Summer Break
The beginning.
*3 years later*
Chelsea Lately
Chelsea: Annabelle Johnson everybody!
Me: Hi. It’s so great to be here!
Chelsea: It is, I host such a great show.
Me: You do, You do.
Chelsea: So let’s get to the point here. You and Harry Styles.
Me: Uh… huh.
Chelsea: So you two have been together for a while. *I nod.* So the first time people saw you together was at the VMA’s a couple of years ago.
Me: Yea.
Chelsea: I’ve heard there’s more to the story about that. Did you guys know each other?
Me: Uh, we did actually.
Chelsea: Okay, so tell us everything! I mean, if you can. I know how Harry can be! He might come make me eggs or something but to be mean, he’ll make it after I’ve already had food.
Me: No, no. We’ve actually talked about this. Some of the story is quite embarrassing though.
Chelsea: Oh good, that makes it better.
Me: Yea, so the summer after I graduated, I went to the Bahamas with my two best friends and they were together. So the first night we were there, I didn’t really want to be in the room because, you know. So I went down to the bar because I was 18 and could legally drink. I ordered some fruity drink, and then Harry actually sat down a couple stools next to me. It’s kinda funny, and I don’t think he knows this, but I didn’t want to stare! So I grabbed my phone from my pocket just so I could look at him and I started freaking out.
Chelsea: Already sounds great.
Me: Yea, but I was like on Twitter seeing if it could really be him. I completely ignored the drink in front of me then he told me that my drink would be better if I drank it.
Chelsea: That’s where it all started guys!
Me: Mostly, I mean that night we went for a walk together and what was terrible was that sometime during the night he told me he liked my bracelet. I just remember being so embarrassed because I was wearing a One Direction one, and I was like ‘Well, now there’s no way in hell I’m ever going to see him again. But we ended up spending the rest of the summer together until I had to leave and move out here.
Chelsea: You know, you just told those girls something they wanted to hear. Now they know if you two ever get into a fight to do 3 things. First, Wear a One Direction Bracelet. Two, Go to a bar. Three, order a drink, just don’t drink it.
Me: Basically.
Chelsea: Last question about you two. So, you’ve been together for a while like I’ve said. Are you guys thinking about moving in together? I just want to know who would win the fight over moving to LA or London honestly.
Me: No we haven’t actually. We’re both busy so I don’t really know; we haven’t really talked about it.
Chelsea: No marriage talk or anything? *I shrug and shake my head.* Well, I honestly wish you both the best of luck. You two are the sweetest people I have met and you deserve eachother.
Me: Well, thank you very much.
***
“Who’s idea was it to invite this many people over? This is a lot of dishes.” I complained, washing the 12th plate tonight.
“The dinner was worth it you have to admit, and your uncle’s blueberry goat cheese pie! Sounds gross, tastes delicious.” Harry reminisces on the piece of pie he had only 15 minutes ago while loading the dishes I hand him into the dishwasher.
“It’s seriously my favorite! He made it the first year my family moved to Washington and I almost died, it really is delicious.” I agreed.
We were at Harry’s home in England for Thanksgiving this year. I know they don’t really celebrate it here, but Harry wanted mine and his family to have a Holiday together. I decided not to question anything and agreed with him. We flew my family out, including my Aunt and Uncle and two cousins. One he’s met before and the other was married and living in Japan, so we flew them both here. Then my other two Uncles and their ‘partners’ were also here. Harry’s sister and parents were all here as well. It was very nice and we all had a good time. His family made some English delicacies and mine made all the traditional American Thanksgiving food. Everyone helped clear the table, and Harry and I said we would do the dishes and I really hate washing dishes. But with both of us doing it, we would be done soon enough.
When we walked out to the living room, everyone was chatting about amongst themselves. Gemma was talking with my oldest cousin Samantha and her husband Will. The adults were talking about the different places they wanted to see before they left. I sat down on the open love seat cross-legged. Harry sat down beside me, putting his hand on my knee.
“Annabelle.” My uncle Bill said.
“Yea?”
“Could you do me a favor and go get the charger from the car, please?” he asked holding out the keys.
“Yea, sure. Wanna come with me? It’s dark and rainy.” I say to Harry.
He nods and stands up with me, taking my hand in his. I get the keys from my uncle and walk outside. It’s colder than I thought it would be, but the rain is kind of nice.
“I like it here.” I whisper.
“I’m glad.” He says quietly, sounding quite nervous.
“Are you okay Harry?” I turn to look at him, but it’s so dark I see nothing,
“Yea, I’m fine. Let’s get that charger.”
When I walked to the driver’s door, Harry stays behind me while I climb over the seat to get it. As soon as it’s in my hand, I stuff it in my pocket and then back out of the car. When I shut it, Harry’s there when I turn.
“Dance with me.” He says holding his hands out.
“Okay,” I agree with a shy smile.
He places one hand on my waist and the other has my hand in it, and my free hand went on his shoulder. We swayed back and forth in the pouring rain, and then Harry turned me around. As I completed the spin, he pulled me close to him.
“I love you.” He said, staring into my eyes.
“I love you, Harry.” I smile.
“You make me the happiest man, you know that? The past four years, even when we weren’t together, have been the best 4 years of my life. Knowing that you will always be here for me, or honest with me, makes me know I have found the right girl. I know that when you tell me that I need to cut my hair, or stop wearing bandanas all the time, you’re doing it from love and because you care about me. I love that you value our relationship as much as I do. I love that we can be happy together and we can tell each other anything. Meeting you has been the best thing to ever happen to me.” I smile at his words, “And that’s why I would like to know.” And he gets down on one knee. My right hand flies up to my mouth in attempt to cover its openness. Harry still holds onto my left hand and pulls a small black box from his pocket. “Annabelle Marie Johnson, I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, I want to be with you through everything, Will you marry me?”
There were tears, but with the rain you couldn’t see them. Memories from our first kiss in the rain clouded my mind, did he really plan this? And then finally me eyes moved from his to the ring inside the box.
“Oh my gosh, Harry. I, yes! Yes, of course I will marry you!”
He jumps off the ground and picks me up to swing my around. After putting me down he slides the ring onto my finger, and then kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me. I feel one of his arms shoot up into the air, and then screams are shouted from the balcony on the second floor of his home. I look up at our families standing there, yelling at us with smiles across their faces.
I look up at my fiancé, who has the deepest dimpled smile I have ever seen.
“I love you, Harry.”
“I love you so much, baby.” He kisses me again, but quickly this time. “We should go inside; one of us is going to be ill tomorrow.” He laughs leading us back to the home.
“The ring is beautiful.” I say as we walk. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad you like it, I had a hell of a time finding the perfect one.”
I watch him as we walk. He’s mine.
This is the beginning to my forever, only the beginning.
Chelsea Lately
Chelsea: Annabelle Johnson everybody!
Me: Hi. It’s so great to be here!
Chelsea: It is, I host such a great show.
Me: You do, You do.
Chelsea: So let’s get to the point here. You and Harry Styles.
Me: Uh… huh.
Chelsea: So you two have been together for a while. *I nod.* So the first time people saw you together was at the VMA’s a couple of years ago.
Me: Yea.
Chelsea: I’ve heard there’s more to the story about that. Did you guys know each other?
Me: Uh, we did actually.
Chelsea: Okay, so tell us everything! I mean, if you can. I know how Harry can be! He might come make me eggs or something but to be mean, he’ll make it after I’ve already had food.
Me: No, no. We’ve actually talked about this. Some of the story is quite embarrassing though.
Chelsea: Oh good, that makes it better.
Me: Yea, so the summer after I graduated, I went to the Bahamas with my two best friends and they were together. So the first night we were there, I didn’t really want to be in the room because, you know. So I went down to the bar because I was 18 and could legally drink. I ordered some fruity drink, and then Harry actually sat down a couple stools next to me. It’s kinda funny, and I don’t think he knows this, but I didn’t want to stare! So I grabbed my phone from my pocket just so I could look at him and I started freaking out.
Chelsea: Already sounds great.
Me: Yea, but I was like on Twitter seeing if it could really be him. I completely ignored the drink in front of me then he told me that my drink would be better if I drank it.
Chelsea: That’s where it all started guys!
Me: Mostly, I mean that night we went for a walk together and what was terrible was that sometime during the night he told me he liked my bracelet. I just remember being so embarrassed because I was wearing a One Direction one, and I was like ‘Well, now there’s no way in hell I’m ever going to see him again. But we ended up spending the rest of the summer together until I had to leave and move out here.
Chelsea: You know, you just told those girls something they wanted to hear. Now they know if you two ever get into a fight to do 3 things. First, Wear a One Direction Bracelet. Two, Go to a bar. Three, order a drink, just don’t drink it.
Me: Basically.
Chelsea: Last question about you two. So, you’ve been together for a while like I’ve said. Are you guys thinking about moving in together? I just want to know who would win the fight over moving to LA or London honestly.
Me: No we haven’t actually. We’re both busy so I don’t really know; we haven’t really talked about it.
Chelsea: No marriage talk or anything? *I shrug and shake my head.* Well, I honestly wish you both the best of luck. You two are the sweetest people I have met and you deserve eachother.
Me: Well, thank you very much.
***
“Who’s idea was it to invite this many people over? This is a lot of dishes.” I complained, washing the 12th plate tonight.
“The dinner was worth it you have to admit, and your uncle’s blueberry goat cheese pie! Sounds gross, tastes delicious.” Harry reminisces on the piece of pie he had only 15 minutes ago while loading the dishes I hand him into the dishwasher.
“It’s seriously my favorite! He made it the first year my family moved to Washington and I almost died, it really is delicious.” I agreed.
We were at Harry’s home in England for Thanksgiving this year. I know they don’t really celebrate it here, but Harry wanted mine and his family to have a Holiday together. I decided not to question anything and agreed with him. We flew my family out, including my Aunt and Uncle and two cousins. One he’s met before and the other was married and living in Japan, so we flew them both here. Then my other two Uncles and their ‘partners’ were also here. Harry’s sister and parents were all here as well. It was very nice and we all had a good time. His family made some English delicacies and mine made all the traditional American Thanksgiving food. Everyone helped clear the table, and Harry and I said we would do the dishes and I really hate washing dishes. But with both of us doing it, we would be done soon enough.
When we walked out to the living room, everyone was chatting about amongst themselves. Gemma was talking with my oldest cousin Samantha and her husband Will. The adults were talking about the different places they wanted to see before they left. I sat down on the open love seat cross-legged. Harry sat down beside me, putting his hand on my knee.
“Annabelle.” My uncle Bill said.
“Yea?”
“Could you do me a favor and go get the charger from the car, please?” he asked holding out the keys.
“Yea, sure. Wanna come with me? It’s dark and rainy.” I say to Harry.
He nods and stands up with me, taking my hand in his. I get the keys from my uncle and walk outside. It’s colder than I thought it would be, but the rain is kind of nice.
“I like it here.” I whisper.
“I’m glad.” He says quietly, sounding quite nervous.
“Are you okay Harry?” I turn to look at him, but it’s so dark I see nothing,
“Yea, I’m fine. Let’s get that charger.”
When I walked to the driver’s door, Harry stays behind me while I climb over the seat to get it. As soon as it’s in my hand, I stuff it in my pocket and then back out of the car. When I shut it, Harry’s there when I turn.
“Dance with me.” He says holding his hands out.
“Okay,” I agree with a shy smile.
He places one hand on my waist and the other has my hand in it, and my free hand went on his shoulder. We swayed back and forth in the pouring rain, and then Harry turned me around. As I completed the spin, he pulled me close to him.
“I love you.” He said, staring into my eyes.
“I love you, Harry.” I smile.
“You make me the happiest man, you know that? The past four years, even when we weren’t together, have been the best 4 years of my life. Knowing that you will always be here for me, or honest with me, makes me know I have found the right girl. I know that when you tell me that I need to cut my hair, or stop wearing bandanas all the time, you’re doing it from love and because you care about me. I love that you value our relationship as much as I do. I love that we can be happy together and we can tell each other anything. Meeting you has been the best thing to ever happen to me.” I smile at his words, “And that’s why I would like to know.” And he gets down on one knee. My right hand flies up to my mouth in attempt to cover its openness. Harry still holds onto my left hand and pulls a small black box from his pocket. “Annabelle Marie Johnson, I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, I want to be with you through everything, Will you marry me?”
There were tears, but with the rain you couldn’t see them. Memories from our first kiss in the rain clouded my mind, did he really plan this? And then finally me eyes moved from his to the ring inside the box.
“Oh my gosh, Harry. I, yes! Yes, of course I will marry you!”
He jumps off the ground and picks me up to swing my around. After putting me down he slides the ring onto my finger, and then kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me. I feel one of his arms shoot up into the air, and then screams are shouted from the balcony on the second floor of his home. I look up at our families standing there, yelling at us with smiles across their faces.
I look up at my fiancé, who has the deepest dimpled smile I have ever seen.
“I love you, Harry.”
“I love you so much, baby.” He kisses me again, but quickly this time. “We should go inside; one of us is going to be ill tomorrow.” He laughs leading us back to the home.
“The ring is beautiful.” I say as we walk. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad you like it, I had a hell of a time finding the perfect one.”
I watch him as we walk. He’s mine.
This is the beginning to my forever, only the beginning.
Notes
So, uhhhhhh. The end. I'm gonna leave an authors note after this. I hope you guys take the time out to read it! I love y'allllllll..xx R
(Anna's Ring)
@All-is-on
Oh, thanks lovely.
3/23/15