61 - Airports

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by dearharold

by dearharold

AIRPORTS

Harry comes back into the huge waiting room of our gate with two coffee's in his hands. He has his hair hidden underneath a green beanie and is dressed in a white shirt. Dark circles are underneath his eyes and I can tell from a decent distance that he needs to sleep.

Tired, he plops down on one of the chair next to me and hands me my coffee. Boarding starts in about an hour and all this time we have to wait in this room. It is only three o'clock in the morning.

"I've never been so tired." Harry mumbles and slides down in his chair, taking a sip from his hot coffee. He yawns loudly. I put my book aside and look at him.

Harry has his eyes closed and his head rests on the back rest of the chair, "And it's cold." He continues to complain. I can see the goose bumps on his bare arms.

"Go to sleep then," I suggest and nudge his shoulder, "It's still gonna take an hour until we can enter the plane."

"But it's so uncomfortable." Harry whines and turns his head to me, opening his eyes.

I laugh, "You complain so much when you're tired."

"Maybe I just wanna cuddle." Harry hints and grins sleepily at me. Suddenly he moves around. Handing me his coffee to place it on the empty chair beside me, he moves around until he can stretch out his legs out and rest his head in my lap.

"That doesn't look very comfortable, to be honest." I point out, giggling and study his facial features. His well-shaped, pink lips and his deep green eyes, his strong jawline and his cheek bones. Too soon, he closes his eyes and therefore hides his beautiful green eyes from me.

"It is, though," Harry replies and yawns once again, "Can I ask you something, Y/N?"

"Sure, everything." I shrug and take my phone out of my bag. Harry crosses his arms in front of his chest and his hands rub up and down his arms in an attempt to warm him up. Harry opens his eyes again and then decides to just take my jacket, which hung over the back rest of one of the chairs, and use it as a blanket.

"Would you marry me, Y/N?"

His question caught me off guard. Of course, I was playing with the thought of becoming his wife at some point but it was just a thought, a not very serious thought.

"I'm sorry if I scared you with this question or...I was just thinking, you know. About you and how much I love you and I was thinking about our future and this just...I don't even know." Harry rambles.

My fingers stop playing with the one strand of his curly hair by his ear. It is twirled around my finger but Harry takes my hands from his face and intertwines them with his.

"I mean, after all we're flying to Las Vegas, you know." Harry tells me and wiggles with his eyebrows cheekily.

"Is that a proposal, Harry Styles?"

"No," He answers, "Not yet. Be careful in the future."

"Why?"

"I might turn this little notion into reality," Harry grins, "But you haven't answered me. Would you even marry me?"

"If I answer this now, it'd take all the suspense from when you actually propose to me, wouldn't it?" I tease him and see him puckering his lips. I lean down and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

"It'd give me some safety. I don't wanna be dumped by you." Harry tells me and I roll my eyes. As if the answer isn't obvious to everyone.

"I love you, Harry, I'm not gonna dump you."

"So is that a yes?"

"It certainly isn't a no." I tell him and Harry smiles satisfied before he yawns. He cuddles into the sweater I'm wearing and places a kiss on the back of my hand.

"I love you, too, Y/N." Harry mumbles before he drifts off into a little slumber.

idk how to feel about this one. It sounded a lot better in my head.

And I'm so sorry I didn't update for so long, It's just I couldn't find like any inspiration and I mean you see now what kinda crap came out of the end.

I hope you comment and vote tho x

I love you guys so much and thanks for just everything! You guys are the best!