Well then.
Suprise!
H-Eloise xoxo
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"-About going to get some cookies from the kitchen?"
I asked them. They both looked at me kind of oddly, then left. Harry took the teddy bear of the table of which I didn't notice before.
I turned back to Harry, smiled at him, then smacked him upside the head.
"Ow!"
"Are you crazy?"
"Slightly."
"Harry this isn't funny." I said smiling. I can't wipe it off my face. I tried, but the muscles wouldn't relax.
Harry, Harry Styles, wanted to marry me. He wanted to wait for me at the end of the isle. He wanted to send the twins off to high school, then college with me. He wanted to grow old with me. He wanted to be old with me.
"It's not. I'm asking you to spend the rest of your life with me. I mean, I'm not sure if you want to. But I'd love to spend the rest of my life with you."
"I... I'm flattered."
He looked me dead in the eyes. I was staring right into his.
"Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?"
"I would, but it's not about me anymore."
"Why not Valerei?"
"I have kids,"
"Oh yeah? I do too. I'm not going to sue you. I promise. I just got frutrated."
"Oh, I see."
"I'm sorry, really, reallly sorry about that."
"That's fine, I guess."
"Sleep on it, and tell me later, if you can't tell me now."
"Sure. But Harry, this isn't no, this isn't yes. I'd love to, trust me. I just also think that you and my kids need to know each other more, and hell, we need to actually go on a date first."
His eyes glinted with with the happiness of a challenge.
"I was expecting this. Can I take a moment to write this down?"
He didn't wait for my permission to pull out a pad of paper and a pen, and started scribbling away.
"So, a few dates, getting on well with your kids, is that it?"
"And Niall's permission."
"Oh." He wrote that down and looked at me funny.
"Really?"
"He's got to be fine with it. He's my best friend. Maybe Liam. But mostly Niall."
"I get it... that's just not going to be possible."
"Yes it is, he's sensible. You just need to prove you're the best."
"Ok. For you Valerie Heloise Thompson, I will try my best to accomplish the impossible."
"Can you not use my middle name? it's terribly embarassing."
"I think it's fucking endearing. I'd call you just that if I didn't love the Name Valerie so much."
"I don't even like the name Valerie that much."
He looked at me flabberghasted.
"How?'
"It's just kinda.. ugly. Plain."
"Most certainly not! Ugh, I'll write a song about your name one day. I could write ten billion albums about you."
"Good to know."
"Seriously. I'm ready."
"Like spongebob?"
"I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready-"
"Shhh, they might hear you."
"What?"
"They love spongebob. It gets dangerous."
He smiled a bit.
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Oh, and Harry?" I said, looking at the ceiling. There it was, a green sprig that made up my mind.
"Yes, dear?"
I leaned in and gave him a kiss. On the lips. I small one, but it lasted 11 seconds.
"Mistletoe." I said, smirking at him, as he obviously was shocked out of his mind.
"How the... wait.. don't you walk away from me! I love you! Valerie!"
Too late. I was stalking off to the kitchen, wiggling my hips back and forth. Not that I really had nice hips.
He wanted to marry me. He could write albums about me. He loved my name. He loved me.
Is this the real ife, or is this just fanasty? Oh, Queen. But seriously. Did he mean it or was this Harry being charming again?
He's like two different people. One's fantastic, charming, sweet, kind and knows that to say. The other is a stubborn bitch.
But hey, that's Harry. And if I was going to marry him, I was going to marry a stubborn bitch. He'd be marrying one too, actually.
