Home Run Honey // n.s.

Chapter Nine

"Marry me."

It wasn't a question, oh no, it was a statement. A command. He was telling me to marry him. Not like, 'Oh, hey, Harry, honey, Princess, will you marry me?' Nope. It was just 'Marry me'.

And I could've just stood there. Asked him what the fuck was wrong with him, because, hello, we're in high school. But of course, in high school, you make stupid fucking decisions because well you're in fucking high school.

"What?" I asked, staring at him like he grew three heads.

Now, I knew the answer was clear as day, but I felt like I still needed to ask if I heard him right. When he responded with "You heard me," I knew I did hear him right.

Niall all of the sudden pulled away, reaching into his pocket to pull out a black velvet box. And in all the clichè fucking movies, as he got down on one knee, it started to snow.

"Yes."

I didn't need to hear what he had to say-if he had anything to say at all-I just knew I wanted to marry him. He stood back up, opening the box to show me the ring. It was absolutely gorgeous,: a silver band with diamonds scattered. I could nearly cry. If I wasn't already.

"Is it Tiffany?" I asked Niall, noticing the 'T & Co' embroidered on the inside.

"Yeah, Princess. I got it today when we went there. Do you like it?" He asked, slipping in on my left ring finger.

"I love it. I love you. Oh, my gosh, Niall, we're engaged!" Realization finally hit me as I looked at the ring on my finger.

"I feel like that was one of the most awkward engagements in the history of 'Will you marry me?'s."

"You didn't even ask me. You just said 'marry me' and then I'm like 'oh, look at my boyfriend being all spontaneous and in the moment by asking me to marry him out of nowhere' but then you just pull out the ring and here I am all disappointed that you had it planned out and-"

"Harry, you're rambling."

"Sorry," I laid my head on his chest as he combed his fingers through my hair in a soothing way.

"Are you really disappointed?" He asked with hurt clear in his voice. My eyes widened as I realized I did say that I was disappointed.

"No, no, darling, I didn't mean it like that. It's just, I was so excited that it was, like, a spur of the moment thing, but it wasn't. But I'm not disappointed, I'm really happy," I pecked his cheek to reassure him.

"Well, to be fair, it was a spur of the moment thing. I bought this ring so I could give it to you in, like, two years or something. How awesome would it be if I proposed to you and was like 'I bought this ring at Tiffany's when we were in New York when we were eighteen'? But, we were here and I had the ring in my pocket so I was like, 'fuck it, I'm doing this'. Actually, I didn't even do that, I just said it and now, here we are, engaged," he laughed out.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him as close as possible. "You were planning on marrying me?" I teased, nudging my nose against his neck.

"Of course, Princess. I can't see myself being with anyone else."

I leaned in to kiss him sweetly. My eyes fluttered closed as our lips just pressed together, slowly moving in a loving, passionate kiss. The best kiss we've ever shared, honestly.

"I love you," I whispered against his lips once we pulled away.

He placed three more kisses on my lips. "I love you, too, baby. So fucking much..."

We stood, staring at each other for a few minutes, in the cold snow, before we realized curfew was in less than an hour.

"So," Niall started, as we walked down the streets of New York, "when do you want to get married?"

I was swinging our hands between us, receiving strange looks from some people at the child-like gesture. "Um, tonight?" I'm not totally against it, in all honesty.

"Tonight? Harry, baby, what would our parents think if we came home married?" He asked, turning to me.

"What are they going to think when we come home engaged? My parents already have Marcel getting married in June."

"Are you saying you don't want to get married because Marcel is and you don't want to overwhelm your parents?"

"What? No, I'm not saying that at all, darling. But I don't need a big wedding, like, I'd be fine with a courthouse wedding. I just want to be married to you."

"Well," he said as we got to the doors of the hotel. "Maybe when we get back, we can ask our parents if we can get married at the courthouse as soon as possible." He pecked my lips and led us to the elevator.

"That sounds perfect. I love you," I told Niall, kissing his cheek.

"I love you, too, Princess. He turned towards me, grabbing my hips, and pulled me to him. He started kissing me neck, and thank goodness no one else was in the elevator. "You know, elevator sex is a fantasy of mine..."

"Really?" I moaned as he sucked on my sweet spot.

"Mhm, maybe when we're married and living in a penthouse apartment." He pulled away to kiss me on the lips. "I love you," he whispered one last time.

"I love you, too, darling."

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Short chapter , but I like it.

The last chapter got 35 comments. I was expecting something like that, honestly. Everyone was freaking out of the proposals. I love that I can make y'all freak out. I put a picture of Harry's ring.

I'm in chorus right now. And yeah , I'm just sitting here reading/writing fanfiction. But these people expect it tbh.

Dedication to loullabies because I can't believe I fucking forgot. Her stories are fab , go read them ! And thank you for the promo , love. And the comments (:

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