Well, here I am. Engaged to Harry, making invitations, and fighting. Fun, fun, fun.
I send a letter to Sydney saying I'm fine and that, by the way, I'm marrying Harry Styles.
"What're you doing?" Harry comes in and walks over to my suitcase, reaching in and grabbing my Harry Styles socks. Yes, alright, I have them. "These are very nice!" He puts the socks on my feet and knods.
"Unpacking. I was planning on being here as a visitor, not as your wife." I wiggle my my toes in the socks.
"Why are you unpacking in the guest room?"
"I like this room!" I put my hands on the carpet.
"Sorry!" He picks up my bag and me and carry me to the other room.
"Harry! Let me down!" I laugh as he tosses me on the bed with my bag.
"I suggest unpacking and putting the stuff in the fourth, fifth, and sixth drawers."
"What if I want the first, second, and third?" I go up onto my elbows and look at Harry.
"Well, then you can just live with the bottom ones." He sits on the bed and leans down to kiss me.
"Is this how you always get what you want? By kissing me?"
"I don't know. Is it working?" He looks at my ring innocently.
"Sadly, yes." I put my arms around his neck.
"Good." He lays down on the bed next to me and plays with his ring.
"Do you believe it?" I take his hand in mine.
"That we're getting married." I put my head on his shoulder and he puts his head on mine.
"Yes. I knew when you kissed me that you would beg me to marry you."
"What? You kissed me! You begged me!"
"Ok, you may believe that if you want to." He rolls over so I see his bac instead, pretending that he's igoring me.
I sit up and rest my shoulder on his side, as I look down at his face. He's pretending to be asleep.
"Well, I was going to kiss you very sweetly, but...." I get up, but he grabs my hand and pulls be back. I put my hands on his shoulder and give him a kiss on his nose. "You have the nicest nose."
"Thanks?" We both laugh.
"I have unpacking to do, Harry. Want to help?"
"Sure." He stands up and follows me, our fingers playing in a war.
He pulls me back and tries to sneak a kiss.
"Nope! You must earn a kiss."
"Since when do I have to earn a kiss from you?" He tickles me and I fall on the ground from laughing. I reach for his hand and he pulls me back up to my feet. "Have I earned the kiss?"
"Sure." I shrudge my shoulders and kiss him on my tippy toes. I love feeling small next to him. It makes me feel more protected. "I feel so safe in your arms." I whisper. Tucking myself into his chest in a hug.
"I'm glad." He puts his chin on my head and we stay hugging for a while and then continue unpacking my stuff.
"Harry?" Bridget's red hair and blue eyes appear,
"What's wrong?" I walk over to her, checking her arms for wounds.
"Nothing!" She laughs. "I wanted to know if you're hungry."
"Yes! What are we having?"
"How about chicken, broccoli, and cupcakes?"
I put my hands under my chin and smile really wide. She shoves me jokingly.
"Sounds great." I give her a kiss and she walks out of the room.