"So where does this leave us now Harry?" Tilda groaned.
They were sat in the kitchen of their shared apartment and Harry had just announced he was going on tour in a month or so.
"What do you mean?" Harry replied.
"What about the wedding. It's meant to be next month and now you tell me you are going on fucking tour!" She snapped.
"We'll work something out. I'll talk to management." Harry groaned, rolling his eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me Harry. You can't just say 'we'll work something out'. I'm supposed to be marrying you in a fucking month, I can't do it if you're not here!" A tear rolled down Tilda's cheek, telling Harry she had had enough of the bullshit he had been putting her through the past few weeks.
Constant lying about going out and if he was or wasn't going on tour with One Direction. They would get one step closer to having the wedding sorted and then he would throw something else in her face to push them off course.
Tilda was no longer okay with it.
Harry walked towards Tilda and wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.
"I just- want to marry you and, if you go on tour I-I can't." Tilda sniffled, burying her head in Harry's chest.
"I want to marry you too. Because I love you and I am so sorry if I have been being a dick to you." Harry sighed, stroking a hand over her hair.
"I love you too." She smiled, pecking him on the cheek.
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this took me legit five minutes to write woo and it is nearly 2am. i go back to school soon pls shoot me ugh
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