16 - Surprise (au)

                                    

                                          
PERSONAL IMAGINE
                          
SURPRISE
                          

                          
                                     I come home from work, happy because it is finally Friday therefore no work and I can finally relax and even spend a little time with Harry. Since the two of us seemed to have drowned in work the past few weeks we didn't have much from each other, even though we are living together.
                          
 Harry is already home since I hear him rummaging through the house. "I'm home, Harry!" I call through the house and then I hear soft footsteps and Harry appears with a huge smile.
                          
 "You have ten minutes to get ready. You better change into something more comfortable." Harry instructs and carries a bag out of the house. Bewildered I look after him before obeying what he told me. He has to have a reason so I better obey.
                          
 As soon as I have changed into jeans and a plain shirt I see Harry again, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before taking my hand to pull me downstairs. I feel as if I'm in the way since all Harry does is shoving me away from here to there, pulling me to somewhere else. Now Harry is pulling me into the car, telling me to buckle my seat belt.
                          
 "What is going on, Harry?"
                          
 "A surprise is going on."
                          
 "Okay and what exactly?"
                          
 "If I tell you it wouldn't be a surprise anymore." Harry rolls his eyes, softly laughing while he places his hand on my knee. Harry asked me about work as we were driving to a place Harry didn't want to tell me.
                          
 But soon I start to recognize the area and I know Harry drove to the airport. But why?
                          
 "Is this joke? Is this one of your pranks again?" I ask as Harry pulls in a parking lot.
                          
 "No joke." He answers and beams of happiness. Obviously, completely happy with his idea.
                          
 "But are we doing here? At the airport?"
                          
 "Flying." Harry rolls his eyes and takes the suitcases from the trunk before carrying them inside with me following him.
                          
 "And where to?"
                          
 "It's a surprise, Lucy." He says and only two hours later we sat in a plane to France. The flight wasn't long and eventually, we ended up in a nice Hotel but the reason why we are here is still unknown to me. And now we somehow ended up walking around Paris, in front of the Eiffel Tower.
                          
 I feel strong arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me around so I am pressed against Harry's toned chest. He leans a bit closer to rub his nose against mine, a smile forming on my lips. I feel like all the stress I have been having back home fell off me because all I feel right now is love and happiness.
                          
 "Do you like it, baby?" Harry asks as we both turn our heads to look at the huge Eiffel Tower.
                          
 "It's a surprise, definitely," I answer, nodding, "And I love it."
                          
 "I love you, Lucy—"
                          
 "I love you, too."
                          
 "—and I'm glad that...I'm glad that you love me back and that you never give me a reason to doubt what you feel towards me—"
                          
 "I don't doubt on what you feel, too."
                          
 "Could you be quiet for a few seconds? I'm trying to tell you something."
                          
 "Oh, okay. I shut up." I answer and we both laugh. Harry unwraps his arms from my middle to take both my hands in his.
                          
 "So, what I'm trying to say: I love you, Lucy, and I have no words that would perfectly match to what I'm feeling when I see you or when you're around me. You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and will ever see because I only see you. There is no one else who can make me laugh like you can, or make me feel like you can and I want to ask you if you want," Harry pauses for a second to drop to one knee as he takes a little box with a silver ring out, "to do that for the rest of our lives and I will promise you I'll do the same for you. So, Lucy, my one and only love, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
                          
 A high-pitched squeal escapes my lips and when I quickly cover my mouth, surprised by the sound I made, Harry laughs softly. My mind chatters the whole time, not really catching up with the question I have been asked. I even start pondering about the answer although there is nothing to think about.
                          
 "Yes! God, oh my God, yes, yes!" I say and Harry takes my ring finger to put the beautiful ring on. I don't even have the time to admire the ring because Harry stands up and wraps his arms around me, spinning me around while he kisses me passionately.