One Direction Imagines

She Was Always the One (Harry Styles)

I held my phone close as I was curled up on the bed, wishing his plane would land already. The last four months were slow and torturous. I felt my phone begin to buzz, and got excited, thinking it was him. It wasn’t though. Strangely enough, it was my friend, (Y/F/N).

Hey dear! I’m picking you up in an hour, get into something nice yet casual!

I reread the text, panicking. Harry was due home within an hour. I was tempted to text back saying I couldn’t, but another text from an unknown number came in.

Go with her, love. You’ll have a surprise waiting!

A surprise? If it was Harry, he knew I had a thing where I loved the thought of surprises, but in the mix of them I became impatient. I sighed heavily before giving in to my friend and the stranger.

My closet was full of plain t-shirts and jeans, barely anything fancy. Harry never minded, though. He loved me fancy, casual, over dressed, under dressed, and especially naked. I giggled at the thought before pulling out a black skirt. It had an elastic top band, meant to be high waisted, and then two layers of fabric. The under layer was a soft, black material. Plain Jane, nothing more. But over it was a scratchier material with ripples made to look like roses. I approved of it mentally before moving on to find a shirt. Soon enough, my eyes caught a solid magenta tank top, which would easily tuck into the skirt. I pulled it out and laid it on our bed, well, my bed for the past four months, and began searching for an over cardigan. I gave up, realizing my cardigans were all dirty. It wasn’t a shock; I lived in Manchester and still never owned proper clothing to fit the English weather. Only two cardigans were my own, and were both somewhere in a dirty hamper. I quickly settled on a cotton, button up crop top. It was plaid with darker colors of grey and black. I slipped it on and left it unbuttoned, as if it was a jacket. I rushed into the bathroom and found my hairbrush, getting any tangles out of my (Y/H/C) hair. I’d taken to showering this morning, so didn’t worry about whether it was greasy. Soon I was applying my makeup and spraying on light amounts of perfume. I only checked the time when another text came in from (Y/F/N) saying she was only about five minutes away and I shouldn’t bring a purse of any sort. Once I read it, I slipped on black flats and left my phone on the unmade bed. It still smelt of him on his side strongly, but faintly on mine. The day he left, the whole bed did from having some sort of cuddle war that morning.

I shook the thoughts off and made my way out front, only to see a red Nisan belonging to my friend.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry!” she rushed me. I hopped into the passenger side and felt my heart race as she zoomed off.

“Where are we going?” I questioned. I had a weird accent; even though Harry always persisted he loved it. It was a mix between an American and British, since I had spent 16 years in the U.S., then spent 5 years with Harry in Manchester.

“It’s a surprise, did you not get the memo?” she laughed as I rolled my eyes. Of course, they were out to get me with a bloody surprise.

It was 15 minutes later the car came to a stop outside a favorite shop of mine. It was a small café and one of the places I’d first seen Harry when I had barely moved to the U.K.

“Alright, now, go sit at the table you first saw him,” She didn’t have to say his name, I knew. I nodded and began walking off towards the doors. One of the waitresses opened it for me, and escorted me to the very table I had sat.

“One gingerbread hot chocolate, deary,” I was shocked to see the very same waitress as two years ago hand me the same drink I had ordered.

“Uh, thank you!” Besides the major déjà vu, this was wonderful. I began sipping on it too quickly, though, and burnt my lip. Just like that day.

“Ouch,” I hissed to myself as I looked up, only to see Louis. I didn’t say a word, he was right where Harry had been, smirking just like he had been.

“I’d stop smirking if I were you, your face could end up like that permanently,” I called out softly. It was what I’d said to Harry that day as well.

“Only when you stop being so lovely,” Louis replied, the same sentence Harry had said. He walked over to me and put out his arm.

“Shall we?”

“We shall,” I said in a posh accent. We both laughed as he walked me out to a white SUV.

“So, what’s all this about?” I asked as he started the car.

“To the next place,” I chewed on my bottom lip as I thought where in the world we could be going. I hadn’t expected an old book shop, and remembered this was the second place I’d caught sight of Harry.

“What book were you reading that day?” his smirk said it all. I bid him farewell and walked into the sweet scented shop, gazing down the aisles.

“Hello, babe! How can I help you?” The older gentleman was still here, and wore a huge smile.

“I’m looking for the book ‘Where She Went’,” I remembered that day, and how I’d just finished the book “If I Stay”, so I’d been aching to find book two.

“Ah, yes, great novel! Come with me,” Just like that day, I hadn’t needed to name the author.

“Is this it?” I nodded taking the paperback book from his wrinkled hands.

“Thank you, sir,” I mumbled. I flipped to the title page, for about ten seconds before continuing to the first page, exactly as I had at 16. I skimmed over the first sentence 3 times with the same excitement before seeing the words barely sketched into the page, ‘Look up’. And I did just that, to see in the window, there was a sheet of paper with Harry’s handing writing on it. It was placed right about where Harry had stood, and said “Go to the last page.” I smiled widely. I did as it said and saw words highlighted, and then a phrase circled. I ignored the writing at the bottom for the moment while I read the words highlighted. They spelt out ‘I love you’. Of course Harry would be such a cheesy boyfriend, and I moved onto the phrase.

“Our new promise.” The last three words of the book were circled in black sharpie. I finally moved onto the bottom of the page with writing.

It read: “I’d love to make a million promises to you, but you’ve got to find me first! Walk over like the first day, when you came to talk to me because I didn’t have the balls to first!” It was signed with an H and a X. I breathed in before setting down both the book and note, and walked over to the window. Once I got closer, the sunlight shined through the note and showed there was more writing. I quickly untapped it from the window and read the words, also in Harry’s handwriting.

“Go to the park I gave you the promise ring, where I promised you forever. Better be quick and find me ;) x”

I nodded and scoffed at how cute this was. The park was only a block away, so the walk was no bother. I made it there within ten minutes and saw a note on the swing set, where Harry and I had talked from midnight to 3 in the morning once. It was short and simple, with an arrow point down a trail. “That way! X”

I practically skipped down the slender trail until one of the trees had another note.

“Go to the cute stage, which is down there. X” An arrow pointed towards a grassier part of the park, where the small, white stage was. It was like the movies, like a chapel made for only one couple. Much like the one from Twilight, where Edward had danced with Bella at prom. I made my way towards it, daylight was fading quickly. A figure stood there, on the porch. I couldn’t tell who it was before Niall quickly stopped me.

“Niall?” I laughed. He didn’t respond but handed me a note before skipping off. I giggled at his childish manner before reading yet another note.

“Remember that night we were in my car, kissing? And I swore one day I’d replace that tiny diamond with a real one?” My breathing picked up before I continued.

“Well, I can, but only if you say yes” My eyes shot up and realized fairy lights framed the white porch, lighting up where Harry stood.

“Harry!” I breathed out as I started running towards him. His smile grew until I finally ran into him, and his arms held me as he swung me around some. I buried my face into his chest.

“I missed you,” I notified him with a shaking voice.

“I missed you too, (Y/N),” I’d missed hearing his voice in person instead of just phone calls and Skype calls.

“But I need to ask you a very important question,” he softly tugged me off his body to look down at me. He was nervous as hell, you could tell just by his eyes.

“Alright…” I finally understood when he dipped down on one knee. The note and this made sense, why he said he needed me to say yes.

“Oh my god,” I gasped as he took the hand which was adorned with a promise ring.

“Look, I know we’re young. But I’ve spent five years with you, and know I don’t want anyone else. The minute I saw you in the café, or that day you approached me in the book store, I knew I wanted to try and see how long forever could really be. I know, you have an uneasy opinion on marriage. You don’t understand why someone would need a piece of paper or ring to announce their love. I used to think that way too. But now I know, because I was a piece of paper declaring you’re mine. I want you to wear my last name like you wear my huge t-shirts,” I began crying at this point, Harry even having tears in his eyes.

“So please, answer me on this…. Will you marry me?” I could barely breath as I heard his voice say this. He was right; I’d never really believed in marriage. But he was also right, now I understood why. Because the butterflies I was feeling screamed to say yes, to take his last name as my own, to wear a ring to remind everyone just how much this boy meant to me.

“Well, when do we start on forever?” I choked between my tears. He smiled; just like that day I’d spoken properly to him.

“That’s a yes, right?”

“Nope,”

“What is it, then?” he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Maybe, possibly, definitely. Everything except yes because I’ve heard it all goes downhill when she says yes,” He kissed me like never before, as if he could lose me in this moment.

“I like the sound of (Y/N) Styles,” I shyly said into the kiss.

“Me too. Oh, and to answer your question… I think we started forever the moment I knew you were the one,” He took my hand, and replaced the small promise ring with the engagement ring.

As I looked at my ring, I knew he was right. He was always the one for me, and I was ready to continue on with our forever.

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