He had an idea on what ring he wanted to get. He wasn’t afraid to admit that he’d been on the internet and had a look. He wanted it to be perfect for you. Because to him, you deserved the best. He loved how the smallest of things could put a smile on your face, no matter the expense of it. You did usually moan at him when he came home with a Tiffany & Co bag hanging off of his fingers, because you knew he’d spent money on something for you; something that you didn’t necessarily need. You knew he loved to surprise you with little things, but sometimes he went overboard.
You couldn’t tell him to take it back, because the look of admiration on his face made your heart melt. He loved treating you, and he loved to watch your face light up for just a second as you looked at the glittery and shining diamond bracelet in the box resting on your palm. His face was full of hope, and it made you feel terrible for turning him down.
He knew you didn’t want anything extravagant, because you hated the attention it brought to you. He loved to buy you little bracelets and charms, and even earrings he thought you’d love, and he made sure that they weren’t too large and shiny to draw attention to yourself. He knew you hated people thinking you were with Harry for the money, but he tried to reassure you that if you both knew you were with him because you loved him, then you had nothing to worry about.
He couldn’t wait to see your face when he pulled the ring from its cushiony constraint in the box. His heart raced every time he thought about it. It raced with excitement and nerves; excitement because he would be marrying you. His best friend, and his soul mate. And nerves because you may say no. And you may just reject his offer of marriage.
He needed to get the ring as soon as possible…
* *
Harry hopped up on the counter beside the cooker, where you were standing over the cooking food. The bacon was sizzling in the pan, and the eggs were spitting out fat as they fried. The microwave was humming as the beans were cooking in a bowl, and the toaster jumped up the cooked toast from the racks inside. The kitchen smelt like a proper cooked breakfast, and Harry loved the smell. It made him feel homely, and he fell more in love with you just by watching you sway your hips to the soft music playing from the radio.
“What time did you say Liam and Sophia are coming for breakfast?” You wondered, as you heard his heels bang against the cupboard beneath him. You flipped the bacon over, with a palm pressed to his thigh as you rubbed soft circles into his bare skin. “And what time are you going out? What time is Gemma coming by?” You asked, as you watched his hands pull back his locks, a black hair-band tying it back into a bun.
“Gem’s coming by at 11? And Liam and Sophia are coming soon. I said 10, and it’s 9:40am” He smiled, as he placed a hand over yours. He looked over at you and smiled softly. A strand of hair fell from his band, falling over his forehead and tickling at his nose. “I shouldn’t be out for too long, babe. Gemma wants to go out for a present for my mum. She saw this really beautiful vase, and she wanted some input” He chuckled, as you raised an eyebrow. “I know… Why would she want my input?” Harry laughed, as you giggled and shook your head. Your ponytail swaying from side to side at the back of your head.
“You have a pretty interesting taste in things, you do” You grinned, as you twiddling with the buttons and dials on the cooker. The gas fire instantly flaming out as you turned the cooker off. “Our house is pretty much you, isn’t it?” You giggled, as you watched him hop off the counter. His feet hitting the tiles on the floor.
“You had some input… Your ideas were just not in my state of mind” He teased, as you poked his shoulder playfully. He laughed softly, and wrapped his arms around your waist. His palms flat against your back, his fingers grazing the top of your bum. “This smells incredible, ya’know? Nothing better than having a good smelling kitchen” He winked, as he nuzzled his nose against the skin of your forehead. His breath was warm against your face, and his thumbs were rubbing at the skin of your hips showing from your t-shirt.
“I’d much rather have your ideas, H. You have a wonderful brain inside that head of yours” You sighed, cupping the back of his neck with your palms. He was thoughtful and his ideas always made you think differently about things. That happened a lot. He had changed a couple of ideas in your mind, when you thought you couldn’t think of anything better. “It makes me love you even more, babe” You grin, as he ducks his head down, his lips pouted as he went in for a kiss.
“Ah-ah, mister. I suggest we go and change because you can’t eat breakfast in just a pair of boxers” You giggled, as he groaned lightly. His face scrunching up and his eyes crinkling closed. “I can’t really eat breakfast with just a shirt and a pair of knickers on now, can I?” You stated, as you watched his lips turn into a smirk. “Don’t be disgusting, Styles. Get your bum upstairs now, and shower. We have 20 minutes” You grinned, as he pulled away from your hold. He stood by the counter, leaning over to the sink and reaching for the plates so he could place the bacon and eggs on.
* *
“Thank you for the breakfast, babe. Gemma’s outside now, so I’m going to head off. If you need me, give me a ring, yeah?” Harry smiled, as he walked into the kitchen with his shoes on his feet. Sophia was still chomping down the breakfast and Liam was stood at the counter with the kettle in his hand, pouring three mugs of tea. “I love you. Have a good day with these two” He chuckled, as Sophia swallowed the bacon she was chewing on.
“We will take good care of her, Harry. Don’t you worry your head off” Sophia smirked, as Harry gave her a sarcastic laugh. “What? I wasn’t joking. We won’t kill her, or tie her up or anything” She grinned, as she dug her fork into her bacon strip, dragging it through the bean juice left on her plate. She looked up to Harry, who was staring at her, an eyebrow raised and a confused look on his lips.
“Alright… I feel unsafe leaving you here with them now” He joked, as Liam swirled a spoon around, the tinkling noise echoing around the kitchen. Harry ducked his head down and pressed a kiss to your head. His hair flopping down and over your face. “I love you, lots. I might even treat you to some chocolate, if Gemma doesn’t mind going into the Thornton’s shop” He chuckled, as you looked up at him. You placed your fork on your empty plate, as squeezed his hand tightly.
“You don’t have too, mister. I’ve still got that big box you brought me for Christmas. You can help me eat them later, when we have a movie night” You grinned, as he nuzzled his nose into your cheek. He smiled softly, before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Love you, Harry. Go and have some sibling fun time with your sister” You grinned, tapping his cheek softly. You could hear the beep of a car horn come from the front of the house, and you could only imagine a tired and yelling Gemma groaning and moaning because he wasn’t out of the house yet. “Harry, go. Before I force you out of this house” You smirked, as he kissed your nose one more time.
“I’m going, I’m going” He chuckled softly, Have a good day, baby” He smiled as he straightened back up, smiling at Liam as he placed two mugs on the table; one for you and one for Sophia. “Don’t kill her… She may be annoying, but I don’t want to come back to bloodstains on the carpet and the walls” Harry teased, as you gasped and hit his bum lightly.
“Go, Harold!” You hissed, as he laughed loudly and shuffled out the room. A few minutes later, the sound of the front door closing and the sound of a car engine roaring to life filtered through the house.
“You guys seem all cosy recently. What’s going on?” Liam wondered, as he sat opposite you in the chair beside Sophia. You looked to him, wrapping your hands around the circumference of the bottom half of the mug. “Look at the smile on your face! What have we missed, love? C’mon, tell us!” Liam grinned, as Sophia stared at you, a soft smirk on her lips.
“You did it this morning, didn’t you?” She asked, as she took a sip from her mug. You felt your cheeks warm up, and you could tell they were pinking up. You flushed and covered your eyes, sighing softly as you nodded. Your lips curving into a grin. Liam stared at Sophia with a confused look on his face, his eyebrows furrowed and a dip forming in the middle of his forehead. “It’s a girl thing. I can tell with (Y/N), you see. The first time she told me she and Harry had sex, she couldn’t stop grinning” She laughed, as you banged your palm against the table. A look of desperation in your eyes; hoping she would shut up. “Every time she has sex with him, she just grins like a little girl. Harry’s the same, haven’t you noticed?” She wondered, as Liam shook his head.
“You are so bloody weird…” He muttered under his breath as she laughed softly. “I’m serious. You have this weird thing with you, and it freaks me out” He chuckled, as you looked to the both of them.
“The both of you are bloody weird…”
* *
He panicked when his mind raced to the thought of the paparazzi following him. If they got one glimpse of him going into a Tiffany & Co store, it would be all over the internet by the time the evening came around. He was hoping there wouldn’t be fans or stalkers following him, just to get an insight in his day. He knew as soon as they got a glimpse of him, they’d tweet it to you, and tag you in the photos, and he’d be screwed.
He couldn’t have you finding out. It was 3 days until he was going to propose, and he needed to keep it on the down low till then. And he knew that would be difficult, because he wanted to tell you. He wanted to ask you right away. As soon as he stepped into the house from his day with Gemma and Niall, he wanted to slide onto one knee and ask you straight away. He had it all planned out. He remembered sitting in the studio when they were meant to be singing for the album, with his little leather journal resting on his knee and a pen in his hand. Liam, Louis and Niall thought he was writing ideas for songs, when it real terms, he was writing ideas for how he wanted to propose. He wanted to make it perfect, and he wasn’t giving up until he thought up the best idea possible; the idea of proposing on your 5year anniversary coming to him when he was in the booth, singing his heart out to the song he’d wrote with you in mind. He shot from the booth in lightning speed, and grabbed his journal, grabbing the pen and scribbling down the idea.
“Harry? We’re here” He heard Gemma state, with a chuckle from Niall as the blonde boy watched Harry jump from his daydream. “You alright, baby brother? What’s happening in that mind of yours?” She wondered, as she squeezed his arm. His muscles tense and hard under her touch. He gave her a nod, before sending her a soft smile with a nod of his head.
“No, yeah. I’m fine. Just, thinking” He chuckled, as Niall pulled the handle of the back passenger door and opened the door so he could climb out. “Do you think we’ll get noticed? Because I can’t have that happen. If (Y/N) sees me going into the store, she’ll ask questions and then I’ll panic and I can’t let anything escape” He panicked as Gemma rubbed his arm with her thumb. A soft laugh leaving her lips.
“Harry, don’t worry. Okay? We’ll go in quickly. There are no paparazzi around at the moment. If they do end up surrounding the shop, we’ll have to go out the back or call your security or something” Gemma stated as Harry nodded softly. He hoped today would be the day where he wouldn’t be followed. Where he wasn’t published on the front of newspapers, or magazines, or even tweeted about. “I know you, Harry. Stop worrying, okay? Me and Niall will be on the lookout. You know what engagement ring you want, so just go ahead and get it” Gemma smiled, as she unclipped her seatbelt from the clip beside her thigh.
“Thank you for coming today. I didn’t know who to talk to. If I spoke to Mum about it, she’d probably blab it to (Y/N) and ask her if I’ve proposed yet. Sophia probably couldn’t keep her mouth shut either, and she would constantly be around. (Y/N) would get suspicious. I just… I feel like I could trust you more” He smiled, as Gemma grinned widely and pushed at his shoulder softly. He felt a chuckle leave his lips, as he head a tap on his car window.
Niall stood beside the car, a smirk on his face as he pointed to the shop. “C’mon, before we get caught you two” He laughed, as Harry unclipped his seatbelt and reached for the handle of the door, pulling it and pushing the front passenger side open. “About bloody time. C’mon. We’ve not got all day. Let’s get inside, and get this ring. I need to see what it looks like!” Niall begged, as Harry climbed out the car.
* *
“Hello, Mr Styles. It’s lovely to see you again” The middle-aged cashier smiled as she sided up to Harry. His body hunched over the brightly lit counter as he looked through the glass, his eyes scanning the different shining diamonds beneath him. “Are we going to be buying that beloved ring today?” She wondered, as Harry lifted his hand. His hands were pressed flat against the glass beneath him as he studied the array of engagement rings shining in the light.
“Just browsing. I’m not so sure about that specific ring now” Harry sighed, as the woman laughed softly. He had his mind set on one already, but now he wanted to buy one that day, he couldn’t decide whether he wanted the ring he was after or not. He wanted you to like it, and your rejection was still settled into his mind. If he got the wrong ring, you’d decline his marriage offer. However, if he brought the right ring then you would accept his marriage offer, and you’d be well on your way with a wedding. “I was set on one, but then I don’t know if it’s the right one. Will she like it? Will she hate it? If she hates it, she’ll decline my offer. If she loves it, bingo. We’ve got a wedding coming” Harry sighed, as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Oh, Harry. If she loves you, it shouldn’t matter at all what the ring is. I’m sure, if anything, you can get it changed if she really doesn’t like it. Don’t let your mind wander there, sweetheart. If she loves you, the answer will be a definite yes” The woman smiled, as Gemma shuffled over, with Niall following behind her.
“Mate, you are worrying over nothing. (Y/N) is head over heels for you. She adores you. I swear every time I see her, she has these massive heart eyes. She always looks lost when she’s not with you. When she comes to the stadiums and you go to the toilet, she just sits there glumly until you return” Niall laughs, as he claps Harry on the shoulder, a chuckle leaving Harry’s lips. “She loves you, mate. She’ll say yes, I can assure you” Niall smiled, as Gemma nodded, with her lips curved into a smile.
“Me and Mum adore her, H. She’s wonderful. We can see how much she loves you, and how much she cares for you. She’s always ringing us to see what your favourite meal is and what pudding you like” She smiled as she cupped his chin in her hands. “You have bagged yourself a keeper, Harry. And we couldn’t be any happier. She’ll be happy with any ring, I can assure you” Gemma laughed, as the woman gave him a soft smile.
“I think I have a lovely one you might like, Harry. Just follow me and I’ll show you” She smiled, as she walked around the counter, and to the opposite side. Harry’s boots knocked against the floor, the shuffling sound being the only sound filling the room. He could hear Gemma and Niall chatting behind him, and giggling and laughing softly as they rounded the counter. “Now, this one is one that a lot of people have a look at. It’s a favourite. But, no one seems to actually buy it. It’s either too pricey, or the men just don’t think their women have good taste” She laughed, as she unlocked the cabinet from behind the counter.
“They all look beautiful. Damn, she’d love all of these” Harry muttered, as he danced his finger over the glass counter. As the woman behind the desk pulled the ring from the constraints of its place in the cushion, he knew it was the one. The three diamonds shined brightly in the light of the room, and the design looked like something you’d wear. It wasn’t too big, and it didn’t draw attention to anything. He knew you’d like it. And he knew it was the one he could see settled on your ring finger, for the rest of your life.
“I’ll take this one…”

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