Brooklyn never thought that Harry Styles could change her life, until he did. One moment, her life was all cool and calm, and then Harry decided to mix things up a little. Her life was reading, and cafe's, and being a hopeless romantic... Then it was paparazzi, camera's and magazines. She didn't particularly like the paparazzi or being in magazines, but it was something that came with dating Harry Styles. What happened to them? Find out in "Perfect".


30. Just The Beginning

Brooklyn's P.O.V.


As I looked around the airport, I shifted from one foot to another.
Harry's plane had supposedly landed thirty minutes ago, but I didn't see him anywhere.
Fans were gathered(And screaming) and I was standing with security, watching for him.
I was beginning to worry, thinking that maybe he'd decided to stay a little longer in London or that his plane was delayed.
Although, those thoughts were frozen when I spotted a head of long, brown, curly hair.
Green eyes that always caught me off guard watched me and it was when he was about twenty feet away that I ran towards him.
He smiled happily, dropping his bags and catching me as I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
My head rested in his neck and I breathed in his scent, smiling.
He was back, he was here and he still loved me.
As I slowly, reluctantly pulled my head out of his neck, he kissed me deeply.
Smiling, I kissed him back and then he pulled away to gaze into my eyes.
"I've miss you---"
"So much more!" I interrupt, making him laugh.
"Well, that's very evident then." He smiles that breat-taking smile and I kiss him again.
Camera's were going off, people were screaming and shouting, paparazzi shouted questions--All of which we ignored.
When I finally got down to let him leave, he picked his things up and walked with me out the exit.
There was yat another black SUV waiting for us this time and once Harry's things were in the car, he got in the back with me.
He kissed me deeply again and smiled, slowly beginning to French kiss me.
As soon as we got back to my place, we were cuddled together on the couch, not wanting to waste a second with each other.
He was back, I was happy and I knew that I wasn't going to let him out of my sight.
So, as I snuggled closer, I felt him near my ear.
"So, about that wedding..." He says slowly.
I frown in confusion and freeze in my place.
"Where would you like to have it?" He asked and I jerked my ehad to look up at him.
"What?" My breath was very shallow as I processed his question.
"Where should we have the wedding?" He asked.
"Are you???" I say, still wondering.
A smile forms on his face and he leans closer to me.
"Oh, I didn't ask you did I?" He smirks.
I turn my head slightly, looking at him like I was being pranked.
"Then let me ask you this properly.....Will you marry me?" He asks.
My eyes widened and I gazed into his eyes. "Are you--"
"Serious?" He cuts me off. "Yes, I'm quite serious."
My smile was uncontrollable as I said 'yes' to him.
I almost didn't think I said it--I thought it was just my thoughts--But I had and that was something I'd never regret.
"Yes, I'll marry you." I said and he kissed me passionately.
I was happy and smiling and I knew right then and there that this was just the beginning....

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