Harry Styles Imagines

61 - Next step

PERSONAL IMAGINE

Next step

                          I pick at my dress and adjust it before I ring the door bell of Harry's flat. Two days ago he invited me for dinner at his home. Usually, we go out when we want to have dinner together so it is different that he is the cook tonight. I like it, though.

 Seconds later Harry opens the door, leading me into the dining room. The table is set up with a few candles and roses and it all looks so lovely and beautiful that there is only one question in my head. How did I get so lucky?

 "That looks so beautiful, Harry, wow!" I say, touching the white tablecloth. Harry smiles and gives me a kiss on the cheek before he pulls the chair back for me so I can sit down. This looks so fancy I'm afraid to touch something from the table because what if I destroy it?

 Harry comes back with two plates full of delicious food. He is dressed in his black, tight jeans but a white shirt tucked in his pants. The first button is open. His hair looks fluffy but is pushed out of his face. He looks so good in candle light.

 Actually he always looks good.

 "So why do we eat here?" I ask after a few minutes of silence as I enjoy this excellent food. Damn, I never knew Harry is so good in cooking.

 "I just thought I should show you my cooking skills." Harry laughs and I join him.

 "You should have cooked for me earlier because that tastes really good."

 "Thanks," Harry smiles, "But there actually is another reason why I have invited you over."

 "Okay, spit it out."

 "You love me, right, Kayla?"

 I giggle at his stupid question. As if it isn't obvious that I'm in love with him, head over heels.

 "What?" Harry asks back but can't suppress his little smirk.

 "Isn't it obvious to you?"

 "What? That you love me or that you don't love me?"

 "Well," I say and put my cutlery next to my plate, "What do you think I do?"

 "I hope you love me."

 "Then you're right." I answer and chuckle. Harry puts his left hand on mine, his thumb stroking over my skin and I give him a lovely smile. We are together for quite a while but I'm still not used to how attractive he is, how cute yet sexy he can be, how he is mine.

 "Do you love me enough to have me always on your side?"

 "Yes, of course, Harry."

 "Would you like to,,,,move in with me then?" Harry asks, his eyes shimmering in the candle light. His question makes me really happy, it really does, but I came here with the hope that he would ask me something bigger. However, I'm extremely happy that he wants to move in with me.

 "Yes, Harry, I'd love that."

 "One more thing, Kayla," Harry says and I lift my head again to watch him, "I'm literally the worst in that although I've never done it before but since we now kind of live together I hopefully have proved that I love you, right? Well, I hope you already knew that before I asked you to move in with me but I say it again, just to make sure, I love you, Kayla, and I'm so lucky that I met you and that you love me back, so the thing I wanted to ask you is: Do you want to marry me, Kayla?"

 Harry went on his knee when he spoke the last few words and opened a box with a coruscating ring. I inhale loudly. Inside of me is a celebration going on because Harry has proposed to me.

 "Harry, yes, yes, yes!" I say multiple times and my mouth already hurts from my wide smile which I held since he asked me to move in with him. Harry slowly slides the ring on my ring finger and for a moment I admire the beautiful item on my hand which will show everyone now that I belong to him.

 He gets up from his one knee and pulls me up from the chair so he can easily kiss me. My arms wrap around his neck as Harry lifts me from the ground and swirls us around. I giggle against his lips while Harry mumbles a quiet, "thanks."

 "Why do you thank me for that?" I ask and he lets me down.

 "Because you make me happy, baby, every day and because you are you and I'm allowed to call you mine."

 Happiness is everything I feel in this moment. There is no other feeling when I'm with Harry. I'm at peace, I have found him. No man could make me any happier than Harry has done it and will do in our near future, together.