Forgotten
Chapter 35
Chelsea
******Chelsea's P.O.V.*******
"Mr. Simon Cowell's office." I said into the phone.
"Um, I have a a package at 243 Broadway for a Mr.Simon Cowell."
"I'll have one of his drivers pick it up."
"Um I'm sorry miss, but I was told that only Simon Cowell or his assistant can pick it up." sighed then grabbed my pen and paper.
"What was that address again?" I asked into the phone trying to not sound exasperated.
"243 Broadway."
"I'll be there in a few minutes." I said hanging up the phone. I grabbed my blazer, phone, and car keys and headed through the elevator to the parking garage.
*Skip Car Ride*
As arrived at the destination, I looked at the building then back at the paper several times to make sure I hadn't gotten messed up. I gave up after a few minutes then finally went inside. It looked beat to hell in here, like a bomb went off inside it. The level I was in was completely open, except for a little door that I suppose went into another room. I looked down at my phone, trying to figure out where I really was. Then I heard one of my favorite songs start to play throughout the entire room. (Thinking Out Loud -Ed Sheeran)
I quickly looked up and saw someone I never even think I'd see here- Harry. He stood in front of me holding a bouquet of roses in his hand, while the other was in his pocket.
"Chelsea Andrea Mills. You're my best friend. You're smart, funny, talented, gorgeous, sweet, beautiful, and the prettiest girl I've ever laid my eyes on in my entire life. You were always there for me, through thick and thin, and by the grace of God himself, he keeps bringing us together, over and over again. You were all I've ever wanted in life, I just wanted someone to love me for me; not for my fame. You understand me, and you take care of me. Letting you go over and over again has been the hardest thing I've ever had to do. It felt like someone ripped my heart out, through it out the street, and left me there to die. I know I've made the worst mistakes possible, and I have no idea how you will ever forgive me for them. But, I love you more than anything in the entire world. I love you with all of my heart, and my soul. So, will you, Chelsea Andrea Mills, give me the biggest honor in the entire world, and marry me?" Harry asked down on one knee, with the ring box open right before me.
I had no idea what to do. I fell down to my knees as the tears stained down my cheeks. And just then, I didn't remember all of the terrible, bad memories; I remembered the good memories. The ones that'd been replaced with hate, the ones that I should've treasured. I finally took my courage and looked up at him.
"Y-Yes." Just as I said that simple, small word, his face lit up with pure happieness. He quickly put the ring on my finger, and took my face in his hands.
"I love you so much." He said as he looked into my eyes. He rubbed his thumbs over my cheeks and wiped away my tears.
"You're my everything." I laughed a little then connected our lips for the first time as engaged.
"Oh and Chelsea." He said pulling away from me.
"Yeah?" I sniffled as I put my hands on the back of his neck.
"I'm never letting you push me away...ever again."
******Chelsea's P.O.V.*******
"Mr. Simon Cowell's office." I said into the phone.
"Um, I have a a package at 243 Broadway for a Mr.Simon Cowell."
"I'll have one of his drivers pick it up."
"Um I'm sorry miss, but I was told that only Simon Cowell or his assistant can pick it up." sighed then grabbed my pen and paper.
"What was that address again?" I asked into the phone trying to not sound exasperated.
"243 Broadway."
"I'll be there in a few minutes." I said hanging up the phone. I grabbed my blazer, phone, and car keys and headed through the elevator to the parking garage.
*Skip Car Ride*
As arrived at the destination, I looked at the building then back at the paper several times to make sure I hadn't gotten messed up. I gave up after a few minutes then finally went inside. It looked beat to hell in here, like a bomb went off inside it. The level I was in was completely open, except for a little door that I suppose went into another room. I looked down at my phone, trying to figure out where I really was. Then I heard one of my favorite songs start to play throughout the entire room. (Thinking Out Loud -Ed Sheeran)
I quickly looked up and saw someone I never even think I'd see here- Harry. He stood in front of me holding a bouquet of roses in his hand, while the other was in his pocket.
"Chelsea Andrea Mills. You're my best friend. You're smart, funny, talented, gorgeous, sweet, beautiful, and the prettiest girl I've ever laid my eyes on in my entire life. You were always there for me, through thick and thin, and by the grace of God himself, he keeps bringing us together, over and over again. You were all I've ever wanted in life, I just wanted someone to love me for me; not for my fame. You understand me, and you take care of me. Letting you go over and over again has been the hardest thing I've ever had to do. It felt like someone ripped my heart out, through it out the street, and left me there to die. I know I've made the worst mistakes possible, and I have no idea how you will ever forgive me for them. But, I love you more than anything in the entire world. I love you with all of my heart, and my soul. So, will you, Chelsea Andrea Mills, give me the biggest honor in the entire world, and marry me?" Harry asked down on one knee, with the ring box open right before me.
I had no idea what to do. I fell down to my knees as the tears stained down my cheeks. And just then, I didn't remember all of the terrible, bad memories; I remembered the good memories. The ones that'd been replaced with hate, the ones that I should've treasured. I finally took my courage and looked up at him.
"Y-Yes." Just as I said that simple, small word, his face lit up with pure happieness. He quickly put the ring on my finger, and took my face in his hands.
"I love you so much." He said as he looked into my eyes. He rubbed his thumbs over my cheeks and wiped away my tears.
"You're my everything." I laughed a little then connected our lips for the first time as engaged.
"Oh and Chelsea." He said pulling away from me.
"Yeah?" I sniffled as I put my hands on the back of his neck.
"I'm never letting you push me away...ever again."
Notes
Okay, I'm sorry but Idk bout you guys but I started getting a little teary eyed writing this.
When you try to be romantic and 'dem waves be gettin' in yo way.
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2/13/15