Title: I’ll Take Today Author: @diva-gonzo Prompts: Cyanide; St. Mungo’s, 2:38 am; It’s all under control Rating: SFW (K+, 12, PG-13)
“Hermione.” She shook and ignored the shaking. It’s just another nightmare, probably.
“Ron’s hurt. Throw your housecoat on, Hermione. We have to go. Move your ass!”
Hermione lifted her head from her pillow after hearing Ginny’s voice crashing through the curtains of her four-poster bed in their shared room at Hogwarts.
“What?” She parted the curtains to see Ginny standing there looking like a roman candle about to explode.
“Fine,” Ginny went to Hermione’s wardrobe and pulled out the navy blue housecoat and the fluffy slippers Hermione used while at school. “Since you slept through the summons, I’ll summarize. Ron and Harry are at St. Mungo’s. Some sod they were chasing knocked over a bunch of smuggled potions when they caught him. As a precaution, Harry, Ron and the rest were sent straightaway to St. Mungo’s.”
Hermione threw the housecoat on over her pyjamas before picking up her wand and her beaded bag – starting to show signs of hard use – and followed Ginny out of their room, through the Gryffindor Common room to exit their tower for McGonagall’s office.
“What time is it?”
“No wonder why I am so tired.” Hermione had to walk fast to keep up with Ginny, who was almost running towards the Headmistress’s office. “Slow down. I can’t keep up.”
Ginny turned her head while keeping the pace. “I keep telling you to work out with me.”
“Running the bleachers of the Quidditch pitch isn’t my idea of fun. And then running back from them is even worse, with those hills!”
They made the last turn to the office and saw the gargoyle standing open and awaiting their arrival. They rode the ascending stairs upwards to the oaken door, also open for their arrival. They hurried into the office and saw Professor McGonagall standing by the fireplace, talking with someone in the flames. “Ah, there you are. Molly, they’re here now.”
“Mum?” Ginny went over first and knelt down.
Her mum looked concerned. “I asked Minerva to send for you because of the seriousness of what happened.”
A/N: this was inspired by this afternoon’s Quidditch World Cup final between Brasil and Bulgaria. I had so much fun reading the commentary – and play-by-play – and was inspired to write this. But the inspiration was the sweet canon kiss, between Ron and Hermione, that I had to write something smutty, (and since I was requested by quite a few, too.) I do enjoy when the English reserve is broken by public displays of affection.
Rated M for Ron’s dirty mouth, plenty of lemons, and some fluff as well. So if lemon infused smut isn’t your taste, you can read the other stuff I’ve posted this week.
A/N2: Thanks to JK Rowling for writing out fanfiction for the rest of us, gratis, and letting all of us draw in her world, and write in it too. Suffice to say, I’m not her. And I’m not Rita Skeeter or Ginny Potter, either. - DG
So I’m adding a new star to my Constellations series. I’m just so
happy and grateful for the amazing response to the previous one – Sirius - a
story very dear to my heart. This one takes place during the Great War (WWI)
and has a guest appearance of Pride and
Prejudice. See you on the other side my loves!
The wind was howling outside, cautioning
everyone to stay indoors that night, making the glass windows tremble on their
Her ankles were swollen after another day spent
on her patient’s bedsides; the small of her back ached; her eyelids were heavy
and tender, wishfully remembering her of the need to rest. But she wasn’t ready
yet – she still had to go and see him before she could surrender herself to the
arms of Morpheus.
Silent as a ghost Claire crossed the hall where
beds had been gathered to improvise an infirmary, finding a moment to look up
and admire, not for the first time, the intricate paintings on the ceiling. The
house had been a great manor, the ancient home of an important and wealthy
family, with more names than she had years of life. But when the Great War
came, the waves of sorrow and disgrace washing the shores of England’s
countryside, the widowed and childless Lady had given her estate to serve as a
And so it happened that Corporal Andrews had
gotten the boil in his buttock lanceted, while laying on a bed under the crest
of one of Britain’s finest families; and General Byron drank his daily dose of
cod’s oil on a porcelain cup.
Corporal Dawson was moving restless in his
sleep, trashing about, and Claire hurried to soothe him before he injured
himself even further – his right leg had
been amputated in a field hospital on the Somme before being sent home to
convalesce, but his stump had stubbornly refused to heal entirely.
Covering a soldier with a blanket here and
greeting a fellow sleepy nurse there, she finally arrived to the small study
where his bed had been placed to further privacy and peacefulness.
“Hello, Captain Fraser.” She acknowledged him, sitting
on the chair by his bed as she had done so many times in the past three months.
“I have been thinking of what to say to you tonight. I’m fairly sure I’ll be
out of stories to tell you soon. So maybe we’ll give this one another go, shall
“She was convinced that she could have been happy with
him, when it was no longer likely they should meet.” The clock on the hall struck eleven times, announcing the
late hour, as Claire closed her favourite Jane Austen book, an heirloom of her
She looked at him, his eyes firmly closed.
Closed, as they had been for the past three months.
It had been a sunny day, as she recalled it –
the rest of the details were lost in a haze of fatigue and endless duties. An
ordinary day, in the strange world they had built during the World War. Except
Captain James Fraser had been brought in that day – and he had nothing ordinary
He was brave, she was sure. Had to be, as he
had been caught in an explosion while trying to save one man in his company
that no one seemed to like very much. The wounds in his body, while quite
substantial, had healed with the passing days in the field hospital. But his
mind had not.
James Fraser had been in a coma since the day
of the explosion, his mind escaped from his body, wandering somewhere
unachievable. Nothing the doctors had tried had succeeded in bringing him back.
Hope lost, they had sent him to waste away in Britain’s soil. To her.
There was just something about him that
discomposed her. He was beautiful of course – his nose just long enough, his
cheekbones sharp and royal, long lashes covering his closed eyes, the unique
hair that contrasted deeply with the whiteness of the bedclothes – but that was
just part of it. She longed to hear him talk, to know if his voice was as deep
as she imagined. His lips, fleshy and well-drawn, were meant to be used in a
punishing smile. And his eyes – what colour was hidden there?
She knew very little about him, only the small
details that had accompanied his arrival. A Scottish war hero. Best known as
Jamie. No family known. An officer well loved and respected by his men, a true
leader. A man without a past and likely no future.
It seemed utterly unfair that a man so young and
fearless, with a heart that kept beating with the might of thunder, was
destined to lay in a bed for the rest of his days. Alone somewhere in the dark
of his own mind, with no one to keep him company. He was here, but she wouldn’t
get to know him.
Was he in pain? Was he asleep, immersed in
memories of better days? Could he hear her and know that someone cared for him?
And so it became a ritual. At first it was just
part of her tasks – come to him; access his vitals; wash his beautifully made body,
getting thinner and weaker everyday he was unable to move; feed him liquids
through the feeding tube in his nose, a fascinating even if somewhat crude
fabrication of one of the army surgeons – but soon enough Claire would find
herself sitting beside him, gazing at him with longing. Talking to him. Reading
to him from her scarce collection of books.
She was unable to sleep without coming to say
goodnight to him. She would tell him stories of the other patients in her ward,
people whose lives she had touched briefly in those days, their victories and
defeats which felt like her own. Claire would share with him the things that
were precious to her, the people of her past she had cherished. And above all
else, she would wish for him to wake up and answer her, challenging him to claim
back the life that was his.
Each night she held his hand at the end and
would whisper in his ear “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jamie.”
Claire couldn’t remember the last time she had
had a day off, so she thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity to go to the village
nearby and acquire some sewing thread, to mend her battered clothes, and maybe
even a new book that she could share with Jamie.
As she crossed the door of her quarters, still
fumbling after changing to her uniform, she watched as Nurse Neal ran down the
hall, arms waving like a mad octopus.
“Nurse Beauchamp! Claire!” She suddenly halted,
almost bumping against a dazed Claire.
“What is it Nurse Neal? Is something on fire?”
She smiled, eyebrow raised in question.
“He is asking for you!” The blonde woman
blurted. “You have to come!”
“Who is?” Claire asked, confused. “Is it
General Myers again? I told him yesterday that he can cut his own toe nails. I’m
a nurse, not his damned wife!”
“Captain Fraser.” The woman told her, brushing
her arm with her hand. “He is awake and asking for you.”
“Jamie…?” Claire whispered, her body suddenly
struck by a heat wave, her throat tight with undesired tears. “Are you sure?” Nurse
Neal nodded, a big smile on her lips. Claire started in the direction of the
She stopped at the door, furiously trying to
gather her rampant emotions, breathing deeply and slowly to calm herself.
Claire gave a quick look to the mirror on the corner and saw her reflection in
her blue uniform, cheeks blushed and eyes glowing.
Slowly she pushed the door open.
Blue. His eyes were the most remarkable
blue she had ever seen.
He was sitting in bed, looking outside through
the big window, the most curious expression on his features. Sorrow? Longing?
Cautious happiness? She couldn’t say.
When he felt her enter, he turned his head and
looked straight at her.
Fraser, I’m…” She began.
“Nurse Beauchamp.” He gave her an intense look.
“I know who ye are. I could recognize yer voice in a room full of people and an
“You could?” Claire asked, amazed.
“Oh, aye.” He smiled, a gesture that suited
him. “When the only thing ye hear for such a long time is this voice, ye get to
know it verra well.”
Claire bushed. She squeezed a fold of her apron
between her fingers to regain some composure.
“I must make sure everything is alright with
you, Captain. You sustained very serious injuries and your state has been…delicate.”
“Of course.” And so Jamie suffered through her invasive
questions, assessments and general prodding with an amused smile on his lips.
“Well, everything seems quite alright. But you
are very weak, Captain. Now that you’ll be able to eat properly, you should regain
your strength soon enough.”
“I thank ye, Nurse Beauchamp.” He bowed his
“I only did…”
“Not only for this.” Jamie interrupted, his hand
touching hers. “But for everything.”
His voice was husky and Claire stopped, their
“Nurse…Claire….ye kept me here. When I was…asleep….Ye
were the only thing that existed for me. I have heard people talk about this
place they saw close to death. The white light, the path formed in front of
them.” He gripped the sheets in his hand. “But for me there was nothing. I saw
nothing. Only darkness.”
“Jamie…Captain Fraser…” She tried to stop him,
but he went on.
“But there was this sound sometimes.” He
proceeded. “A low noise, like someone humming a song. Like the voices of people
I ken and love…calling and talking to me. And I felt that I might forget what
living was like, find peace and comfort in that sound. I wanted sae badly to
let go of everything, this useless body, and just flow with it.”
“Why didn’t you?” She asked softly.
“Because of ye.” He moved his shoulders in
discomfort, like his clothes were too tight. “Ye would come and talk to me. I
remember everything ye ever said to me, Claire. Every story, every book, every
person ye loved and lost. I dinna wish to pain ye any further by dying, as ye
seemed to care sae much.” He avoided her gaze. “And when the will to be gone
was so strong that my heart felt ripped apart, I thought about how much I
wanted to see ye. Ye gave me something worth living for.”
“Captain Fraser, those are bold words.” She
tried to persuade him. “I’m sure you are a gentleman and very grateful but you
don’t know me, not really. You shouldn’t talk like this to a complete stranger.”
“Claire,” He said impatiently. “Are ye trying
to convince me or yerself? I ken what
I feel well enough.” Jamie touched her face with the tip of his fingers, so
cold and long, making her shiver.
“How can you…admire me…so much?” She asked
liveliness of your mind, I did.” He smiled, a mixture of mischief and
tenderness. “I knew ye before I ever saw ye, mo nighean donn. And now that I do…It dinna change at all. Only
grew, for everything about ye is beautiful. Aye?”
“Jamie.” She whispered. “I’m so glad of you. I
am. But we mustn’t. You are my patient and an officer. I’m a nurse. This is
“Aye.” He sighed, defeated, his hand dropping
on the bed.
“But maybe…” She licked her lips and smiled,
joyous and tentative. “When everything ends and I’m no longer Nurse Beauchamp
and you’re no longer Captain Fraser. When we go back to being just Jamie and
Claire….maybe then, you’d consider taking me to dinner?”
“Aye. I can wait.” Their eyes met again and
Claire marvelled everytime she saw them open. Seeing her. Reflecting her. “For
ye, I’d wait my entire life.”
I woke up alone. Harry was already gone to the practice. They had a concert in Barcelona within this tour. And I love this town. I always loved Spain and the language is so melodical. They didn’t have a show until Monday but they had to practice today, though they were free tomorrow aka on Sunday. Today is 18th of July. Our anniversary. The morning when I didn’t want to wake up alone. I shifted on the bad towards his side hugging his pillow. It smelled like Harry. That’s when I felt a paper under my hand. I opened my eyes, but my vision was somewhat blurry, eyes trying to adjust to the daylight.
I glanced at the clock. It read 10:30. I quickly took a folded piece of paper from Harry’s pillow. It was a message. A letter. From him. it made me smile. I should’ve known he’d do something like this. And I also knew that not being here, with me, was killing him; but I understood. Being with Harry was my decision. As much as I wanted him to be with me and I’d get a little upset that he wasn’t; but I knew how much he loved what he did. Singing. He made his dream come true.
And I was beyond proud of him. However, he never made me feel neglected. He always made sure I knew how much he loved me, he made sure I was safe, he wanted to protect me from everything; and he refused to believe it was impossible to protect me from all the pain. I sometimes felt like the hate some fans were sending me was affecting him more that it affected me. some of them were really hateful and rude but I found the strength to bear with it in Harry’s love. That was my drive, what kept me going, what kept me sane….
I opened the letter, more than curious to read what he had written.
5 years! I can’t believe it’s been 5 years. It feels like it was yesterday when you and I were walking to school together, our feeling for one another hidden, buried, pushed aside. How many times I wanted to confess them, they were starting to suffocate me, becoming too much to remain hidden, unrevealed, unsaid. The fear of losing you as a friend was starting to be out powered by my feeling towards you. But I never seemed to find a good moment. Then came The X Factor, than the tours….I still remember how nervous I was the 2-week break of the Where We Are tour, ‘cause I made it my mission to tell you everything then. And when you told me you felt the same way….I could jump up and down because of how happy I was, but somehow I stayed frozen. I remember our 1st kiss and how the lingering feeling wasn’t letting me fall asleep the entire night. That was when I realized that not only worries keep you up at night, but also the exquisite happiness. I was a bit concerned how you are gonna deal with the paps and the fans but it turned out you did better than I. I made it my mission to always keep you safe and to show you my love. I guess what I’m trying to say is that these past 5 years were beyond amazing, and I’m looking forward for another 5, and another 5, and another….until we grow old and wrinkly surrounded by our grandchildren. I love you! More than anything! And you make me so happy, it’s indescribable how much I need you in my life. You are my world, you keep me sane. Every time I wake up by your side or see that smile of yours I realize how lucky I am. I love you!! And happy anniversary love!
I’m really sorry I can’t be there with you right now. I wish I could’ve stayed. But we’ll see each other tonight. Already miss you!
I was smiling like from ear to ear. This warmed my heart as a few tears rolled down my cheek and fell onto the white bedclothes. He was always thoughtful, paying attention to the little things. And this letter reminded me of when we were 16-year olds. Every time he had a date it was like a sharp blade stabbed my heart. But I wasn’t gonna be selfish, ‘cause if I decided to stay silent and not to confess my feelings than I had no right to interfere in his ‘conquests’. And my heart still flatters at the thought of him. I’ve been told that with time love just fades away, and partners somehow fall into a state of passive acquaintance. But not with us. We managed to keep the spark alive.
I got up and went to take a shower. Right after I excited the bathroom I heard the buzz of my phone. I smiled widely when I glanced at the screen and saw Harry’s name. I quickly answered.
-“Hello baby.” -“Hi love. Happy anniversary!” -“Happy anniversary babe.”-I said. “How’s the practice going?” -It’s going good, though I’d like to be somewhere else right now.” -“I already miss you.”-I softly said. -“You sound a bit upset, is everything alright?” -“Yes, yes..everything’s fine. I’m just a little emotional honey. I read the letter. It’s was lovely Harry! And when did the 5 years go by? Harry laughed at my last sentence. -“True love, time really flies when I spend it with you and I am more than grateful for every second you have spent with me. I can’t believe how lucky I am!” -”I believe I’m the lucky one.” -“Wanna bet on that?”-Harry exclaimed, and I knew he had been smiling. I knew. His gorgeous smile! Dimples an all. -“When will you get back here? To the hotel room…” -“I don’t know honey, but I’ll know later, when I call you again.” -“Okay.”-I sadly said. -“Are you mad at me? Please don’t be upset, I’ll make it up to you….” -“I know you will, you always do.” -“Please don’t be mad at me!” -“I’m not…” -“I know when you’re not completely honest baby. I’ve know you, well practically, since diapers.” I laughed a little. He does know me pretty well. Better than anyone. Maybe even better than I know myself. -“Well maybe a little….I just wish you were here.” “You’re saying it like you think I don’t want to be there.” -“I am not, I am just telling you how I feel right now.”
‘Harry let’s go! We don’t have time’ – I heard a female voice say. But I couldn’t recognize it.
-“Baby I gotta go now. I love you! Bye.” And he hung up before I had a chance to say ‘bye’.
Well than was confusing. I decided to let my hair dry on its own, since it was a hot, hot day. I wasn’t really hungry so I just ate some fruit. But the unknown sound kept coming back to my mind. But it was too quiet for me to recognize it. And the way he hung up, immediately…strange. I didn’t really know what to think. I was over-thinking it. And then I mentally slapped myself. ‘What the fuck Ayisha?? You’re being ridiculous! It’s Harry for God’s sake! I’m going crazy…’-I thought.
At around 5 o’clock I heard the knock on the door. I assumed it was Harry since we only had one key of the hotel room, and it was still here. As I opened the door my smile slightly faded as I saw Niall at the door.
-“Well you seem happy to see me..”- he joked. -“Hi there!”-I said giving him a hug. “of course I am happy to see you.” -“Well I need to borrow Harry for a few minutes so he could help me out with something.”
I was confused. Harry told me he was at practice.
-“He’s not here Niall. Ar…Aren’t you supposed to..hmm…be at the practice?” -“We were there for an hour and a half or something. We were finished around 10:30.” -“Oh…okaaay.”-I trailed off. -“So..he’s not here?” -“Nope.” -“Well I’ll go ask Payno to help me out. Nice seeing you Ayisha.” -“Byeee.”
As I closed the door, my thoughts were running wild. He wasn’t at the practice when he said he was. And a female voice…..what the hell is going on? Why would he lie? I never gave him a reason not to be honest with me. I never failed his trust. I kept going back to the female voice. It was roaming through my head every 2 minutes. He was with a woman…and he lied about it. I couldn’t help but think he was there for some other reason but a chat with a friend. No one would lie about that! I haven’t even noticed when I started crying. I laid on the covers, still the same ones we occupied together last night. The thought of him being with someone else was..aaghh..just…I don’t know how to explain what I felt when that possibility crossed my mind. I’d prefer if he had told me, it would hurt less. Well not less, but I guess it would’ve been more fair. Not like this. Finding out by accident. Maybe he wasn’t going to tell me, maybe he thought he’d get away with it. Stop it Ayisha!! Don’t exaggerate! Did I really misjudge him that much? I thought I’ve known him to pieces. I kept telling myself that he would never do anything like that. There had to be some logical explanation. That’s when I got the message. I took his letter and reread it. Then I clanged it to my chest. Not wanting to believe what my mind was telling me.
Sorry babe, this is taking longer than it should :/ But I miss you!! Xxx
I started to sob when I read it. I didn’t know how to react. I felt hurt. The idea of him cheating became more realistic in my mind. The pain in my chest suffocating. But I wasn’t gonna talk about this over the phone. It’s gonna happen face to face. And if he was, in fact, cheating, there’s no freaking way I am going to forgive him. Because if he could forget 16 years of friendship, 5 of those being a couple…if he did, there’s no use to continue this. Because it doesn’t matter how big the love is if there’s no trust, respect, honesty…just love is not enough.
That was all I replied with and he didn’t send any messages until 2 hours later. Didn’t he respect me enough not to do that on our anniversary?! I was starting to believe more and more in that thought. I tried to shake that idea of, but it kept coming back.
I am taking you out tonight love. Get dressed, I’ll come back around 7. When I do I’ll just take a quick shower and change..I’ll be done in 30 minutes:D
Okay. That was all I sent.
Are you okay love?
Are you mad?
No, stop asking me the same question…
I’m sorry! What else can I say? I already told you I’ll make it up to you…
I’ll see you when you get here…
I love you!X
I kept my replies simple. I wanted to take another shower because it was too hot and I needed some relief. I stripped and entered the shower cabin. I turned on the water, steam hugging my body, muscles relaxing…Though it was hot outside I enjoyed the warm water running down my body. It was finally 7 o’clock and he arrived. God he was like clockwork. “Happy anniversary!” – he said and came up to me to give me a hug. When he kissed me my lips didn’t move. His smile turned into a frown. “Still upset?”-he softly asked and I didn’t reply. “Oh so we’re playing that game? I guess I’ll let the deeds speak for themselves. I’m just gonna hop in the shower and get dressed quickly. You can change as well.”-he said.
But I didn’t. I wasn’t going anywhere before I get some explanations. I patiently waited for him to shower and get dressed.
-“Why aren’t you dressed?” – he asked.
-“’Cause I’m not going anywhere…”
He gave me a confused look.
-“Because I need some explanations! And why is exactly what I should ask you!”
-“Explanations about what? I don’t understand what are you talking about love..”
-“Why did you lie to me? Why did you tell me you were at practice?
-“Oh that,” he sighed. “I had something to take care of.”-he said with a sudden smile. -“I believe you mean someone you had to take care of.” -“I’m confused.” -“Now you know how I felt almost the whole day. Fucking confused! Why.did.you.lie? What was so important you couldn’t spend our anniversary with me? And who was the woman you’ve spent the entire day with?!” -“Baby, just relax. Calm down. It’s not what you think it is.” -“Than how it is?? Explain me!” -“It was Lou. I was with her. She helped me prepare a surprise I had planned for you.”
I remained silent. How was I that stupid!!
-“A surprise? For me?” -“Yes. For you. I wanted to do something special for our anniversary. You know I’m not particularly good at romantic stuff..” -“Oh God..I’m sorry. I’m an idiot!” -No babe, you’re not. I get it, you were concerned.” He said and scooted me into a warm hug. He kissed me softly and said: “Let’s get going.” -“But I’m not dressed yet…”-I trailed off. -“It’s okay. You’re perfect the way you are. Now, let’s go.”
The whole car ride was pretty much silent, though he held my hand and rubbed small circles onto my palm. The ride lasted less than 15 minutes. We pulled in the yard of some house I haven’t seen before. But it looked really nice. White façade and a really nice front yard. I excited the vehicle before Harry had managed to come by my door to open it for me, as he intended. I looked around not being able to figure out what his surprise was. My smile was wide and my heart beating fast. I was anxious to find out what it was. Harry came behind my back and wrapped his hands around my belly, and placed his head in the crock of my neck. He lightly kissed me on the cheek and I heard his chuckle a little.
-“I see you’re anxious to find out.” -“You bet I am.” -“Good to know.” -“You know I like surprises.” -“Yap, I do babe. Now let’s go inside”
The inside was even more beautiful. The warm colors on the walls and furniture and interesting decorations. Everything looked relaxing and soothing. We passed the hallway and Harry took his shoes off so I did the same. Then we passed by the kitchen and the dining room, which were on the left side of the living room we soon entered. I was surprised we hadn’t stopped in there. Then he placed his hand over my eyes and led towards, what I later found out, was a glass door. But the back was nothing like the front. Instead of the grass there was sand. It was all sand and dark blue Mediterranean Sea ahead.
I looked around on the left and I noticed an already set table.He had placed candles on each side of the path that led to it.
I slowly went over there and saw a big bouquet of roses placed next to a blue middle sized, squared box.
-“You like it?” -“Like?? I absolutely love it!!”
I smiled and jumped a little. Then I hugged him tightly. As I looked up to him our lips met. They collided into a passionate kiss. We pulled back in order to breathe in vital air. He gave me the roses. They smelled beautiful.
Then he took the blue box and simply said: “Open it love.” I opened the box which held a beautiful necklace inside. He remembered! A few weeks ago I told him about the necklace I saw, but I couldn’t by it since it was a limited edition and they were all preordered. How the hell did he find it??!
“Dear Lord, it’s so beautiful!! Thank you so much baby!”
He silently took it, making it seem petite in his palms. He then went behind me, moved my hair aside and it fell over my left shoulder. He placed the necklace around my neck and came to my front. “It looks really good on you. Blue always soothed you..and red…well any color.”I didn’t know how to reply, and I felt the blood rise up to my cheeks. We kissed. And after we’d pull away for air we’d stare into each other’s eyes, and then kiss some more. And more. Until he said we should eat.
In the middle of our conversation while eating I remembered. I remembered I forgot the gift I had bought him in the hotel room. I mentally slapped myself.
-“This is embarrassing.”-I accidentally said, quite, but still loud enough for him to hear. -“What is embarrassing love?”-Harry asked in confusion. -I..I..Well I forgot the gift for you in the hotel room. Because I was mad at you and I…I… -“It’s okay baby,”-he said. A smirk suddenly appeared on his face. “You can always make it up to me somehow.” -“How?”-I replied teasingly. -“I’m sure we can think of a way or two.”
An hour later he ran towards the kitchen to get as our dessert, he said he had made himself. He came back carrying a small cake; and may I add, my favorite one! “This looks delicious baby!” I looked down at my plate to take a bite of chocolate goodness. As I lifted my head up he was in front of me, down on one knee, holding an opened, red, small box with a gorgeous ring inside.
My mouth hung slightly open, and I could already feel the tears form in my eyes.
“We’ve had some good and bad times, we’ve had a rough patch, not long ago, and we managed to get through. I wouldn’t trade the past 5 years for anything! You’ve always been my best friend, my love, my sanity…you were always there for me, you believed in me when no one else did. You kept me grounded, you showed me what true love is. You are the main source of my happiness. You became as vital as air, in such a short period of time it used to scare me. So Ayisha Y/L/N will you do me the honor of becoming my beloved wife? Will you marry me?”
My heartrate was wild, my eyes watery…a few tears rolling down my cheeks. I was speechless for a minute. It was beautiful.
“Ye-yes, yes I will.”-I shakily said and leaned down to him and our lips connected in a most loving kiss we have ever shared. After 3 minutes or so he looked me in the eyes and then out the ring on my finger.