As time went on in your adult life, you realised that being able to have a lie in on the weekend was one of your favourite parts of the week.

Knowing that you often didn't have much to do at the weekend and how you could just hide away from adult life for a little bit, it all sounded very appealing.

What made it even better was the times Harry was there with you and the two of you could just lie there together before ultimately deciding it was time to eat something.

Lucky for you, it was one of those mornings; after a hectic tour schedule Harry was finally home for a while and you wanted to make the most of it.

You felt Harry stir next to you so took the chance to sneak out of bed and head into the kitchen, and whilst you were waiting for the kettle to boil a pair of arms wrapped around your waist.

Smiling, you leant back against Harry's chest as his head came to rest on your shoulder. Why did you leave?" you could practically hear the pout in his voice.

You laughed but then poured hot water into both of your mugs. "What happened to 'I can't possibly start the morning without a brew'?" you quizzed, as you continued making your drinks.

He chuckled. "I only like tea when you make it," he stated.

"And when it's in your favourite mug," you smiled as you handed him the only mug he ever drank out of – it had been a secret Santa gifts from one of his friends, with a picture of you dressed up as Harry for Halloween on it.

He took the mug gratefully and took a sip. "I am going to love you forever," he told you as he sighed into his tea.

"What? Because of my spectacular tea making skills?" you questioned, a smile on your face.

"There is that," he nodded but he then leant forward to kiss your nose. "But there is also the fact that you're you, and I love you."

Your heart melted every time he told you, even though he'd been telling you practically every day for the past few years.

He knew that look in your eyes and smiled at it, but he then placed his mug down on the worktop and took something out of his joggers pocket.

"What's that?" you took a sip of your own drink as you spotted the small velvet pouch in his hand.

His face gave nothing away as he tipped whatever was in the pouch into the palm of his hand. When you saw it your breath caught.

"You're not being serious?"

He chuckled as he held up the thin gold engagement ring between his fingers, looking at you slightly nervously. "And what if I am?"

You felt tears form in your eyes as you looked at him in shock.

"Which I am, by the way," he clarified, causing you to laugh. "When I said I was going to love you forever, I meant it, so will you let me?"

Unable to form any words, you just nodded with a huge smile on your face. A similar smile broke out on Harry's face as he realised you said yes.

He slid the ring onto your shaking hand and gently pressed a kiss to the back of it. "I'd say that my first morning back from tour is a great one."

You laughed, still in shock. "I can't believe you just did that," you mused.

"I've got myself a fiancé!"

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Written by Hannah.