The Story of Us

You And I

I love you. I remember when the meaning of those words meant so little to me. Ofcourse, I was younger at the time, but I just didn't care. I had no one to love, exept my few friends and family. But, the first time I heard those words coming out of the mouth of the person I would die for, I got it. I got why couples always have to hold hands, why they look at eachother so much... It's because they want to be with the person they love every single moment. Now, while I was sitting in my fiancee's lap after all of that time, I finally understood what Stephenie Meyer was writing all of this time. I remembered my favorite quote from Eclipse/Breaking Dawn: ''Suddenly, it wasn't gravity holding you to the ground anymore. It was her.'' And it wasn't gravity holding me to the ground anymore. It was Harry. My Harry, now and forever.

-I like this.-I said to him, while he was pulling me closer.

-What?-

-You and I.-

-Do you know what I like?-he asked, playing with my hair and looking me in the eyes.

-No.-

-I like the fact that it's going to be forever.-

-Do you know what I also like?-

-What?-

-I like the fact that I was just thinking about the same thing.- I climbed up to him and kissed him, as we were both smiling. The rain was still falling outside, but I felt so safe and sound in his arms. I could, without a problem, just stay there. Under the blanket, coiled up next to him. And just watch the perfect lines of his perfect face.

-These last few weeks.- he took a deep breath. -They were the hardest ones of my life. I would pretend to look happy outside, because of the fans, but it was tearing me apart inside. The moment I'd come home, I would sit next to the door and cry. I would wake up every single night, and start to look for you. I was such a fool for letting you walk trough that door...- he pulled me in even closer, so out noses almost touched. We stood there, exploring eachother's faces again, and again for some time. He didn't change at all, just like he was carved out of stone. The only thing slightly different were his eyes; they gained a painfull red color. I knew that color, I had it too. You'd get it only after hours, and hours of standing in front of a tissue box, and looking in the distance, regreting.

-Harry... The biggest mistake of my life, was leaving you. I wanted to come back, I just couldn't. There was someting pulling me back. I think it was fear of facing it all. Maybe we could'ave avoided all of that, the distance, I was just so afraid...-I started crying again. He buried my head into his chest, and started petting my head.

-I need you to know... I will never, ever let you go, for as long as I live.- I looked at his eyes again. I couldn't help myself. I could see myself in them: The scared girl in love. Like every main caracter in every romantic movie out there. Our story was such a chiche´, but I wouldn't change it for the world.

-You're doing it again.- I said and looked even deeper into his eyes. -Mesmerising me.- I continued. We watched some horror movie, and my head was under Harry's arm the entire time. Whenever there was a scary part, he'd tease me for being afraid. 

-Don't be scared!- he said.- As long as you're with me, nothing's going to happen to you.- As those words came out of his mouth, I believed every single one he said. That afternoon made me remember the time when he first came to Split. When we just stood on the couch all day, when Lou and everybody else got lost... Everybody else, my friends back in London. My other family. I hope they don't hate me now.

-Harry?-I asked

-Yeah babe?-

-What did the rest of the boys, and Perrie, and El, and Danielle say about our fight?-

-They were a little bit suprised at first, but they helped me. They all knew we would make up. I should thank them.- he said.

-When are you coming back to London?-

-I have a few days off, and there's nowhere else I'd rather be, than right here with you.-

-You know I'm coming with you, right?-

-I was hoping you would. I mean, we do have a wedding to plan.- I completely forgot about that. I have no idea where would it take place. Here? Or in the UK? And on what language will it be? There were so many questions in my head, but in the end, I just said:

-We just got re-engaged. Plus, there's one thing we need to do before anything else.-

-What?-

-We need to tell our families.-

-I already told mine. I told them before I told you. Me, my dad, and the rest of the band went to buy the ring.-

-Oh, lucky you!- I sighed. -Mine will be just thrilled! I mean, what's a reason for two people to get married when they're 18?- I sarcastically added. But, the only reason I could think of about 2 people getting married so early, is a baby... Or an incurable desease. Our situation, had neither though. Just as I was planning to add another sarcastic comment, the door opened, and I mum stepped in the appartament. She saw me and Harry snuggled in with a blanket, and said:

-What's this? Harry, I didn't know you'd come around.-

-Mom!-I shouted, rushing to her.

-Hello, Ms. Stubnya.-he walked to me, and took my hand. -If I'm a bother, I'll go right away... There is just something we need to tell you.- The blood in my vains froze. I knew I was going to have to tell them some day, but now, when I have to, I don't know what to do. How to tell her that I'm throwing away all of my future because of ''some guy''? With my hand in his, and the other one on my mother's back, he took us both to the couch. We sat, and he put our hands on his knees, so the ring would pop out. I felt it was pulsating a giant, flashing signal which said: ''Look at me!!!'' . She saw the ring, but I don't think it fully hit her brain, so I began talking, but Harry saw how hard it was for me and, took the matters into his own hands.

-Look Ms. Stubnya... I was such a fool for letting your daughter go, but I love her. And she loves me. I proposed to her, and she said yes.- In that moment, I wanted to punch him, but he calmed me down with his oddly eaven breaths. He continued. -We're getting married.-