voice, starting to get an idea of what’s about to happen.

He reaches down into his pocket and pulls out a little red box.  I feel like it’s all happening in slow motion.  I want to say what are you doing again but nothing comes out.  I put my hands up to my face as my emotions take over.  Is this really about to happen?

He grabs my left hand with his free hand.  “From the moment I met you I knew you were special.  I had to have you in my life.  You make me so happy.  I want to share everything with you.  You love me for me and you make me laugh every day.  I asked your Mum in July and your dad last night and they said it would be ok if I asked you to make me the most lucky man in the world and marry me.  So I just have one more person to ask.  Will you marry me, Amy?”

Tears burst from my eyes as I say yes and wrap my arms around him so tightly.  I can’t believe this is happening.  Every time I have imagined this moment ever since I was a little girl I never imagined it being this perfect.  The sun rising in the London sky and reflecting off the lake.  They make Harry’s eyes sparkle as he starts to tear up with joy.  We pull ourselves together and he puts the ring on my finger.  It’s beautiful.  It fits.  It’s perfect.

I hug and kiss him and we make our way back to my car.  The whole way back I am smiling from ear to ear and so is Harry. I take a picture of it So when the time is right I can tell the world.  We get back to my house and our families are already awake and have made breakfast. I run into the house and yell out, “we’re engaged!” We are surrounded by our family and congratulated.  I can’t wIt to tell everyone I know and everyone I don’t know.  I am engaged to my best friend, Harry.

Fin