Royals || h.s au

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M I A

Waking up and remembering what happened last night was a really good feeling. But at the same time, it was weird.

Niall and I had become closer than ever.

When we woke up this morning, we cuddled for hours. We skipped breakfast and went to lunch.

We walked down the stairs hand in hand. We sat down at the table opposite of my parents. My parents gave us a smile.

"You skipped breakfast today" My father says raising his eyebrow.

"Yeah, we were very tired this morning" Niall smiled and squeezed my hand. I was blushing like mad, I could feel it.

My parents just give each other a look that I don't understand.

We had been eating in silence for a while until Niall cleared his throat.

"So how did you like Ireland?" Niall asked my parents. They continue to talk about their trip to Ireland and how they liked it. As always I wasn't in the conversation because I hardly know anything about Ireland.

The kitchen door opens and I look over to see who it was. Of course, it was Harry.

He was holding a bottle of water and walked over to me to pour more into my glass. I hold in my breath as he stands next to me.

I really need to talk to him.

"What's that on your finger?" My mother says all of a sudden, interrupting my father.

I look over at Niall, waiting for him to say something because I don't know what to say.

Niall smiles and takes my hand in his on the table. Harry moves to go fill Niall's glass.

"Last night I proposed because I thought it would be weird if I didn't, I bought a ring because I wasn't sure if I could have the real one yet." He laughs and kisses my cheek.

My parents start asking questions but I don't pay attention to them when I see the look on Harry's face.

He stands behind my mother with a sad look on his face looking at the ground. He wasn't supposed to find out this way. I mean he knew that we were getting married but I wanted to tell him in person.

He looks up at me, his eyes slightly tearing up.

"Mia? Babe?" I hear someone say besides me.

"Huh?" I look over at Niall, who has a big smile on his face. "Your mother just asked you a question" He pats my thigh lightly.

"Have you got anything planned yet?" My mother raises her eyebrow at me.

"Uh, no not really" I look down at my lap. Harry walks back into the kitchen quite fast. I want to go after him and talk to him but I can't. Not now.

I hope he's okay. I never meant to hurt him.

"You need to start planning, it's in a few weeks" My mother says. "I'll get someone to help us plan it" She smiles.

"Us?" I ask confused.

"Yeah, of course I'm going to help you plan your wedding. What kind of mother would I be if I didn't" She laughs. Oh no. I don't want her to help me plan it. She's going to want everything to be her way.

I just let out a nervous laugh.

"So, Niall how about joining me in a game of croquet?" My father smiles, changing the subject. Thank god.

"Yeah of course" Niall smiles. "Do you want to join darling?" He looked over at me.

"Maybe later" I smiled. While he's in the garden with my dad I can talk to Harry about everything.