You rush into a nice-looking café, feeling a little flustered. Harry has suggested you meet there and that he has something special for you. And you're late. You run a hand through your hair, trying to do some last-minute preparation.
Suddenly you bump into a tall figure. Looking upwards, you realise it's Harry. He slings his harms around you immediately, hugging you tightly.
"Oh my god, I thought you'd had an accident or something. You scared me," he sighs, looking relieved.
"Sorry, the traffic's really bad," you grimace. He nods and leads the way to a little table in the corner of the café. You look around, admiring the simple, but beautiful decor.
"It's a special place isn't it?" Harry grins, seeing your expression. You nod and sit down opposite him. As soon as you're both settled, he locks eyes with you. And you can't help but focus on his green orbs, it's like you're nearly drowning in them. They're so beautiful. He breaks the eye contact with a sigh, mumbling something you don't quite catch. You decide not to pursue it.
"So, let's order, shall we?" he then asks enthusiastically, handing you a menu.
Harry, being indecisive as he usually is, takes double the time as you do to choose a meal. The waiter that has popped up in the meantime is keeping up his smile valiantly, although it looks a little strained.
"Have you chosen yet, sir?" he then asks, one last time.
"You know what, I'm just going to do this," Harry muses, closing his eyes. He waves his hand around, then suddenly jabs it onto the menu, thereby choosing a meal. He opens his eyes again, then telling the waiter what it is. The waiter seems relieved and scurries off.
"Um, I just have to pop to the loo, I'll be a minute," Harry then tells you. You nod, but you notice how nervous he looks. Reading him is easy. Why would he be nervous about going to the toilet though?
Weighing the different reasons in your mind, you come to a conclusion. He's either scared of public toilets, or he's about to announce something bad. The former seems ridiculous, so you decide to pursue the second reason.
You stop all your thoughts immediately. What if he's going to break up with you? Could Harry do that? You had been together for a few years now. Would it be easy to let go?
When he's back again, you feel uneasy and not so much at peace. When is he going to say it?
"Uh, I need to talk to you about something," Harry then stutters, disrupting your thoughts with his beautiful voice. You bite your lip and blink a few times to control the tears that are sure to surface.
"Okay, so we've been together for a pretty long time now, right?" he starts. You nod. That's correct.
"And I seriously love it, but-"
He cuts himself off, looking a if he was searching for the right words to say it.
"But what?" you ask dully. Here comes the music.
"I want to take our relationship further. I've had enough time to think about it, I've come to the conclusion that I truly love you. And I know you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with," he says slowly. Your eyes widen. He's going in a whole new direction. No pun intended.
He pulls out a little box. If it's possible, your eyes widen even further. Is he proposing to you? Aren't you both a bit young for that?
Harry catches sight of your expression and opens his mouth quickly.
"No, no, no, I'm not proposing to you, don't worry. Of course, I'd love to do that someday, but the time isn't now. This is different," he explains in a rush. You let out a breath of relief and lean back.
"This, is a promise ring," he then announces, opening the box to reveal a gorgeous ring. Silver with sapphires and diamonds creating a beautiful pattern.
"That's amazing, Harry," you breathe, leaning forwards to have a proper look at it.
"And it's yours now," he smiles, slipping it into your finger.
"Look, it's a metaphor of my promises to you. I promise to love you every day, whatever happens, forever. I promise to do my best to remind you how beautiful and amazing you are. Every day. I promise that I will be honoured if I get the chance to still be by your side in the future. I promise that I'll be there for you. I promise that there will be another ring at some point, then a third ring, if you agree to it."
Your eyes dampen during his speech and you wordlessly lean across the table to give him a long kiss.
"I love you so much," you whisper, dabbing at your eyes.
"And I love you," he smiles easily, as if the words roll off his tongue naturally when he's talking to you.
"I promise the same, I promise that I'll be yours if you'll be mine," you sniff, smiling as he grabs hold of your hand.
"Thank you," he says.
This is reaaaaaally cheesy, I'm sorry.