Mr Styles 007

chapter 3

HELLO IM UPDATING AGAIN'

I HAVE SO MUCH IDEAS.

HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER

THE GREATEST SHOW IN THE UNIVERSE...

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Harry eyed his handsome date in front of him. It has been a crazy five months of courtship. They had their highs and their lows. They often spent weeks apart without contacts due to Harry's job. But Niall didn't mind, he had already fallen deep in love the man. 

After three months of hiding his feelings from Niall, Harry finally manned up and confessed his love for the man after returning back from a mission in Ukraine. It was just something about being in a middle of a gun fight and knowing you could be dead at any second really does push you to pursue what you want in life. All he could think about at that moment was Niall. Niall's smile. Him telling Harry about his day at the shop. Harry wanted so bad to be with him.

And at that moment, Harry knew he wanted to be with Niall for the rest of his life.

The man could not ask for anyone better.  

Harry listened on as Niall talked, Harry looked calm waist up, but underneath the table was a completely different story.

He was nervous to his knees.

He had already met Niall's family who had accepted him as their own. Harry reminisced the day he met Niall's parents for lunch and asked their permission to ask their son for his hand in marriage. Maura and Bobby shed tears of joy, extremely delighted to gain another son in their family. 

The only thing they asked from him was at least five grand kids.

Harry gulped, FIVE!

Five curly haired blonde kids, or brown haired kids...with blue or green eyes, calling him daddy...daddy.

He would really love that.

"Harry, are you alright?" asked Niall.

"You look a little, umm... dazed."

Harry shook his head and pointed a finger to himself, "Me?"

Niall nodded, "I honestly think this restaurant is too over price babe. Come on! A bloody pint for twenty five euros, I can give you decent pint for a quarter of that price at Horan's."

"Luckily the place looks nice. Probably would be nicer if you have a drunk pooping all over that pretentious marble fountain they have at the entrance."

Harry laughed.

Niall wasn't the type to like expensive things. He'd rather eat at a small place with crappy good food than any posh restaurant any day. Not once when the couple dated did he ever asked for anything. Sometimes, Niall would text him over the phone to make a turn to his pub before heading to work, and he would pack him some home cooked meal.

Harry really liked that.

And he really liked Niall.

Harry could not tear his eyes away from Niall.

He was the most beautiful man he'd ever laid his eyes on, even dressed in a simple white shirt looked heavenly on him. Harry did noticed the countless stares his boyfriend got when he entered the room. They shouldn't be starring at Niall, his baby was his and his alone!

Harry could feel his heartbeat in his ears, his palms were sweaty, knees weak and arms were heavy. He never felt this nervous in his life. 

Niall kept blabbing away about a funny story he heard in the pub today. Harry could not even string two sentences together anymore.

"Niall, marry me?".

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HASHTAG HONEY

HASHTAG HONEY

HASTAG HONEY. SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN REALLY SOON