"Can I take the blindfold off?"
What felt like hours later, he took my blindfold off. In front of me was a table set with two chairs, and candlelight on a beach.
"Our first date. Candlelit dinner on the beach with a surprise or two at the end."
"I really do love you, and I want to prove it."
He walked over, pulling out my chair for me. I smiled, walking over and sitting down. He pushed my chair in, walking over to his chair, sitting down.
"Harry... This is wonderful..."
After we finished eating, Harry got up, taking my hand. I intertwined our fingers, standing up. We walked throughout the beach, stopping in the middle. I turned around, seeing the sunset.
"Oh my..." I said, staring in awe.
"Just wait." He whispered.
After a few minutes, something lit up the skies.
"Fireworks!" I squealed. I sat on the beach, pulling Harry next to me. "This was the best date ever." I smiled.
"I wanted to prove that I really do love you. I'm sorry about the interview and the boys and everything I've done wrong."
"All is forgiven." I squealed, hugging him tightly.
"And I'm especially super sorry for choking you."
"If it happens again, I'll knock you unconscious."
"I never properly asked you. Will you be my boyfriend, Niall James Horan?"
"I, Niall James Horan, will be your, Harold Edward Styles, boyfriend."
He smiled, leaning over and pecking my lips.
"I love you, Harry."
"I love you too, Niall."
We walked into the flat, hand-in-hand. I looked up, seeing Liam, Louis, and Zayn, standing in a line, upset.
"You two have some explaining to do. Mostly Niall." Liam said.
"What...?" I whimpered.
"You lied to us! Why would you do that?!"
I whimpered more, a tear falling. Harry wrapped his arm protectively around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "It wasn't his fault." He growled.
"How?! He lie--"
"I told him to! Why are you yelling at him?! Do you not see what it's doing to him?!"
Liam looked over at me, and frowned. "I'm sorry... I just... I just lost it..."
Tears fell down my face. "Why would you yell...?" I whimpered.
"You always told me everything, with honesty. If I knew Harry told you to..."
"He broke my heart."
"No, no, no, don't kill him yet. He made it up to me."
"If you calm the fuck down and promise not to yell at me."
He nodded, sitting down on the couch, the other boys shortly following.
"We had the same dream. We could control what happened and..." I looked at Harry for permission and he nodded. "In the dream, we had sex. That's why he has a hickey, and my arse was hurting." Harry moved his shirt, showing the hickey on his collarbone. I smirked. "My work, and he's mine. Anyways, earlier, you guys were asking how I knew how big his dick was and why my ass hurts, since he seemed embarrassed by me, I lied."
"So you guys had sex in a dream?" I nodded. "And you lied because of him?" I nodded again. "Sorry for yelling at you... What'd he do to make it up?"
I smiled. "He took me on a date. We had a candlelit dinner on the beach, watched the sunset, fireworks, and he officially asked me to be his boyfriend."
Everyone stared at Harry. "Damn. You got it bad . Did you do that for Taylor?"
I growled at the sound of her name. Harry smirked, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close. "Is someone jealous?"
"I hate that bitch."
"Hot damn. Well don't worry, you're the only person I will, and ever, love."
I smiled, leaning over, pecking his lips. "I love you too."