headmaster styles.
○ The Proposal ○
Those who start together, end together.
April 11, 2012
Anastasia Greene’s Bedroom
He looked… Nervous. As if he was trying to ask me to marry him or something. As if, he would never ask me that again. Not after what happened… Unless he would… He twisted his fingers and I smiled, sitting down on my bed. “Um, I... Listen,” he approached my bed and sat down beside me, “Do you really want me to get married to Penelope?”
“Harry it’s a little late for that, don’t you think? You’re wedding is less than a month,” I said and he shook his head.
“I know that but… Do you want me to get married? To her?” He was looking for a sincere answer. I know he was.
“Well, of course not.” When I looked at him, a wave of satisfaction washed over him and over me.
“Okay,” he took a deep breath and smiled, “You know how we’ve been saying we want to be together, but we don’t know how to stop the wedding?” I nodded my head, “Well, I know how. Believe it or not.” Oh really, Styles?
“How?” I laughed at his enthusiasm and he smiled again, grabbing my hand in his.
“Run away with me.” I frowned. I can’t run away… “Run away with me and everything will be just the way it used to be. No Penelope, no dumbass Brazton to get in the way. We would be able to flirt in public, and have fun.”
I was silent, and my silence made him settle from his enthusiasm. “Your proposal is great Harry, but…”
“But what?” he sounded exasperated.
“I can’t run away. I just don’t want to be alone.” I sighed and he held my hand tighter.
“That’s the thing. You won’t be alone,” he stopped and put his hand on my neck.
“But what if you leave me? Then I’ll be alone.” Tears filled my eyes and he shook his head, rubbing my jaw with his thumb.
“Do you honestly think after all we’ve been through these last few days, that I would leave you?” he asked and I let him wipe away my tears.
“You’ve left me before,” I cried out and looked down, making him scoot closer to me. “I can’t let that happen again.”
“Then don’t let it happen again,” he got closer to me and I buried my head in his chest as he rubbed my back, “I won’t ever leave you.”
“I sure hope not,” I huffed and he made me look at him.
“So, how about that proposal again?” he smiled once more and I swallowed. “I mean it. When we run away together, it will be like the two of us are the only ones alive. But baby,” he faced me and ran his fingers through his hair, “That’s what I feel like when I’m around you. And when I’m away from you I go a little crazy, me. I can’t stand to be away from you, Anastasia. You are my life. You are the reason why I am breathing. You are my air…” I teared up again and he wiped them away. “Just think, when we run away together,” he leaned forward and grinned broadly, “It will only be Ana and Harry.”
My heart sank to my stomach and my mouth dropped. I pulled my hands from his to rub my temples and I stood up from the bed, making him stand up with me. I began to sob. It will always be Ana and Harry, yet you technically cheated on me. It will always be Ana and Harry… Ana and Harry… Penelope and Harry… I cried harder. I put my hands on the wall and rested my forehead on it, breathing hard as my tears frantically fell down my cheeks. I love you, Penelope. Trust me, it’s only Penelope and Harry. “Oh my God,” I cried out and closed my eyes tightly.
“Anastasia? What’s wrong? Please tell me what’s wrong,” Harry’s voice cracked and I turned towards him. My heart broke when I looked at him and I shook my head.
“Ana and Harry? Really? How much lower could you go?” I cried out again and he frowned.
“What? What are you talking about?” he became stern and I rolled my eyes.
“Really?” I shuddered out a breath and hugged myself, “Ana and Harry was before, when I actually believed it.”
“You don’t believe me when I say it now?” his eyes softened and I sighed.
I shook my head and said, “Not anymore. No.”
“Anastasia,” Harry called, making me lean against the wall, “I don’t care if you don’t believe in us as much as I do, but I still want you to run away with me.”
“Why?” I asked, tears pouring from my eyes.
“You know why,” his voice cracked again and I balled my fists.
“Why?” I screamed and he grabbed my shoulder, pushing me to the wall.
“Because I want to get away from this hell-hole! Because I want to be alone with you for more than five fucking minutes! Because I love you and I don’t want to get married to anyone else besides you! God, Anastasia! I just want you…” he took a step towards me and put his hands on my cheeks, “I want all of you. Forever.”
“You serious?” I asked, and he put his hands on either sides of my head.
“You still don’t believe me?” he frowned and looked down.
“I do, I really do. And I love you. But I don’t want to live like this anymore.” I swallowed and he looked back up to me.
“So basically what you’re saying is, that you don’t want to be with me?” he arched his jaw and I hastily shook my head.
“I want to be with you. I just…” I trailed off and he nodded his head.
“But you just don’t.” He bit his lip and it was quiet for a minute, and all you could hear was the sound of our rapid breaths.
“Harry I-I can’t run away with you.” I shook my head again, more tears falling from my eyes and some building up in his.
But then he turned angry, “Fine. Fine. I don’t really give a fuck anymore.”
“Harry,” I reached for him but he shoved my arms away, grabbing one of them and pulling me out of the room, down the stairs, and to the front door, “Harry, stop.”
“No! This may be the one time that I will ever push you away, Anastasia Greene. But I can guarantee you that I won’t do it again. I won’t stop loving you, but you have to believe me when I say this,” he stepped outside of the house and pulled me out with him, “I don’t believe in love that often. But what we had was fucking real. I know it was. I may have been stubborn and an ass at the beginning, but I know deep down in your heart that you loved that. You loved every bit of it. And when you were uptight and bitchy all the damned time, I loved it. I loved it when you yelled at me, I loved it when you laughed, I loved it when you smiled.”
He sucked in a breath, “What we had was something special. It wasn’t like anything I ever felt before. For true. And I don’t like to love people. Hell, I don’t even love half of my family. But I love you. I know I do. You may not believe it, but I do. I love every part of you. Your smile, your hair, your body, your imperfections. I love you more than anything. In fact I’ve learned to love you so much that I’ve actually forgot how to love myself. Because that’s how I feel for you Anastasia. That’s how I’ve always felt for you, and that’s how I’ll always feel for you.”
“You are my one true love, and I can’t help but say that. You know me better than anyone on this earth, and you should be pretty proud and lucky because I didn’t tell a damned soul besides you about my personal life, and you should thank me for that. I thank you for the experience I’ve had with you, Anastasia. I thank you for the love you tried to show to me. Just… Try not to give it to someone else. Cause my love for you is still growing, and I know for damn sure that I won’t give it to anybody else. Vous êtes le seul à tenir mon coeur. Be thankful.” He wiped a tear that fell from his eye as I constantly tried to wipe mine away.
“I don’t want to leave you,” I cried and he bit his lip.
“The only way you won’t be able to leave me is if you run away with me.” He held out his hand and I looked down, crying harder.
“I can’t.” I ran my hands down my face.
“Then leave me,” he stated, and I looked up at him, tears falling, practically pouring down my cheeks. “Hell, I don’t want you to leave me either Anastasia. It hurts me more than anything to see you go. It fucking hurts. But it hurts worse to hear you say no to me when I tell you to run away with me. It hurts like hell. And since you’re not going to do so, leave me. Go away. I can’t deal with this secret shit with you anymore.”
“Harry.” I tried to reach for him but he growled at me, making me stop.
“J-Just don’t be late for the wedding.” He swallowed before walking back into the house… Probably out of my life forever. I slid down the door and cried. I just cried. I didn’t think, I didn’t do anything else. I just cried and sobbed.
Now it will never be, Ana and Harry.
April 11, 2012
Anastasia Greene’s Bedroom
He looked… Nervous. As if he was trying to ask me to marry him or something. As if, he would never ask me that again. Not after what happened… Unless he would… He twisted his fingers and I smiled, sitting down on my bed. “Um, I... Listen,” he approached my bed and sat down beside me, “Do you really want me to get married to Penelope?”
“Harry it’s a little late for that, don’t you think? You’re wedding is less than a month,” I said and he shook his head.
“I know that but… Do you want me to get married? To her?” He was looking for a sincere answer. I know he was.
“Well, of course not.” When I looked at him, a wave of satisfaction washed over him and over me.
“Okay,” he took a deep breath and smiled, “You know how we’ve been saying we want to be together, but we don’t know how to stop the wedding?” I nodded my head, “Well, I know how. Believe it or not.” Oh really, Styles?
“How?” I laughed at his enthusiasm and he smiled again, grabbing my hand in his.
“Run away with me.” I frowned. I can’t run away… “Run away with me and everything will be just the way it used to be. No Penelope, no dumbass Brazton to get in the way. We would be able to flirt in public, and have fun.”
I was silent, and my silence made him settle from his enthusiasm. “Your proposal is great Harry, but…”
“But what?” he sounded exasperated.
“I can’t run away. I just don’t want to be alone.” I sighed and he held my hand tighter.
“That’s the thing. You won’t be alone,” he stopped and put his hand on my neck.
“But what if you leave me? Then I’ll be alone.” Tears filled my eyes and he shook his head, rubbing my jaw with his thumb.
“Do you honestly think after all we’ve been through these last few days, that I would leave you?” he asked and I let him wipe away my tears.
“You’ve left me before,” I cried out and looked down, making him scoot closer to me. “I can’t let that happen again.”
“Then don’t let it happen again,” he got closer to me and I buried my head in his chest as he rubbed my back, “I won’t ever leave you.”
“I sure hope not,” I huffed and he made me look at him.
“So, how about that proposal again?” he smiled once more and I swallowed. “I mean it. When we run away together, it will be like the two of us are the only ones alive. But baby,” he faced me and ran his fingers through his hair, “That’s what I feel like when I’m around you. And when I’m away from you I go a little crazy, me. I can’t stand to be away from you, Anastasia. You are my life. You are the reason why I am breathing. You are my air…” I teared up again and he wiped them away. “Just think, when we run away together,” he leaned forward and grinned broadly, “It will only be Ana and Harry.”
My heart sank to my stomach and my mouth dropped. I pulled my hands from his to rub my temples and I stood up from the bed, making him stand up with me. I began to sob. It will always be Ana and Harry, yet you technically cheated on me. It will always be Ana and Harry… Ana and Harry… Penelope and Harry… I cried harder. I put my hands on the wall and rested my forehead on it, breathing hard as my tears frantically fell down my cheeks. I love you, Penelope. Trust me, it’s only Penelope and Harry. “Oh my God,” I cried out and closed my eyes tightly.
“Anastasia? What’s wrong? Please tell me what’s wrong,” Harry’s voice cracked and I turned towards him. My heart broke when I looked at him and I shook my head.
“Ana and Harry? Really? How much lower could you go?” I cried out again and he frowned.
“What? What are you talking about?” he became stern and I rolled my eyes.
“Really?” I shuddered out a breath and hugged myself, “Ana and Harry was before, when I actually believed it.”
“You don’t believe me when I say it now?” his eyes softened and I sighed.
I shook my head and said, “Not anymore. No.”
“Anastasia,” Harry called, making me lean against the wall, “I don’t care if you don’t believe in us as much as I do, but I still want you to run away with me.”
“Why?” I asked, tears pouring from my eyes.
“You know why,” his voice cracked again and I balled my fists.
“Why?” I screamed and he grabbed my shoulder, pushing me to the wall.
“Because I want to get away from this hell-hole! Because I want to be alone with you for more than five fucking minutes! Because I love you and I don’t want to get married to anyone else besides you! God, Anastasia! I just want you…” he took a step towards me and put his hands on my cheeks, “I want all of you. Forever.”
“You serious?” I asked, and he put his hands on either sides of my head.
“You still don’t believe me?” he frowned and looked down.
“I do, I really do. And I love you. But I don’t want to live like this anymore.” I swallowed and he looked back up to me.
“So basically what you’re saying is, that you don’t want to be with me?” he arched his jaw and I hastily shook my head.
“I want to be with you. I just…” I trailed off and he nodded his head.
“But you just don’t.” He bit his lip and it was quiet for a minute, and all you could hear was the sound of our rapid breaths.
“Harry I-I can’t run away with you.” I shook my head again, more tears falling from my eyes and some building up in his.
But then he turned angry, “Fine. Fine. I don’t really give a fuck anymore.”
“Harry,” I reached for him but he shoved my arms away, grabbing one of them and pulling me out of the room, down the stairs, and to the front door, “Harry, stop.”
“No! This may be the one time that I will ever push you away, Anastasia Greene. But I can guarantee you that I won’t do it again. I won’t stop loving you, but you have to believe me when I say this,” he stepped outside of the house and pulled me out with him, “I don’t believe in love that often. But what we had was fucking real. I know it was. I may have been stubborn and an ass at the beginning, but I know deep down in your heart that you loved that. You loved every bit of it. And when you were uptight and bitchy all the damned time, I loved it. I loved it when you yelled at me, I loved it when you laughed, I loved it when you smiled.”
He sucked in a breath, “What we had was something special. It wasn’t like anything I ever felt before. For true. And I don’t like to love people. Hell, I don’t even love half of my family. But I love you. I know I do. You may not believe it, but I do. I love every part of you. Your smile, your hair, your body, your imperfections. I love you more than anything. In fact I’ve learned to love you so much that I’ve actually forgot how to love myself. Because that’s how I feel for you Anastasia. That’s how I’ve always felt for you, and that’s how I’ll always feel for you.”
“You are my one true love, and I can’t help but say that. You know me better than anyone on this earth, and you should be pretty proud and lucky because I didn’t tell a damned soul besides you about my personal life, and you should thank me for that. I thank you for the experience I’ve had with you, Anastasia. I thank you for the love you tried to show to me. Just… Try not to give it to someone else. Cause my love for you is still growing, and I know for damn sure that I won’t give it to anybody else. Vous êtes le seul à tenir mon coeur. Be thankful.” He wiped a tear that fell from his eye as I constantly tried to wipe mine away.
“I don’t want to leave you,” I cried and he bit his lip.
“The only way you won’t be able to leave me is if you run away with me.” He held out his hand and I looked down, crying harder.
“I can’t.” I ran my hands down my face.
“Then leave me,” he stated, and I looked up at him, tears falling, practically pouring down my cheeks. “Hell, I don’t want you to leave me either Anastasia. It hurts me more than anything to see you go. It fucking hurts. But it hurts worse to hear you say no to me when I tell you to run away with me. It hurts like hell. And since you’re not going to do so, leave me. Go away. I can’t deal with this secret shit with you anymore.”
“Harry.” I tried to reach for him but he growled at me, making me stop.
“J-Just don’t be late for the wedding.” He swallowed before walking back into the house… Probably out of my life forever. I slid down the door and cried. I just cried. I didn’t think, I didn’t do anything else. I just cried and sobbed.
Now it will never be, Ana and Harry.
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bruh, Mayday Parade is killer. I'll have to listen to it and read that chapter at the same time haha.
2/21/17