Sunsets and Love (A Harry Styles S/A for LaueStyles)

Is there anything more beautiful than a sunset? Harry has some idea's...

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1. Sunsets and Love

 

I'd never seen a sunset on the beach before; suffice to say it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Gold’s and reds and purples all merged together to create a truly breathtaking view. It seemed surreal almost, dream like... but then there was no way my mind could muster up something this stunning. 

“Are you okay?” Harry laced his arms around my waist and dropped a gentle kiss on the nape of my neck. “You've gone quiet... that usually means you're plotting something.”

I giggled and shook my head, “Nope, just thinking. Have you ever seen anything as beautiful as this view?” 

“Yeah.” His reply was simple and a coy smile crept onto his lips, “I'm looking right at her.”

I turned in his arms and nuzzled into his shoulder, “I wish we could just stay here forever.”

“So do I, we'll come back I promise. Real soon.”

For a few minutes we stayed like that, enjoying the embrace and feeling no pressure to make idle chit-chat, there were never awkward silences with me and Harry, that kind of thing didn't happen in our relationship. 

“Laue, can I ask you something?” There was something different about his tone; his words were careful, well rehearsed. 

“What's wrong?”

He smiled wearily and shook his head, “Nothing’s wrong baby, everything’s perfect.”

I opened my mouth to speak but at precisely that moment he grabbed both of my hands and smiled weakly, “Go easy on me, okay?”

My brow furrowed in confusion, “What are you going on about?”

Impulsively and unexpectedly, he dropped down onto one knee. 

“I had all this planned out, I had it worded perfectly; it moved Niall to tears! But now I'm here with you it's like a shot of adrenaline coursing through my body and I can't remember a word of what I wrote down... but it basically all boils down to the fact that I am so intensely in love with you Laurence, I don't want to ever be without you. I'd give you the world if I could, the stars if it were possible; I want to give you everything you deserve. Most of all, I want to give you my name. Laue, I know we’re young, but will you marry me?”

He fished inside his jeans pocket and simultaneously took my left hand in his, for someone who made a living in a world famous band... he was shaking with nerves, he was shaking A LOT. 

He held a small glistening platinum ring between his quivering index finger and thumb and gently pushed it onto my finger. 

I found myself staring gormlessly down at our hands, entwined perfectly like corresponding jigsaw pieces. 

He was quietly, patiently waiting for my reply but I could tell anxiety would be setting in, I hadn't spoke for a while and the sound of the crashing waves that sounded so relaxing before now sounded tedious and too loud. 

“I don't think you realise how perfect you are Harry. You're the kindest, most incredible person I know.” I began, I knelt down in front of him mentally cursing myself for not wearing trousers instead of the short dress I'd opted for, sand seemed to be magnetised to exposed flesh and despite showering and seeing a waterfall of sand that fills your bath tub, you'd still find tiny golden grains everywhere you went for months. 

He brought my left hand up to his mouth and kissed each knuckle softly before repeating the process once more, “That's not really an answer...”

Tears stung the backs of my eyes and the familiar tightening in my throat restricted my vocal abilities, so instead I settled for a simple nod.

The biggest brightest grin broke out across his face and suddenly the sunset was redundant, he was by far more beautiful than any sunset, sunrise, whatever... he beat them all. 

I don't know how long we stayed there, lying in each other’s arms, enjoying the blissful silence and occasionally kissing, we finally made our way back to the beach house when a light rain began. 

I never thought I'd be the kind of person that uses cliché’s like 'the one' and 'soul-mate', but that night after we made love and he fell asleep with a small smile playing on his beautiful face – I knew that I was undoubtedly with my soul-mate, my 'one', my fiancé, my Harry. 

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