Me, Him, Us

I almost broke his ankle and he still loves me. We had a big fight and he still loves me. I am ordinarlly amazing and he still loves me. And guess what? I love him too. My name is Angie Blight. His name is Harry Styles. This isn't only my story but ours. No not a story but a tale :)

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25. Save the last dance for me

As much as Harry’s mum was excited for the both of us she let us deliver the wonderful news. We decided to keep it away from the media although I didn’t know how that will work as there’s an engagement ring on my finger…

I got asked about my family which made me choke on my baked potato and so I told them they had died. Harry played along (thank god); he was defiantly going to quiz me about this at some point when we’re alone. I felt guilty about being embarrassed about my mum and my own family life but these people where so sweet and nice and I didn’t want to disappoint them in any shape or form.

After dinner the family decided that it would seem fitting to have a dance party. In that time i found out Gemma loves Buble maybe more than me and Niall put together.

“At least now we can have a fan club!” she yells over the music while wrapping her arm over my shoulder.

“It would be even better it the real deal was there too!” I say and we both start giggling.

“Can I have this dance?” Harry asked all formally with a hand out stretched.

“Oh of course Sir Harold.” I reply with a small giggle.

“Yay!” At that moment he broke out in song and start doing a mix between the chicken dance and break dancing. “Why aren’t you dancing?!” He cried in between head jerking motions.

“I don’t want to get hit in the face!”

“I am just very um…excited about dancing to this song.”

“Sweetie I don’t know how to tell you this but…um…there’s nothing playing.”

“Oh.” His arms drop and he looks around and the laughing faces.

“Yeah so maybe you um, want to sit down?”

“No lets go dancing!” HE grabs my hand and we begin slow dancing,  with no music playing just Harry’s humming. The dancing didn’t last long because the song save the last dance for me by Buble starts playing and Harry started doing some dance move that made him look like an octopus…

“Come on Angle dance the Sumba with me!”

“Dimples it looks like you’re washing an invisible window!” I reply as he starts flailing his arms but I couldn’t help and join in. The whole time I could stop laughing as the rest of the family joined in so it looked like so: a row of dancing monkeys mimicking Harry.

“I think we should have this song at the wedding! I can do so much dancing moves to this! Look!” harry yells at me and began dancing again.

“I agree!” AS buble sang and in whose arms you're gonna be I jump into Harry’s and kiss him on the lips in front of his family and everything. “I am going to be in only your arms, understand you little crazy dance monkey.”

“Ma’ me yes Ma ’me!” he yells in to my ear and squeezed be so hard I had to gasp for air.

“Harry don’t kill my sister in law we have so many shopping trips to go on!” Gemma screams trying to pry Harry’s arms of me, but the boy wouldn’t budge.

“She’s mine!”

“Harry didn’t mum say you have to share!?” Gemma huffs giving up.

“Its not faire I called dibs first!”

“Guys suffocating over here.” Harry quickly lets go and checks to make sure I’ am actually breathing. “Harry I am ok really.” I say smiling.

“OK everyone its nearly 12 I suggest we go to bed as tomorrow we are having a picnic in the meadow and we need to get up early!” Anne tells the group of people. Beside me Harry nearly had a heart attack at the thought of going to bed, I swallow a laugh.

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