“Hanna, baby, will you marry me?” Harry asked, his left hand held a black velvet box with a beautiful, princess cut, diamond ring inside. I looked at Harry, even though I knew exactly what was going to happen when the first photo lit up the screen, the whole situation still hadn’t yet sunken in.
“Hanna?” Harry asked. I just stood still, glued to the spot on the couch and not able to move. After a few moments, I finally was able to place my hand over my gaping mouth and slowly nod my head up and down. Harry’s lips curled up into a smile as mine did the same. Harry slide the ring on my left hand’s fourth finger, stood up, and gave me a long kiss.
“Harry, I love you so much,” I said against his lips. I went in for another kiss with Harry, my hand eventually finding the brown curls on the top of his head.
“Han,” Harry pulled away from the long lasting kiss. “I love you so, so much.” He chuckled as he lifted up my left hand and admiring the sparkling rock on my finger. “Suits you well, babe.” Harry looked into my eyes, tears still falling down my cheeks that were stained with running mascara.
“I can’t believe this.” I pecked Harry’s lips. “I have to call Raelyn, Kella, Dani, El, Perrie, the boys, every-” Harry’s laughing cut me off.
“Hanna, they already know.” I looked at Harry, confused. “Raelyn was supposed to be at the restaurant, taking your reaction photo, the boys helped me with the video, and of course they would tell the girls.”
“Oh,” I said, a little embarrassed. “How about we do something to celebrate? We could go out tomorrow and,” I stopped, looking at Harry’s face, then I remembered why we decided to stay home tonight. “Oh yeah,” I trailed off, feeling a bit guilty. “Or we could celebrate when you get back.” I tried to sound uplifting, failing in the process.
“Yeah, a year later,”
“No, Harry, eleven months. Not quite a year, but I see your point.” I sighed. When Harry and I talked about getting married someday, I had always pictured it to be a little bit simpler.
“So, Hanna, we have been together for four and a half years now.” Harry smiled as he wrapped an arm around me as we sat on our couch, thinking of the future. Our future. “I was wondering what your thoughts were on marriage.” I looked up at Harry, shocked at how this came up in the conversation of the upcoming year.
“Well, I mean, I never really thought about it. Never really had a reason until I met you, but when we’re together, I get lost in just being with you. Marriage, huh? I guess it would be nice. Walking down an aisle, seeing you at the end of it.” I smiled at myself as I looked at the blank wall and settled back into the comfort of Harry strong grasp. I was imagining just how amazing it would be for Harry and I to be a married couple.
“So you would like that?” Harry asked, playing with my brown curls, attempting to braid the ends, but failing and creating small knots.
“Yeah, I suppose I would.” I sighed. “Would you? I mean, being famous and all, don’t you think that it would be hard?”
“Maybe, but that wouldn’t matter. I love you, Hanna. I want to marry you someday. Hanna Evelyn Styles has a nice ring to it, you know? Mr. and Mrs. Styles. I would absolutely want to marry you, baby. No doubt in my mind.”
That was only half a year ago. So many things had changed since then, most for the better.
“I don’t want to leave you tomorrow, Hanna. Especially now that you’re my,” Harry stopped, the grin on his face turning into one of those different smiles again. “Fiancé.” I laughed at just hearing that term used between the two of us. I shook my head, looking down at the ground.
“I know, but I’ll visit you all the time, Harry. My first visit is three weeks after you leave. It’ll go by so fast that you won’t even realize I’m gone.” I laugh out. Harry remains silent, thinking. “What?” I chuckled.
“I was just thinking, do you remember what we talked about if we were to get engaged before I would leave for tour?” I thought back to that conversation that we had months ago.
“So, I was thinking about what would happen before I leave for tour.” I took a sip of my strawberry milkshake.
“Okay, what about it?” I wiped off the dot of whipped cream that ended up on the tip of my nose.
“Well, what if we were to get engaged before I leave?” I laughed at this comment, thinking there was no way in the world that that situation would play out within only a few months.
“I doubt that would happen, but, so what? It’s not like we would get married the next day by any means.” I chuckled again.
“But, what if that time comes and I have to leave the next week?” Harry sighed, taking a sip of his drink. “I think what I’m trying to get at is that if we were to get engaged in the next, say three months, I want you to come with me.” Harry put on his signature smirk. I looked at Harry, my brows automatically furrowing into a confused expression.
“What?” I laughed out, giddy about what he had just said once it fully sunk in. Harry’s smirk grew into a smile.
“I want you to come on tour with me if we get engaged. Then we can talk wedding plans and all about our future together.” Harry took another sip of his drink, chuckling at my expression.
“Really? You would really want that?” I couldn’t help but smile, my dimple most likely showing through. Harry nodded. We left the conversation like that and it was all settled then. If Harry and I were to get engaged, I would accompany him on tour.
Realization spread across my face as I remembered the whole conversation. A smile comes across my lips as I look Harry in the eye. “Do you really want me to?” All he does is nod, the smirk he had on turning into a genuine smile.
“Come with me.”
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Don't Look Back (A Harry Styles FanFic)
Fanfiction"Okay Hanna. This is your new life. You don’t have to worry about Jean or the horrible past you had to go through. But Hanna, what ever you do, just don’t look back.”
