"If in this trip to Paris he proposes, will you say yes?" Harry asked. I sighed and looked down at my hands. "I don't know." "Please tell me you won't." He said softly, hurt evident in his voice. Harry wasn't gonna beg me not to go. He wasn't gonna force me to choose him. But he also wasn't going to give up that easy. I knew him and I knew he's gonna put up a fight until he accepts his defeat.