Harry Styles Short Stories

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SUMMARY: It's your annual trip to Italy with your boyfriend, but he is planning to make it special by asking you one important question.

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"Harry! Are you ready? We have to leave!"

"I'm coming!"

Harry quickly takes the diamond ring out of the velvet box and slips it into his back pocket, praying to God he won't lose it before the big moment. He drops the box back into his bag in a hurry, burying it underneath his shirts before walking out of the bedroom of the villa you've been sharing for the past week.

It's your fourth year in a row when the two of you spend two weeks in Italy so it's safe to say that it's now a tradition. But this year will be different.

As Harry walks out to the hall he finds you standing by the front door in a white sundress and a straw hat, your totebag hanging from your shoulder and he catches you putting your polaroid camera inside. He got you the camera for last Christmas and you've snapped hundreds of pictures since then. Harry loves the excitement on your face when you're waiting for the photo to develop.

Looking up a smile stretches across your face when you see him in his green and white striped t-shirt that's tucked into a pair of nice jeans, his hair looks lush and soft, a pair of retro aviator sunglasses hanging from the neck of his shirt and then there's the mustache... That mustache! You love it so much, even though you've never been a big fan of facial hair, but Harry proved you wrong.

"What took you so long? Were you styling the 'stache?" you tease him as you wrap your arms around his waist and steal a quick kiss.

"Gotta take good care of it," he smirks. "Alright, let's go."

After a thirty minute drive you leave the car at the bottom of the mountain before starting the hike that takes you up to the winery. You've been here last year and you enjoyed it so much you wanted to come back, but this time you decided to approach the place on foot. It's a nice change, you haven't been too active in the past week, well, outside of the bedroom, at least.

"Just one picture! Come on!" you urge him, pushing him in place, your polaroid camera all ready in your other hand to snap a picture of your boyfriend.

"You have a dozen pictures of me already, Love," he chuckles but obeys and leans against the stone wall running along the trail you've been hiking up to the winery on top of the hill.

"Fuck, you look so good!" you groan as you snap the picture, enamored by the beauty if your lover.

"Not as good as you," he compliments you back, his eyes slipping down on your body, amazed by the way the white sundress flows so effortlessly around your figure. You're tinkering with your camera as he reaches into his back pocket, making sure the ring is still there. His fingers tap on the diamond and he exhales, glancing up at the top of the hill where the terracotta roof of the winery is already peeking out from behind the trees. He knows everything is all ready for your arrival, the staff has sent him a picture of the beautifully decorated pergola where he will ask the big question, but still, his pulse is starting to spike. He's been planning this for over a year now, though if he is being honest, he's known he would ask you to marry him the day he met you. He's not sure how, but he just knew.

You walk hand in hand for the rest of the hike and you rave about how much you hope they will have a bottle of the same wine you drank last time, because you haven't drunk anything like that since then. Little do you know, Harry requested fifty bottles to be delivered to your home when you get back.

"Hm, it looks... a bit different than last year," you note as you finally reach the top and notice the decorations.

"Yeah, it does," Harry smiles as he exchanges a look with the staff lined up in front of the building.

"Why was everyone waiting for us? And what's with the smiles? I know people around here are nice but this is a bit too much," you whisper to him, while trying your best to return the smiles.

"You'll see."

Harry pulls you over towards the pergola as you're trying to put one and one together, but as soon as you see all the fairy lights and flowers that decorate the place, you finally realize what this is about.

"Harry!" you gasp as you finally stand in the middle of the pergola and Harry turns to face you, holding both your hands.

"Y/N," he chuckles, but you notice the nervous shake in his voice. Your eyes are already tearing up and you need to hold yourself back to let him talk and give him the moment he planned out. He takes a deep breath and then speaks up.

"I have loved you since the day I met you. It's cheesy, but it's true. We bonded over liking the same kind of beer at the pub and I made Mitch promise to never tell you this, but on our way home I told him that if I were to marry anyone, it would be you."

You let out a chuckle as tears stream down your face, drinking up his words.

"It's been four years now and you taught me so many things. You taught me to be my best version, to see the beauty in everything and... I can't imagine a day when you're not with me in some kind of way. I see you in the clouds, because I remember when we watched them for hours on the roof of your old building. I see you in my coffee, because it reminds me of the time you brought me a cup to bed in the morning and spilled it all over me."

He laughs and you do the same, letting go of his hand just to wipe your cheeks quickly and then you grab his hands again.

"Even when you're not with me, you still are. And I want this to stay the same for the rest of my life."

He gets down on one knee and reaches into his back pocket, grabbing the ring and then holding it up as you gasp again, as if you didn't know this was coming.

"I love you, Y/N, and I can't imagine a day when I won't, because it's impossible. I will always love you. And I want to celebrate the love I have for you the most sacred way possible. Will you marry me?"

"Yes! Yes! Oh my God of course I will!" you burst out, throwing yourself at him sobbing and laughing at the same time. You almost both fall to the ground, he hugs you tighter than ever.

When you finally pull back you're kneeling, just like him and he takes your shaky hand, putting the ring on your finger finally and of course, it fits perfectly.

You're not noticing the soft music playing in the background and how the staff is cheering on you, you tuned it all out the moment you realized what Harry was about to do.

Harry stands up and helps you up as well, circling his arms around you right away.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this," he smiles down at you. You exhale, turning into jelly in his arms as you reach up and take his face in your hands.

"I love you," you softly tell him.

"I love you too," he replies and presses his lips to yours, the first kiss you share as an engaged couple.