Harry and I stood in the streets hugging, and whispering murmurs of "I love you" and "I missed you"

Then, Harry pulled away.

I watched as he reached into his pocket to pull out a ring.

I panicked, where was this leading to?!?!

But then I relaxed, as I saw that it wasn't a wedding ring. It was a promise ring. It had a silver band and a light pink tinted diamond, in the shape of a rose. It had something on the outside, perhaps a message engraved into it? I'm not sure, it was too far for me to see.

He slowly pulled my hand into his, and intertwined his fingers with mine.

"Lily, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, so close his forehead was brushing again, his smile glowing as the words slipped away from his lips.

I hesitated for a moment. His smile dropped.

"Yes, Harry. I would love to be your girlfriend." I smiled

His grin got even bigger than it was before as the words tumbled out of my mouth. He happily slipped the ring onto my "ring finger" on my right hand and he embraced me again "I love you"

"I love you too Harry" I whispered.

We shared a quick kiss before Harry spoke up "It's getting dark, we'd better go"

"I can't wait to tell my mom the news" I bounced in my step.

She was going to be so happy, and I knew that she would say "I told you so!"

"Well first, we're going out to dinner" Harry smiled cheekily.

"Where?"

"Somewhere fancy" He said, a hint of proudness in his voice.

I looked down at my clothes and then to Harry's, which were a pair of light wash jeans, a dark jacket, and a grey beanie.

Not exactly fancy wear...

"I have a some clothes for you at my place," He kissed my forehead, "don't worry"

We walked to Harry and Louis' hotel room and Harry walked me into the bedroom.

He opened the closet door and it revealed a long, elegant, peachy nude coloured dress. I looked at him "Harry, you didn't have too-"

He cut me off with a kiss "You know I like having someone to spoil"

I giggled before he took the dress off the hanger and laid it on the bed. The material flowed beautifully, it gracefully moved as Harry laid it down.

I gasped, it was so soft. Harry walked off to the door "I'll give you 15 minutes? Oh, there are a pair of heels by the door right here" He pointed to the part of the floor he was a foot on, and there were sitting a pair of black lacy heels.

Harry winked before closing the door behind him and walking off. Probably off to go change.

I shook out my curls from the loose bun I had them in, and finger combed through them slightly. I slipped into the dress and spun. I just couldn't resist :3

I twirled in the mirror and smiled. I felt like a princess!

"Having fun there?" Harry said from the door frame, he was leaning on it, dressing in a fitted suit and black bow tie.

I blushed, embarrassed he saw me twirling like a five year old. "Ummm."

He laughed and came up to me, our faces inches apart.

"Your mom was right, you would curl your hair" He laughed before walking off again, "I'll meet you at the door" He smiled before waving and walking out of my room.

I laughed mentally, so my mom was apart of this. Of course, she knows me best. She knew I would start getting ready for something fancy but then contemplate and realise that maybe we were going somewhere casual.

I always have a last minute panic...

I keep thinking everything and everything over and over until my head hurts. My mom says that I'm perfectionist.

I just don't want to mess this up with Harry.

Losing him was hard enough the first time.

I slipped on the heels and walked into the wall, since I hadn't walked in heels for a while.  "Stupid wall, who put you there"

I walked out and saw Harry waiting at the door for me. He took a breath "You look ravishing"

I blushed "Nice word there" I laughed.

"What can I say, I'm a big boy!" He shouted like a child.

"You look pretty good yourself by the way." I smiled.

He wrapped am arm around my waist and started to lead me out the hotel.

"Wait, where is Louis?" I asked.

Harry shrugged. "Probably out with the rest of the lads"

"Where did they go?" I asked.

"Who knows, but I'm warning you, we may have to bail them out after they get caught doing whatever they're doing" He joked. 

I laughed "They'll probably blame Niall like they always do"

"Hopefully Liam will keep them under control" He sighed.

I laughed silently as we walked down the halls and into the elevator.

Harry hit the button and said that it would be a long wait since we were on floor 29, the highest floor.

Harry was about to kiss me when the elevator stopped. We parted from each other and a little girl skipped in with her mother.

 She pulled on her mom's skirt to whisper into her ear. Her mother smiled at her lovingly before turning to Harry. "Could we have a autograph?"

Harry smiled "Of course, whats your name princess?"

The little girl shook her head "It's not for me silly sheep boy, its for my big sister, her name is Cassandra, and my name is Emily"

Harry pretended to look hurt when she called him "Sheep Boy" and she laughed.

Harry signed a piece of paper that the mom had in her purse and after he gave Emily a hug. Once their floor came, Emily and her mother walked out. She turned out and waved goodbye "Bye Sheep Boy!"

We got off the elevator and Harry walked me to a... Limo?!?!?

"Harry, this is too much" I told him, frowning slightly.

He must be spending a fortune on me!

"Nothing is too much for you" He kissed me forehead.

I blushed, probably looking like a tomato.

 I hesitated before slipping into the limo, Harry following me.

 Harry held my hand as the limo drove, and once it stopped, Harry thanked the driver and tipped him. I think the tip was rather large, since the driver flashed the biggest, brightest smile I have ever seen.

Harry held my hand and helped me out of the limo. We walked down the crowded streets of downtown.

Harry kissed my cheek and pulled me to the doors of some fancy restaurant that I had never heard of, since my parents knew we would never be able to afford it.

I looked and saw that it was dark inside and that the sign that usually glows was dark and cold. "Harry, it's not open" I told him.

Harry smiled at me and opened the door with no problem.

The owner must've forgotten to lock up...

"Harry, isn't this uh, breaking and entering?" I said with a worried tone as he dragged me inside, past the waiting area and into a empty room, it being the main dining area. The empty room was amazing. It had beautiful cream coloured walls and a red velvet carpet lining the entire floor in a soft, beautiful setting. The dining tables and chairs were untouched and polished and perfect. It was quiet and nice, yet it felt weird to be in such a big room and only have Harry and I in it. It was almost scary. He turned to me and smiled "It isn't breaking and entering if you rent it out"

He led me around a corner or two until we reached another room, isolated from the other dining. It was about the size of a master bedroom and had the same sophisticated design of the main dining area. This room had a little candle lit dinner table set up, with two chairs placed across from each other.

 "Follow me" He whispered huskily into my ear, sending shivers down my back.

I held his hand as he led me to the kitchen. It was all white tiles and was very clean and polished. Although, it was quite small for such a big restaurant... It was the size of my own kitchen at home.

Harry pulled an apron over his head and started pulling out knifes, veggies, and other types of foods.

"What are you doing Harry" I giggled as I watched him chop various veggies into small bits and pieces and throwing them into a pot.

"I'm making tacos" He smirked.

"I wanna help" I said grabbing his waist from behind.

He looked behind himself to see me, "Okay, come here" He said bringing me into his arms, "Let's get you an apron". 

Harry grabbed another apron and slipped it onto me "Why is this kitchen so small Harry?" I asked as I was pressed against the counter.

"Well, this is a separate kitchen. It's supposed to be for when couples book the dining room I booked for us, and then they have a personal cook serve them, but I thought that me cooking for you would be a little more romantic" He kissed my lips and I giggled "You're so cheeky Harry"

He smiled against my neck and pulled away, "Lets get cooking shall we?"

I nodded and he grabbed my hand, leading me to the counter to cut more veggies.

He pressed me against the counter, his body behind me. He told me to start chopping but then said I was too rough. "Here, let me help you" He cooed before taking my hands in his and gliding the knife, with my hand still around it, and gracefully chopping the tomatoes.

 He nuzzled his chin softly into the curve of my neck and we chopped different vegatables in a sweet, relaxing silence.

After we finished chopping, Harry threw in the vegatables into a pan and started to roast them as he threw in the meat that he had prepared.

He pulled outt he taco shells, and I must say, Harry really can cook. It smelled fantastic in the kitchen!

Finally, the tacos were done. I helped Harry carry it back to our table and we grabbed some fancy named red wine.

He poured me a glass and then one for himself and we toasted "To us" He smiled.

I smiled too "To us"

We took a sip and started to eat our tacos.

"This is amazing Harry" I said swallowing (No sexual joke intended)

"I had the help from someone quite amazing themselves" He smiled cheekily.

We ate our tacos, making jokes, smiling, sharing kisses now and then.

I didn't care aboutt he girl on the phone the other day. I didn't care about my used to be broken heart. I didn't care about anything but Harry and how fabulous he is.

Once we finished, I wiped my mouth with the cloth that all fancy restaurants have and Harry gave me one last kiss before we headed out.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me close as we walked down the street to the limo while whispering "I love you"