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*Sequel to 'My Bullysitters'* <--(I'd read that one first if I were you ;)

... I feel as if I'm just another wave in the ocean, and maybe that's all I'll ever be...


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Katie's P.O.V


"Niall, have you seen my flat iron?!" I yelled, digging through my unorganized suite cases. Of course my straightener was missing when I was less than an hour away from having Harry pick me up. I continued searching only to end up empty handed, along with a head full of curly blonde hair that apparently was not going to be straight any time soon. Harry always did say he loved my curly hair, so it'll have to do for tonight.

I quickly shuffled into my dress before rushing to my closet to find a proper pair of shoes. If it were my way, I'd be wearing Converse, but something told me it just wouldn't work this time. I reluctantly picked out a pair of silver heals before slipping them on. Not as comfortable as sneakers, but a better match for the dress.

I examined myself in front of the mirror before going over my check-list in my head. Uncomfortable, fancy shoes; check. The dress from Harry; check. Makeup and unintentionally curly hair; check. Harry predictably arriving early-

"Katie, Harry's here!"


I smiled to myself before grabbing my purse and walking out to meet Harry. My smile faded as I came closer to the stairs, hearing people bickering below me. Niall and Harry stopped talking and managed to pull away their icy glares from each other as I came into view at the top of the steps. I wearily made my way down as they both stared at me, smiling as if they weren't just arguing with each other. How dare they use fake smiles against me of all people!

"You look beautiful." Harry stated.

"Thanks. So what were you two talking about?" I questioned. Silence was all I got for a moment before Niall spoke up.

"Just guy stuff." He said, leaving it at that.

"I didn't realize 'just guy stuff' involved arguing." I sarcastically replied.

"Hey, uh, we're gonna be late. I made reservations for that new Italian restaurant since I know it's your favorite food and all. I mean, I'm not trying to rush you or anything but-"


"You wanna go?"

He was completely flustered, and I found it absolutely adorable. The way he rambled on trying to change the subject only made my smile reappear upon my face.

"Yeah, let's go." I replied, kissing Niall goodbye and promising to be back by curfew.

We made our way down the concrete path, Harry opening the car door for me before getting in himself and pulling onto the road. It didn't take him long to start singing along with the radio. He was so beautiful, and I felt terrible for how cruel I was about to be. Without warning, I switched the radio off. As soon as Harry realized he was singing alone, he gave me a 'what the hell?' look.

"I'm sorry," I began, "But I'm not going to dance around this all night and pretend I'm perfectly fine when in reality it's killing me inside." I took a deep breath and noted Harry's grip on the steering wheel grow tighter. "Did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"You know what I'm referring to, Harry." I harshly stated.

"Can we talk about this after dinner?"

"No, because I won't be able to wait that long without going completely and totally insane."

"Fine." Harry growled, quickly pulling the vehicle over to the side of the road.

"What are you-"

"You said now, so we're talking about it now." His tone was a bit hard, but his face had softened quickly after speaking, a slight grin now forming on his face. I stayed quiet, as I was suddenly unsure how this conversation was going to go. "Look, I don't want this conversation to be a hateful one. I want it to be special, because you deserve that and more." My eyes followed the movement of his arm as he stuck his hand in his pocket. "Katie, five months ago I made you a promise, and I can assure you that I've lived up to my side of the deal. Before I say anymore, I need to know that you did the same."

"I haven't spoken to anyone but you, Harry. The entire time I was gone I wouldn't even dare look at anyone else. I didn't want anyone else, I want you."

"Well," he said, removing his hand from his pocket, "It looks like you get what you want." He pulled out a small velvet box before opening it and revealing a silver ring designed with daisies. My favorite flower. I was speechless. He picked up the ring, revealing a sparkly chain attached with it. "I don't want this worn on your finger, because that's what everyone does, and we're not like everyone else. I want you to keep it around your neck, so the ring falls where your heart is." He gently fastened the the chain around my neck then leaned back to admire his work. "Perfect," he smiled, "Just like you." A gentle kiss was placed to my lips, and I still seemed to be at a loss for words. "Can we go eat now? Because I'm kind of starving, love."

I grinned before nodding my head. "Yes," I whispered, "Let's go."

The rest of the ride to the restaurant consisted of me playing with the ring around my neck. All of my worries melted away. I had Harry, and he had me. Everything I had dreamed of was finally mine, and I wasn't leaving this time.

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