Harry Styles Imagines

Proposal (Harry's P.O.V.)

"Seriously? What has been your deal? You've been acting weird all night?" (Y/N) questions me.

Shit. I was hoping my strange behavior would go undetected.

"I think we need to talk."

A startled, confused look comes across her face. She knows what I'm going to say, she can see it in my eyes.

She sits down on the arm rest of the couch.

"What is it Harry?"

I don't say anything for what seems like a long time. Here we go. On the count of 3.

"I don't want you to be my girlfriend anymore."

Her mouth gradually parts until it is gaping open.

"You asshole!" She shouts.

"(Y/N), you h-" she reaches for the remote resting on the couch and throws it at me. I have to duck to avoid it from hitting my head.

"Love, listen to m-"

"You douchebag! I should have expected this from you! I thought you'd changed but I guess not!" Tears have entered her eyes, and are now beginning to spill over.

I cross the room and grab her by the shoulders.

"I don't want you to be my girlfriend a-"

"You already told me that Captain Asshole!"

"(Y/N)! Would you let me talk?" I say covering her lips, finally shutting her up.

She stands in front of me, tears streaming down a furious expression.

"I don't you to be my girlfriend anymore, because I want you to be my wife."

I get on one knee, and pull out a small velvet box.

"Will you marry me (Y/F/N)?"

Author's note

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