"Brittany! Harry, look at the camera!" "Harry!" "Brittany!" We tried to push through the paparazzi and tried not to give them any attention, but sometimes it was so hard. I pinched in Harry's hand, sometimes it was all too much for me. But when Harry smiled at me, I felt a little bit more relieved.
We entered my favourite restaurant called 'Bamboo', while the bodyguards were pushing the paparazzi off us. We went here on our first date and it was our third anniversary, so we thought we'd celebrate here.
But when we went in there was nobody, only the staff. I grinned. "Did you arrange this?"
He grinned back. "Maybe.."
A waiter walked towards us. "Goodday, sir.. miss. Follow me, please."
We walked behind him and he was guiding us towards the table we sat when we had our first date. It was decorated with lots of candles, rose peddals and a bottle of red wine. "Aw, you didn't have to.." But it was so sweet.
"Yes.. Yes, I do. You deserve the best." He grabbed the chair and shoved it, so I could sit on it. What a gentleman.
I smiled. ''Thank you.'' I still couldn't believe how amazing he actually was. I think no one was like him, he was something special.
He scratched his arm and sat down.
"Do you know our first date you were so nervous that you dropped your glass AND the bottle?!" I laughed.
Harry grinned. "I'll be more careful this time."
"And now you're not so nervous." I smiled while I grabbed my glass of wine.
"Well.. Yes I still am. You are still making me nervous." He smiled, but a smile then he couldn't hide. An honest smile.
I smirked. I didn't know how to respond in a cute, not awkward way so I just didn't.
"Would you like to dance with me?" Harry asked. His voice was shaking.
I frowned. "You? Dancing?" I joked.
"What? I have been taken dance classes." He said with proud.
I grinned and stood up. I grabbed his hand. "Show me your best moves then."
Two members of the staff sat down by the piano and violin and started to play.
We slowly started to dance. After the first few steps I already was surprised that he didn't step on my toe.
"Well you have trained a lot, haven't you?"
"Yes."
After the song finished I couldn't believe that we danced without any problems. He did put major effort in this.
"Brittany.." he nervously said. "We've been together for three years.." As soon as he started to kneel in front of me, I knew. "And everyday I love you more.." He grabbed a black box out of his pocket. "Brittany, will you marry me?" he asked. He opened the box. I saw the most beautiful ring I've ever seen. Silver four karat diamonds. The princess cut.
I chuckled. "Yes.. Yes. Yes." I said over and over again. Each time I said it, it became more clear what had happened.
"I love you.." He whispered while he put the ring on my finger.
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Tatatadum Tadatatadum I heard. The typical wedding song. I slowly moved forward step by step. Everyone looked at me and my wedding dress. It was so elegant. This was the wedding I dreamt of since I was young.
I looked at my father. He looked back with wet eyes that looked at me so proud. "I love you, dad." I whispered and pinched his arm and smiled. Then my eyes met Harry's, my soon-to-be-husband.
He smirked. I couldn't stop smiling, I felt like I was a little girl. He sticked out his hand, I slowly laid my hand in his and climbed up the stairs.
"We are gathered here today.." But I didn't quite listen because I only could stare in those big, green eyes.
"I love you.." he whispered softly.
"I love you, too."
"Harold Edward Styles, do you take Brittany as your lovely wedded wife?"
"I do." I could see him smile so big, I could see his sexy dimple.
"Brittany Nyman, do you take Harold Edward Styles as your lovely wedded husband?"
"I do.." I whispered.
"You may now kiss the bride.."
Harry grinned and softly kissed my lips. I smiled when I heard those words. ''I now pronounce you as husband and wife.''