Chapter Thirty Eight

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AVAS POV

"I will bring out the desert." I stand up collecting the boys plates from the dinner.  Harry has been acting nervous for this dinner, I don't exactly know why, in fact for the past few days he has been nothing but nervous. 

The boys have been overly happy too. 

Am I messing something? 

I place all the plates, in the sink just about to grab the tray of cookies when, "Ava come here quickly!" Liam shouts. 

I instantly run out of the kitchen looking around the house, there is not a person in sight.

"Harry?!" I call out.

"Boys?!" I call out another time. 

I was responded with dead silence. I was panicking and looked over the rooms.

There was no one, just a moment ago everything was so bright and beautiful, everything was laughing and silence was no where but now it's seems as if I am engulfed in dead silence. 

I hear a light hum of the guitar.

I reluctantly follow the light hum of the guitar outside to the porch. 

Harry is sitting on one of the wooden chairs lightly strumming the guitar.

"Harry whats going on?" 

He smiles nervously at me, put the guitar down for a second.

He walks towards me and picks me up and seats me down on the railing, he grabs the acoustic guitar and gives me a nervous smile before kneeling down on one knee, starting to strum the strings of the guitar playing the notes of Little Things, then he began to sing.

"Your hand fits in mine

Like it's made just for me

But bear this in mind

It was meant to be

And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks

And it all makes sense to me

I know you've never loved

The crinkles by your eyes

When you smile

You've never loved

Your stomach or your thighs,

The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine

But I'll love them endlessly

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth

But if I do

It's you

Oh, it's you they add up to

I'm in love with you

And all these little things

You can't go to bed without a cup of tea

And maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep

And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep

Though it makes no sense to me

I know you've never loved

The sound of your voice on tape

You never want

To know how much you weigh

You still have to squeeze into your jeans

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