I Married The Millonaire

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-Harrison POV-

Im sat in Ameilia's living room, dumbstruck at the conversation that we have just had. I have a second to do this her question radiating through my head.

"So you going to ask it then. The question proberly." She looked at me with no expression, I looked up so many thought, I have no opportunities to think about it. Now or never.

"Ameilia Davis, Will you marry me?"

She looked at me, butterflies in my stomach, most likely in her stomach and now I have to wait for her answer.

"Yes" she replied back. I just asked someone to marry me even though it is fake and to please my dad is this how people are meant to feel when someone asks someone to marry them. "Stay on the couch, you cant move."

"Thank you." She walked out of the room and to what I suppose is her room.

When I knew she was in her room I grumbled and walked to the fireplace, old photos that looked like a young Ameilia with what must be her late parents on various vacations and photos in the park. Her long curly brown hair, brown eyes and the falling leaves make her look like a modelsl. She looked so happy, walking sideways a little, images of her with her little sister Billie when she was a newborn in the hospital and all the way up to her being a little baby then it stopped.

The walls had images of their parents, she must have done this so Billie can remember her parents, I couldnt imagine what it is like to loose a parent let alone two in the same night with a sister so young.

"You should be sitting or laying down." I turned slowly holding my side and stared at her, her hair looks exactly like the hair in the photos, her brown eyes I have just noticed glistening in the light that was coming off the laps in the room. "I brought a pillow and blankets. Sorry it is my little pony they are Billies old blankets."

I sat back down, she placed the pillow on the arm of the couch and then handed me the blanket. It is so wierd, I just asked my assistant to marry me and she agreed. "Should we act like nothing happened... I mean until you tell Billie."

The question perplexed Ameilia, I think she actually forgot that she would have to tell Billie. I looked at her making sure she wouldnt back out of it. "We can tell her later next week. The earlier she know the more time you have to win her over and show she likes you in front of your parents."

That made sense. I have to win her over, she has seen me drunk and babbling while drunk in the office and tonight, all bloody and in pain, it might take it ages but ill try.

We sat and talked about the plan on gow it will work for the next 20 minutes. "Go to bed, you need to be ready to look after your sister tomorrow."

"There is a trip she is going on that why I said that we can talk to her later next week." She stood up frantic. "I need to pack her bags and everything, im normally not like this." I chuckled and stood up.

I followed Ameilia to her protests, and held onto the clothes that Billie needs to take, she also put new toiletries on top as she held some towels.
We went back to the living room, I sat and started to pack Billie's clothes while Ameilia looked in shock then went to Millie's bag to check against it.

"Whose bag is that?" I asked questioning another 10 year old girl bag.

"Her friends, her parents are out of town for a wedding, Millie couldnt go so she staying here."

I nodded then looked at the list that Millie's mum had put in her bag, mentally checking off my list. There was a waterbottle in the backpack, I stood up and walked into the kitchen. This shows I had everything for myself abd handed to myself is that I didnt think houses looked or was this small before.