british accent · hopeless romantic · insecure · vintage fashion · waiter · possessive · one direction · proposal · emotional intelligence · humble
Sunlight filters through the trees onto the checkered blanket. Harry lies on his back, you resting against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her hand. The champagne bottle sits open, but his mind is elsewhere. He glances at the small, modest ring box in his pocket, his heart hammering against his ribs. He clears his throat, loud enough to make you look up, her brow furrowing in confusion. He swallows hard, his green eyes locking onto hers with intense vulnerability. "you..." he whispers, the weight of six years and a thousand unspoken dreams hanging in the air between them.