3. Chapter Three -Harry's pov-
She walked downstairs, looking perfect like always. She skipped into the kitchen and jumped on the counter and took a selfie. "Oh oh oh, so we're playing the selfie game eh?" I said and i stole her iPhone and took a selfie. "HAROLD!! WHERES my breakfast?!" She screamed at me without looking up from her phone. She's been a bit bit grouchy lately. She's still perfect, probably just stressed. So I tip-toed downstairs and picked up her warm Beljum waffle with whipped cream and strawberries with a rose on top. Her favorite. I remember when we met. She was crying, I was trying to comfort her because she just found out her grandmother died. She doesn't talk about it much. When she does, it's very little. When I carried her breakfast up, she was shocked. "Oh Baby, you didn't have to! I was joking around baby! But my favorite!" She exclaimed and then crashed her lips to mind. We sat in the bed and watched Love Actually. I wanted to propose to her, but would she accept?