“Mrs. Bonnie Styles, I think it has a good ring to it.” I rolled my eyes as Harry backed up into me more. It was his turn to be the little spoon. Boy, does he love to be the little spoon.

I gently ran my fingers through his hair and smiled at the thought of calling myself his last name. “I mean unless you want to keep your last name- which I'm okay with one hundred percent.” his eyes met mine and he smiled.

“I like your last name, perhaps I'll take it, trademark it, and start a clothing brand.” he peeked over at me shaking his head. 

Today we were at Harry's place and it was a bit strange since we tried to be more respectful of Niall who was in the next room, compared to how obnoxious we would usually be at my apartment.

It's been a couple of weeks since we had gotten engaged and we haven't really spoken about it. It was nearly the end of October and things between us had been very good again.

Too good.

"So I got the plane tickets for the twenty-first of December for England. You have that week off anyway right?" I nodded. "Good, we're just going to stay with my mum so we don't waste money on a hotel."

Great, Harry's mom. The woman who for some reason hated me. Well, I knew the reason, but it wasn't a good enough reason to hate me. It's not my fault your son would rather live here than with you. We haven't really talked about her recently and I wasn't sure if she was aware that she was one of the elements that caused Harry and me to go on a break in the first place. 

Harry must have realized I went silent so he quietly asked me, "Is that okay?"

"Of course, is she gonna be okay with me there?" It was his turn to be quiet.

"Well you and I are together and if she doesn't like it then I won't see her-"

"Harry, please don't say that-"

"I'm serious, Bonnie. If she can't accept how happy I am with you then I don't have to see her when I'm there. You are going to be my wife and I'm going to be with you for as long as you let me, I don't want to hear another word about this.” his voice was serious and he seemed to be putting his foot down for no reason.

“Rawr so angry big guy.” I wrapped my arms around him. “I just don't want you to ever choose me over your mom, Harry. She's your mom and even if I do nice things for her, like get her a first-class ticket to come see you, helped you get off your feet when you were down, love her son unconditionally with all my heart and want nothing more than her approval-" I took a deep breath. “Always be on your mom's side, even if you're on my side.”

“One of my jobs as your future husband is to protect you at all costs. That includes my mum. If I want to defend you and argue with her then I will.”

I didn't know how to respond anymore so I simply stayed quiet and shrugged this off. We would simply cross that bridge when we get to it.

*

Of course, Christmas time was quickly approaching. for Thanksgiving, I decided to take a crack at making a Thanksgiving dinner without help and just had friends over to spend it with Harry. My family was spending it apart as well so I wasn't missing anything special.

After burning my vegetables, Harry stepped in and was able to fix everything. So it's pretty clear who the real chef is.

Two days after our dinner, Harry sat down beside me as I worked on my laptop and finished the leftovers. He had been staying over the weekend, only going home to change since Niall had people over. I wasn't sure if the two still had tension between them or if they had solved it, but I decided to let them figure it out. 

The doorbell rang as I typed quickly against my laptop. Harry gave me a small reassuring back pat, letting me know he would get it for me. “Put on a shirt, we don't need the Amazon prime guy to get excited, he finally started coming around again.” he rolled his eyes grabbing his hoodie and zipping it up as someone knocked on the door a little more urgent this time.

“His name is Zayn, have some respect- he can easily replace you.” he joked making me laugh.

 I don't know why I kept thinking something would go wrong, things shouldn't feel complicated in relationships. There was always something nagging me in my relationships and when I told Harry about this he agreed he had the same feelings in all relationships with his exes. Almost like an expiration date is written on them, except you're not sure how long until it's over, which can drive you crazy.

For us, that feeling in my gut didn't come from an expiration date on our relationship, it was the timeline that was bothering me. For once I wish we would just be normal instead of doing things all out of whack. Also, I felt like the crap between our exes was unfinished. 

Of course, now as I just thought of them, Harry opens the door to reveal my ex-boyfriend, standing there with a very nervous look on his face.

“You-” Harry snarls pointing a finger at him.

“Harry-”

“Daniel?”

“Bonnie.”

“Bonnie?”

“Harry!” I stood quickly walking over to hold him back from whatever he was planning to do with his fork still in his hand. “What are you doing here Daniel?” he looked between the two of us and quickly apologized.

“I'm sorry for coming by, I just wanted to talk in person.” We both stared at him, waiting for him to say anything. I rolled my eyes and looked at Harry. 

“Fine, come in, it's cold outside.” he agreed, wiping his feet to come into the apartment. I pointed to the kitchen, turning to Harry as Daniel walked out of listening distance.

“Why is he here? Why would you let him in, this how people end up dead.” he whisper-yelled at me.

“You watch way too much dateline babe-” I tried to joke with him but I could tell he was dead serious. “Honey, he's probably alone and needed to talk. Come on, we all need to be adults. Let him say his part and then I'll kick him out.”  I grabbed his hand and walked into the kitchen to find awkwardly. 

“Okay, I'm sorry for barging in, but you haven't answered my calls and texts since the last time I talked to you. I also hoped that Harry would be here to apologize too.”

“It's fine, as silly as everything was, I think Harry and I are a lot stronger after you and Jessy-”

“-after you and Jessy fucked up our relationship you piece of shit-” I smacked Harry's arm and sighed.

“Listen, Daniel, I appreciate the apology and all but it's over- I don't want to be friends and I think you should honestly move on with your life. You were used in this situation and maybe deep down you're not a bad guy and feel really guilty- but I can assure you it's fine. We're fine right, Harry." I turned to Harry who looked like he wanted to kick my ex's ass.

“Harry, I'm really sorry about everything. I'm sorry I let this woman trick me into hurting you guys and causing you guys to split. I hope you can forgive me because I'm happy for you two. It took a while, but I am”

Knowing Harry, this entire situation was something he seemed to have been waiting for. The perfect opportunity to fight Daniel and most likely win since he had been working out and could lift like five hundred pounds or some shit like that. The old Harry would have punched Daniel by now, but what he did next really surprised me and even caught Daniel off guard.

He shook his hand. “Fine, apology accepted.”

“Wait really?” Harry nodded. “Okay then, good. I guess that's all I wanted to say.”

Of course, things were not that simple, because Harry unexpectedly pulled Daniel in close, never letting go of his hand. “But just so we're clear, this right here will be the last time I ever see you near my girl.” Harry's tone threatening and deep. “I lost her once, and I never want to lose her again. I refuse to lose the best thing that's ever happened to me, and especially because of some Teletubby. So man to man, respect that she chose me and you chose to break her heart.”

Daniel looked at him then at me, nodding before being released. I walked him out of the house and watched as he left towards the parking lot and disappeared.

Slowly once my door was locked and my vision was back facing Harry, I realized he was still standing by the kitchen table. This whole incident happened fast and I was positive I had just dreamt it, but it really did happen. 

I walked over to Harry and gently put my arms on his shoulders. Something about his threatening tone but calming demeanor was extremely... sexy. “That was- you had such self-control.” I stuttered a bit.

“Violence doesn't fix anything, you always tell me that and I know it would make things worse.” I nodded unzipping his jacket and wrapping my arms around his waist. “Oh, Jesus- that turned you on didn't it?” I nodded.

“I'm sorry, but you just-” I giggled walking back to sit on the couch to kiss him. God, I love him so much.

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-k