-Ava's POV-
"Ava, what is it like living with Harry?"
"Ava can we get a quick picture?"
I smile at the paps following me towards Wexler's deli, trying to politely ignore their questions. The walk from my office doesn't take long, but thankfully they give up before I make it halfway there.
I spot him when I'm about half a block away and almost laugh. Does he realize life isn't a runway? He always looks amazing, even when he's just thrown on whatever clothes that are actually clean. I give myself props for making an effort today, my all white ensemble actually turned out looking fairly chic. And yes, Freya may have put it together for me when we were in London shopping. Always a plus, having a friend with an eye for fashion.
Harry looks up from his phone, a grin overtaking his face as he spots me. Before I know it, he's standing in front of me, hat pulled off his head and sunglasses pushed up in his hair.
"Now I understand why you didn't say goodbye to me when you left for work this morning." He notes, eyes glancing down my figure, "Would've been hard to let you leave... looking that fit."
"I did say goodbye, you just wouldn't wake up."
"Rubbish." He chuckles, leaning down and giving me a short kiss hello. "Done for the day yeah?"
"That I am." I nod, earning a smile from him.
Harry's leaving tonight, so I decided to have a shorter day of work and make up for it tomorrow while he's gone. Not really helping me catch up on work, but I won't be spending the afternoon he leaves sitting at my desk when I could be spending it with him. No warm blooded woman would blame me.
I'm steered towards the white deli bar, where I take a seat next to Harry. He drops his hat on the counter next to him before grabbing us a couple menus. Once we've put in our orders, Harry turns towards me as he takes a sip of his beer.
"Came up with a brilliant idea for this afternoon."
"And what's that?" I question, adjusting his collar.
"A surprise. It'll be ace." He grins at me.
"Any hints?"
"Dunno... Ummmm, it's something we've never done together before."
"So descriptive."
"I'm a mysterious lad." He shrugs. "You'll fancy it. Promise."
A kiss is pressed to my temple as our food is set in front of us. Lunch goes by quickly, as does all time I spend with Harry. We joke, laugh, tease... and steal food off each others plates. Of course he tries to convince me to sneak away to the 'loo' with him, which results in my swatting his hands away as he attempts to grip my bum.
My stomach is full as we walk to Harry's car, and apprehensive. His last surprise for me ended up covering the bathroom floor with bubbles after he put way to much bubble bath in the Jacuzzi. We still ended up in the tub, the amount of suds surrounding us leaving us in fits of giggles.
He holds my hand on his knee as he drives through the busy streets of L.A., heading west. The second he's parked, his eyes shoot to me, gauging my reaction.
I look through the windshield, raising my eyebrows at the sign plastered across the front of the building.
Shamrock Tattoo
"What's your game Styles?" I glance over at him, a smile creeping up on his face.
"I pick yours, you pick mine."
"Is that how you got that mermaid on your arm?" I tease.
"Hey! Be nice. That's a classic." He pouts.
"If I do this, am I going to end up with some random object I can't explain?"
"Nope. Already got your's picked out."
"I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing..."
"Good thing." He grins, "Put alot of thought into it."
"Alright, IF I like it, I'll do it. But there's no way I can choose one for you."
"Figured you'd say that.... So I've got something in mind for me as well."
His smile is contagious, as is his excitement. I'm pulled out of the car and towards the building before I have a chance to second guess myself.
"You fancy it?" Harry questions, holding up a mirror so I can see the small tattoo.
"I love it." I admit, it looking even better then it did on the page Harry brought with him. "It's perfect."
"Thought so. Sketched it out myself. Didn't pick it from a book or nothing." He smiles at me, proud I'd liked it.
I feel my heart warm up, knowing it was Harry's hand that drew the 3 small music notes now tattooed in black right behind my right ear. None of them drawn perfectly, but still flawless in my eyes.
"Show me your's." I request, earning a smirk from Harry.
"We're in public love. Wouldn't be appropriate."
"Your tattoo Styles." I roll my eyes at him as he laughs.
"Now that I can do." He grins, pulling his sleeve up on his right arm and turning his hand over so I'm looking at the underside of his wrist.
I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as I look over the small dots and dashes now adorning his skin.
"It's Morse Code." He chuckles at my perplexed state.
I nod, "I knew that."
"Righttttt, then what does it say love?" He calls my bluff.
"Knock knock?"
"Very funny." He shakes his head at me, "Guess again."
"Alright, I've got no clue." I admit.
He laughs, sitting down in a chair and pulling me into his lap. His left hand takes my right, moving my pointer finger to where its placed on his skin below the tattoo. He sweeps it below the dots and dashes as he spells it out for me.
"A...V...A..." He says quietly.
I let out a breath as he presses a kiss to the back of my hand, feeling tears sting my eyes.
"Read a quote in one of my poetry books awhile back. Made me think of you...." He coughs, sounding a little embarrassed, but going on, "I listened closely today and I swear to you that my heartbeat, in perfect Morse Code, was slowly and efficiently typing out your name."
I feel a few stray tears run down my cheeks, never having heard anything so sweet, so loving, so perfect before. It's then I know without a doubt, Harry... is my life.
I struggle to find the words to tell him thank you. For being there for me, for protecting me, for taking care of me, for loving me.
So I say the only two that come to mind... My voice barely a whisper.
"Marry me."
I feel him tense behind me, his movements freezing. I almost feel I've said the wrong thing till his arms push me off of him, turn me around, and pull me onto his lap so I'm straddling him.
His eyes are red as he looks over my face, his thumbs gently wiping the tears off my cheeks. He doesn't say as word as his hand goes into the breast pocket of his over-shirt and pulls out a ring.
My ring.
He chuckles as he sucks in a deep breath, "Beat me to it."
I don't hesitate when I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him towards me. His lips move against mine, tasting even sweeter then usual. This taste... this feeling I get when I'm with him... Its mine, for the rest of my life.
His arms wrap around my waist, willing me closer as he moans into the kiss.
I'm not sure how long we sit there before pulling apart, our lips red and slightly swollen.
"Fuck I'm happy." Harry laughs, pushing my hair off my face. "I love you."
"I love you."
"Can I put this on your finger already? Gotta lock this down." He chuckles, his eyes lit up.
"What about the chain?" I question, knowing we can't let anyone see me with this on.
"We're just going straight home. I just... I need to see it on your finger yeah?"
I nod, letting him slip it onto my ring finger, it catching the light and sparkling.
"Now can I please take you home so I can make love to my fiancee?" He whispers in my ear.
I nod once again, loving him calling me that.
Loving him.
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