heavenly [t.holland - 2]

twenty nine

I N  R E A L  L I F E

in harper and tom's apartment

"Tom? You home?" Harper called as she locked the door behind her after entering. When she entered the kitchen, she saw tiny tea-lights lining the hallway leading to their shared bedroom. Red rose petals littered the floor, and she followed them with a smirk, shrugging out of her denim jacket.

She stepped out of her shoes while walking. "Tommy?" She said, and heard his muffled voice shout, "In here!" from the bedroom.

Expecting something very different, Harper opened the door and stepped inside, to find Tom kneeling down on one knee, a small black box in his hand and a wide grin on his face.

"Hi," he squeaked.

She looked at him with raised eyebrows, heart racing. "What are you doing, Tommy?" She questioned, and her voice was an octave higher than usual.

He gulped. "Okay, I'm going to say some shit, and you can't interrupt me. I need to get it out before I throw up." She nodded silently and he took it as a sign to continue.

"I'm so fucking in love with you, Harper, but you already know that. I've been in love with you for nearly as long as I've known you.

"You're so beautiful, and not just physically. I mean- damnit -you're physically beautiful, definitely, but your heart is beautiful, too. You're sweet, and funny, and loving, and so damn smart, and I'm sure that you're smarter than me. There's not a doubt in my mind that I'll love you forever, and even if I don't in the same way I do today, I know I'll keep finding new ways to love you."

By then, she was shaking, silently crying, and stepped closer to him. She reached her hand out to him, and he grabbed it with his own free hand.

"And I know you told me not to propose, but, fuck, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, if you'll have me. And God, I hope you'll have me. So...

"Will you marry me, Harper Lynn Finley?"