We belong together [Rewriting]

Chapter 17

Evernly Miller

To say I was confused would be an understatement. A very big understatement.

I get that we live in confusing times but this is insane. Very hugely insane.

Harry is insane. Actually I think I've known that for a while now. I don't know why I'm surprised really.

A ring. I never know when he's joking and when he's not.

You would think he's serious but then it turns out it was a joke all along and just when I think I've figured him out and think he's joking, it turns out he's serious.

When Harry says hypothetically, he means it's already done or half way done.

Well in this case I don't know if he's just planning to buy the ring or he ordered it or he already bought. I really don't know.

"I mean a promise ring." He explained and I raised an eyebrow. "To promise to be yours and faithful."

"That's exactly what an engagement ring is, Harry." I stated bluntly.

"Well... yeah and no. It's a promise ring." He argues back. "Not exactly."

I sighed.

"Which is it? Yes, not, exactly. What Harry?" I softly asked.

He looked so nervous and sweaty. I was just feeling bad for him. Harry is never nervous.

He doesn't get nervous. I don't think in my life I've seen him nervous.

That scares me. Because when he's nervous I get nervous too. Even worse than him.

And I can't deal with nerves. I freak out when I'm nervous.

"Does it matter?" He asked looking sceptical.

"Actually, yes." My voice went an octave high.

I cleared my throat. Harry fixed himself and looked more Harry like than seconds ago.

He flapped his shoulders a bit. I don't know maybe to get his groove back.

"You can interpret it how you like but to me it's a promise ring." He told me.

Oh no, he was half way into commanding me. I mean he even used the voice.

"A promise of what?" I folded my arms over my chest.

"Of an engagement. A marriage. A happy life and everything you'll ever want in life." He explained confidently.

Then fear shock through my body. I felt core shocking fear when he said all that.

Those were the exact worse I was dreading. I felt like I would throw up any moment.

He looked so confident and proud saying that that I didn't want to disappoint him.

The concept of marriage scare me. A peice of paper doesn't prove anything. It just says I could be tied down to you but still stab you in the back.

I feel like the person who created the whole concept of marriage was dump and stupid.

I laughed a little to get rid of the nervousness and hide my fear.

I felt like I was close to hyperventilating.

"How did we even get here again?" I asked him trying to hide my nervousness.

"Would you wear a ring if I gave you one?" Suddenly I remembered how we ended up here again.