Harry 

Bonnie must not have believed me when I told her that I was waking her up early as hell. The post wine headache and hangover were very prominent and she seemed to have trouble opening her eyes until I closed the blinds to darken the room. I had gone out to the kitchen earlier to make her a cup of coffee and much like my mood, the sun had come out and shone through the windows, brightening up this beautiful day.

“Rise and shine princess, I made you coffee.” She smiled at me, taking the cup of coffee in her hands and sipping it. Just a splash of vanilla cream no sugar. “Good?”

“So good, thank you my love.” she smiled at me. “You're so good to me.”

Suddenly I was nervous; her smile did that to me. In just a few minutes I was about to give her another big surprise. She probably has no idea that I was going to be full of surprises this week and I hope that can be a representation of our future together. “I love you. Now go do your business and meet me in the living room.” I kissed her forehead and went to the sitting room where almost everyone but my grandparents sat. They weren't the early bird special type of people.

Again my parents seemed to be bonding and although it was nice they were getting along, I really needed them not to be lowkey eye-fucking each other. “Morning, Harry, nervous?” my dad asked.

“Excited,” I said flatly. “Have you called your girlfriend, dad?” His face fell and so did my mums who stood and walked over to next to Gemma, who was already rattling one of her gifts to try and figure out what it is, just like we did when we were younger.

Before my dad could say anything, Bonnie and her parents all simultaneously walked into the living room talking. Bonnie's parents wore their matching silk pajamas and Bonnie had changed into one of my band t-shirts and a pair of black fuzzy pants. She greeted everyone, walking over to sit on my lap and snuggle into my chest, clearly still feeling the effects of yesterday. I wonder if she remembered what she told me last night?

I know my dick didn't forget.

“Alright since Gemma's so sure about what her gift is, you can go first.” Gemma cheered, ripping the paper off a box holding her gift.

I wanted Bonnie's gift to go last and although I did get her a nice bag she really wanted, the tickets were clearly the bigger gift. So as we opened the last gift from her to me, I almost choked on the gasp that came out of my mouth. Bonnie had gotten me a brand new suede jacket I had pointed out to her in a magazine months ago. She clearly was just as excited to give it to me, smiling big as I tried it on. “I love it Bonbon.” I kissed her before taking a deep breath and looking over at the last gift under the tree.

“I'm glad. You look really handsome in it.” I thanked her, standing to walk over to the box, feeling almost everyone lean in as I handed her the last gift. “For me? Harry, you already got me the bag, honey.” She looked around at everyone with a slight blush in her cheeks since everyone was staring at her. “What is it? It's so light.” 

I shrugged. “Open it.” she pulled the tape off the sides of the small box and after a few minutes of struggling, because of her nails, she finally opened it to see the envelope inside. Our eyes met and she seemed taken off guard but quickly opened the envelope to pull out the letter with our tickets stapled to the back. 

“It says, ‘Bonnie, what do you and I have in common with berets, croissants, and escargot?’” she turned the page and looked over the page, immediately gasping and shaking her head. “That's not a nice joke, Harry.” she looked at me, tears began to well up in her eyes. 

“It's not a joke, love. Look at the tickets and the date.” she looked down and gasped.

“Paris? W-why? Wait I'm- like real Paris?” she rubbed her eyes and looked back at the ticket confused, everyone watching her with a smile on their face.

“Yes, real Paris. I know since your sister traveled there that you've been wanting to go, thought we could spend some time alone and really travel somewhere great.” I smiled at the look on her face

 She jumped into my arms, everyone laughing at her reaction this time she realized I was being sincere. "I'm in shock!"

“Paris, you and me baby. We leave tomorrow from here and are there until the second." She stared at me and seemed so surprised before finally accepting that I wasn't joking or being suspicious.

"Oh my God!" 

Everything is going to plan.

So far, that is.

*

We spent the day with family. We ate, danced, laughed, and told embarrassing stories about each other. Grandpa kept walking in and out of the rooms, having one of his episodes, but for the most part, we had an amazing Christmas. One of many with my future wife.

Bonnie's parents planned to have a little personal time the next morning when Bonnie and I were getting ready to leave. I thanked my mum and sister for hosting us and grabbed all our bags, taking a separate taxi with just Bonnie, and heading to the airport. The whole time we sat in the back seat, Bonnie just kept looking up at me with those wide doe eyes, making me want to give her the ring right now.

Speaking of the ring, I grabbed it from the dresser right before we left and shoved it into my backpack just as Bonnie was walking into the room. How I managed to hide it so long was beyond me. Usually, I was shit at surprises but she really seemed to have no idea what was going to happen. 

Our flight was right on schedule and even though it was a bit expensive I got us first class seats which came with extra room, champagne, and even those little hot towels that Bonnie seemed to like a lot. She was quiet after take-off and just seemed really stunned. “You alright?” I hope she wasn't getting ideas right now. This woman was an over-thinker and one second she could be fine and the next she would be crying from her own brain telling her something was wrong.

“Just thinking.” she shrugged her shoulders.

“About?”

“Nothing.” That was a lie.

“Bee, come on, tell me.”

She let out a deep sigh. “Harry, how much was all of this?” I rolled my eyes looking away. “I'm serious, you have bills-”

“Don't worry about my bills-”

“I have to worry about your bills because soon we'll be married and living together and I have to know these things.” she had a point and I wanted to be honest. This trip had to go perfectly, so I told her the truth.

“I have a savings account in England.” she raised an eyebrow. “When I moved permanently to the states, my mum told me it would be a good idea just in case- to have some money that couldn't be found out over there. You know just in case I decided to come back. Over the years I had been putting money in; few dollars here and there over the past seven years. Well, I finally closed the account and took the money to pay for the whole trip. Not all of the money but definitely a percentage of it.”

“You never told me that,” she whispered. “Why did you close it?”

“Because I don't plan on coming to England to live ever again- at least never by myself.” At this, she stayed quiet. “After I talked to my mum and she finally understood it was real between you and me, I gave her access to the account and had her wire me the money because someone had to close the account in person.”

“You talked to your mom?” my eyes widened because she didn't know I did that. “About me?”

“Well yeah, I just told her that you meant a lot to me and that I want everyone to get along with each other. That's why she was nicer to you this trip.'' I felt like I was saying too much so I just took a deep breath and turned to her in my seat. “You're not mad are you?”

She shook her head, “no, just feel a little odd. It's good to know that you closed the account because it means you believe in us, but you've had it open and cold have dipped without a second thought.”

“I would never do that to you- even when we were just friends, I would have told you if I was leaving.” This seemed to ease her mind a bit more and she seemed contempt, laying her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arms around my bicep.

“Well, the fact that you did that and decided to spoil me to absolute filth on this trip, and my gift- you have no idea how much this means to me Harry.” she lifted her head up and leaned in to kiss me before whispering in my ear, “you're like my rich sexy sugar daddy.”

“Let's not do this on a plane… again.” she giggled and made the next hour or so complete hell for my throbbing cock.

*

Paris was just like the movies right now. It was dark by the time we made it to our hotel and we both agreed we would rest and in the morning we would go out for an adventure. Everything was planned to a tee and I was getting more and more hyped for the proposal. 

Our hotel was the hotel Eiffel Trocadero, a beautiful old white brick hotel covered in plants and twinkling lights. Although the building was pretty old, the interior was brand new white and black furniture, similar vibes to my mother's house. Old frames stood tall of artwork, a dim glow of candles, and the fresh smell of roses and other flowers filled the room. Bonnie was in love. She held onto me and looked around like this was the first time she had seen anything so beautiful.

I get the same look anytime she walks into a room.

“This is amazing.” she looked up to me. “Oh I am going to fuck the shit out of you upstairs,” she whispered to me. “You have no idea how turned on I am right now Harry Styles. You can have me.”

I smirked giving her a small slap on the ass. “Prepare to cream your fucking panties.” I looked over at the front counter where a man dressed up in a nice pressed uniform walked over.

“Bonjour, bienvenue, je m'appelle William. Comment puis-je vous aider?” The man spoke looking at us. (hello, welcome my name is William how can I help you?)

“Bonjour, j'ai une réservation pour Harry Styles. Ma femme et moi sommes au dernier étage.” (Hello, I have a reservation for Harry Styles. My wife and I are on the top floor.)

Bonnie’s grip on my arm tightened. “That's hot,” she whispered to me.

Wandering hands and dirty words were exchanged between us as we were brought up to our room in the elevator. Bonnie wasn't even trying to be discreet as she slipped her hands in my pockets and squeezed my behind. 

The man let us into our room, helping us with our bags and I quickly tipped the man. “Merci beaucoup!” I said shutting the door and picking up Bonnie over my shoulder to throw her on the bed. Our lips found each other before our hands began to roam over our bodies in pure euphoria. It wasn't until Bonnie pushed me away slightly, looking at the window to realize there was a view of the Eiffel tower.

She has no idea the type of hell I went through to get a room this good during the holidays. And it was all so fucking worth it to see the look on her face right now.

It was going to be even more worth it when I took her there to propose.

*

Thanks for reading. Xx

-k