Wanna Be Loved

Okay, not great at these so here you go. My name is Haley. My life isn't perfect, its very far from it. But when I meet 1/5 of One Direction it gets pretty close to it. (Harry Styles fan fiction)


19. will you marry me.

    He pulled out a little box," Will you marry me?" He opened it and inside was a beautiful engagement ring. Oh, my, God. I am 17, and completely head over heels in love with Harry Styles, and he just asked me to marry him. "Oh, God. Your not answering." Harry says looking worried. "What. No I'm sorry." I tell him shaking my head to snap my self out of the deep thought. "Oh, sorry I asked." He replies closing the ring box. "Wait, not no I won't marry you. Harry I want to marry you." I walk up to him and he smiles really big. He takes the ring out and slides it on my finger. "I love you, Harry." I tell him then kiss him passionately, slipping in my tongue. "I love you too Haley." He says pulling away then leaning back in and kissing me back, he smiles through the kiss. "Were getting married." he says to me, our noses pressed together, under the stars. One star that night shined brighter than the others, and I knew it was my daddy. Proud of me, telling me this was it, this was my true love. 

     The next morning I woke up wrapped up in Harry's arms. "Good morning, beautiful." He tells me kissing the top of my head. "Good Morning." I smile back at him. "What time does the plane leave?" I ask looking up at him. "You probably need to get a shower." He says tapping the tip of my nose. I sigh and get up and grab some underwear and a bra. "Can I join you?" Harry asks sitting up. "Harry, we don't have time for that." I tell him turning to his bathroom. "Pleaseeee," he begs, "This could be the last time we can do anything for like a week, I can't wait that long." I start laughing, "Yea, I guess. But we have to hurry, Harry." "Yes," he says jumping off the bed and running after me into the bathroom. He grabs me at the waist and lifts me up onto the sink. He starts sucking at my neck and grabs at the bottom of my tank top lifting it up. I raise my arms and he pulls it off of me. Next he reaches behind my back and unhooks my bra pulling it off. His hands go straight to my breasts and he starts sucking and biting all over leaving love bites. "Harry." I moan and start trying to pull his boxers off. He pulls me off the counter and takes his boxers off as I take off my underwear. He turns the water on in the shower. I climb in and start wetting my hair. Harry pushes me up against the shower wall and I tangle my hands in his thick, wet curls. He kisses and sucks and bites all down my stomach then lifts me up around him. I lock my legs around him and we both moan out of pleasure. 

     A couple minutes later Harry gets out and lets me continue my shower. Then he gets in. I blow dry my hair and curl it at the bottoms. I wore black tights, a tight black skirt, a white sweater with some grey writing on it and black booties with a black scarf. I put on my make up when Harry came out. "Does this look okay?" I ask spinning in a little circle where he can see the entire outfit. "You look hot." He answers pulling a white t-shirt, some jeans, and a long sleeve blue button up shirt out of his closet. He gets dressed then does his hair and we get our bags and go to the airport.

     We got in the car and I was freaking out, what if she doesn't like me. Were engaged now, is she gonna be mad? What if she figures out I smoke and used to cut. Oh, I was so craving a cigarette right now. "Harry. I'm nervous." I say quickly turning and looking at him. "Baby, you'll be okay. She's gonna love you. I promise. And I'll be there right by your side, the whole time." 

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