Harry kept his eyes on London during the whole dinner. London kept her eyes on her dinner. No one was able to pronounce themselves about the wedding. Louis was the one to break the silence.


"So... When do you want the wedding to be?"


Harry's frown turned into a small smile while London, mumbled to herself a simple "never...". Lucky her, nobody heard it. Everyone was waiting for them to answer. Some eyes on London others on Harry. London notice the glares on her and gave them a simple answer.




"Why are you looking at me? I'm not the one who chose to get married. Very less at age of seventeen."





No one knew how to answer her. Not even Harry. She just nodded her head, sure that she was right. He had no right over her. He had no right on claiming her, or even deciding that they would get married.


She got up, leaving everyone confused and Harry wondering if he should go after her or not.