Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
description: where Harry chooses the engagement ring.
word count: 3.1k
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He had an idea on what ring he wanted to get. He wasn't afraid to admit that he'd been on the internet and had a look. He wanted it to be perfect for you. Because to him, you deserved the best. He loved how the smallest of things could put a smile on your face, no matter the expense of it. You did usually moan at him when he came home with a Tiffany & Co bag hanging off of his fingers, because you knew he'd spent money on something for you; something that you didn't necessarily need. You knew he loved to surprise you with little things, but sometimes he went overboard.
You couldn't tell him to take it back, because the look of admiration on his face made your heart melt. He loved treating you, and he loved to watch your face light up for just a second as you looked at the glittery and shining diamond bracelet in the box resting on your palm. His face was full of hope, and it made you feel terrible for turning him down.
He knew you didn't want anything extravagant, because you hated the attention it brought to you. He loved to buy you little bracelets and charms, and even earrings he thought you'd love, and he made sure that they weren't too large and shiny to draw attention to yourself. He knew you hated people thinking you were with Harry for the money, but he tried to reassure you that if you both knew you were with him because you loved him, then you had nothing to worry about.
He couldn't wait to see your face when he pulled the ring from its cushiony constraint in the box. His heart raced every time he thought about it. It raced with excitement and nerves; excitement because he would be marrying you. His best friend, and his soul mate. And nerves because you may say no. And you may just reject his offer of marriage.
He needed to get the ring as soon as possible...
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Harry hopped up on the counter beside the cooker, where you were standing over the cooking food. The bacon was sizzling in the pan, and the eggs were spitting out fat as they fried. The microwave was humming as the beans were cooking in a bowl, and the toaster jumped up the cooked toast from the racks inside. The kitchen smelt like a proper cooked breakfast, and Harry loved the smell. It made him feel homely, and he fell more in love with you just by watching you sway your hips to the soft music playing from the radio.
"What time did you say Liam and Sophia are coming for breakfast?" You wondered, as you heard his heels bang against the cupboard beneath him. You flipped the bacon over, with a palm pressed to his thigh as you rubbed soft circles into his bare skin. "And what time are you going out? What time is Gemma coming by?" You asked, as you watched his hands pull back his locks, a black hair-band tying it back into a bun.
