Chapter seven

I awoke the next morning in the same position as I fell asleep in. Harry’s left arm was draped around my waist and his head was resting in the crook of my neck. The thunderstorm had stopped overnight and now the sun was out and shining. Trying not to wake Harry up, I took his arm off me and got up off the couch; running a hand through my messy bed hair. Walking back into my bedroom, I began thinking of what happened last night.

I’m still not sure of what I felt towards Harry, but there was some sort of feeling there. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I loved having Harry’s company back. I still wasn’t okay with the idea of marrying him; but I think our friendship was back in the playing cards at the moment. I’m not sure of what Harry thought of this whole situation, but I could tell he was trying to make it work- even though I was making it difficult for him.

I got changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a loose white singlet before going into the kitchen. I opened some of the cupboards and saw that there was food already in there; Harry must have bought food with him and stocked the cupboards and fridge.

Since Harry was nice enough to make dinner, I thought I’d make breakfast. Whenever Harry would sleep over before, I’d always make him his favourite choc-chip pancakes. I took out the ingredients for the pancakes and got cooking. I was half way done cooking all of the food when Harry walked into the kitchen.

“Something smells good!” I turned to look at him

“Morning”

“Morning Lilah” Harry came over to give me a quick hug.

“How did you sleep last night?” He said, continuing our conversation.

“I actually slept pretty well. I was surprised.” I put three pancakes onto a white glass plate and set it in front of where Harry was sitting at the kitchen bench.

“Thanks” Harry said while picking up his knife and fork

“You’re welcome Haz” He smiled at me

“You used my old nickname, haven’t heard that one in a while.”

“I guess it’s just habit” I went and took a seat next to him at the counter

“I want to apologise.” I looked him in the eyes seriously

“Apologise? For what? You haven’t done anything Delilah.” Harry stopped eating for a minute and focused all of his attention on me.

“I want to apologise for making this whole situation more difficult than it needs to be. I know you’re trying and I appreciate that.”

“Well I think your pancakes make up for the hell you put me through!” Harry began to laugh at his own joke, myself chuckling along with him

“Harry! I’m serious, I feel bad for being a bitch to you.” I looked down, ashamed as I remembered all the horrible things I thought and said about him.

Harry took my hand in his and lifted my chin up so I was looking at him

“Lilah, you don’t have to apologise for anything. You were only protecting yourself because you didn’t want to get hurt again, I know what you’re like. Once somebody hurts you, you put walls up and don’t let them in again. I know what I did was wrong, but you have my word…even when things get rough, I’ll never stop trying to make things right.”

My eyes welled at how honest Harry was being with his words. I knew from knowing him for so long that he was being genuine. I tightened my grip around his hand and he squeezed my hand back tighter.

“I miss us Harry. I miss just sitting down talking for hours and laughing about nothing. I miss having you in my life…I want you back.” I looked at Harry with pleading eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you again.”

Harry and I looked at each other for a few seconds before engulfing in a huge bear hug. The smell of his cologne was soothing and the tickle of his curls against my cheek reminded me of childhood memories.

We spent the day doing things that we used to do. After breakfast, Harry and I took a walk through the woods behind the bungalow. As we were walking we found the shallow cave that we used to hide in as kids. It still had carvings on the stone walls from years ago.

‘Harry and Delilah. Best friends forever.’

Leaving the cave, Harry and I decided to go into town to visit our favourite hang out spot as we grew into young teenagers. Milkshake city. Because no one knew Harry was in Holmes Chapel, there were no fans to disrupt us. It was peaceful; Harry and I were able to joke around without the screaming fans and media recording our every move.

As the day drew to an end, Harry drove us back to the bungalow. He told me to put on something nice, then left to make a phone call. I did what he said, so I went into the bedroom and put on a short white lace dress with red heels.

After fixing my make up and hair, Harry took me to his car and proceeded to blindfold me until we got to our ‘secret location’. I called him crazy, but went along with it anyways. After a short drive, he helped me out of the car and took my hand as he led me into a warm building and sat me down at a table. I gasped in shock as Harry took off my blindfold. We were sitting in a candle lit room. Sat before me was a table with fancy cutlery and a single rose in a small vase. The room was silent before a soft harmony arose and two dark figures came around the corner. I laughed as Zayn and Niall walked towards the table singing ‘Gotta Be You’ in matching tuxes, their hair gelled back and a menu in each of their hands.

“Good evening madam” Zayn said in one of his weird accents before setting the menu in front of me.

“Hello sir.” Niall put the menu in front of Harry.

The two of them bowed before us, and then left to go back to what looked like the kitchen. I looked at Harry smiling

“How much did you have to pay them to do this?” Harry laughed

“Well I told Niall he could have the left overs and I told Zayn I’d pay for his hair products for a month.”

“So where’s Louis and Liam?”

“Oh you’ll soon find out.” Harry said, winking at me

I shook my head and began looking at the menu. For the main meal, I had the choice of either a steak with a side of mashed potato and salad or grilled salmon with mixed vegetables and chips. For dessert it was either a crème brulee or a chocolate mud cake. I decided on the salmon and crème brulee. Soon after deciding, Niall came out with a pad of paper and a pen.

“And what would you like my fair lady?” I laughed at Niall’s attempt to be overly posh and told him what I wanted. Harry ordered completely different to me.

As Harry and i were engaging in a light conversation, Harry suddenly turned the mood serious.

“Delilah, I know this probably isn’t the best time to do this. I know the struggles and the issues that we need to get over, but I want to do this now. I don’t know what your reaction is going to be, but I’m hoping it’ll be good. I just want you to know that I love you, I always have and I will and want to for the rest of my life.”

My eyes widened as Harry left his chair to get down on one knee. In one swift movement he grabbed a small red velvet box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal an extravagant diamond ring.

“Delilah. Will you marry me?” 

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