Bonnie

I was having one of those strange dreams where you're falling and I was suddenly sitting in front of a grand piano watching Harry play a few notes. I knew it was a dream because Harry doesn't play the piano very well.

Water began to fill the room very quickly. It was an odd dream but I didn't feel scared of him it the situation, no, I felt calm and completely at ease. He turned to me and smiled quietly whispering to me that it was okay. It was like that scene in Titanic when the boat is sinking and the water is rising. The old couple lying in their beds awaiting their final breaths, only holding onto each other and their love to feel safe. 

And then as I came to, waking up from my slumber, I recognized what that dream meant. Even as I sat there and my world was falling apart, as long as I had Harry, as long as I was near him, everything was okay. The troubling feeling like something wasn't right had just vanished and I was content.

I felt even calmer as I woke up completely and realized what had woken me up. Sitting beside me in bed, gently touching my arm with the back of his hand to wake me up carefully, was Harry. He was in a tuxedo, and I was very confused. Was I dreaming again?

“Harry?” I sat up, looking around to see the time. “How long was I asleep? What the hell are you wearing?”

Clearly, I was still dreaming. That is until he kissed my lips and I was positive I was awake and this was the surprise he had for me. “Hey, you wanna do something with me real quick?” I nodded because whatever this was that required him to wear a suit, must have been good. “Good, get dressed for me?”

I sat up and looked at the time, raising an eyebrow at how long I had actually been asleep. “It's one in the morning- Harry?”

“You trust me, baby?” he looked at me with a small smirk, completely melting my heart. I nodded, standing to my feet, only to find a red dress hanging by the window. I looked at him as he nodded for me to go put it on.

After I got dressed and fixed myself up a little, he took me hand in hand down to the lobby where the man at the front desk waved to Harry and said something to him with a thumbs up. 

Trust was something that our relationship seemed to be based on. When we were friends, I had to trust Harry whenever our fun nights began to get too crazy, and just believe that when he told me things would work out, they would, in fact, work out. When I began working and felt as if I didn't know what I was doing half the time, I trusted Harry's opinion and advice on how to succeed. When we began our friends with benefits relationship, I trusted him as he pushed me out of my comfort zone and taught me things about myself I never knew before.

I trusted this man with my life, and even when we broke up, I trusted him to come back to me and for him to be able to change, and trust me with his whole heart after I had been the one to break his in the first place.

Perhaps this trip was just meant to show me that he did love me, or maybe he just wanted to spoil me. But in the back of my mind, I had a small feeling I knew what he was doing here with me, but instead of asking him and ruining something he had clearly spent a lot of time planning, I, for the first time, just shut up and let him lead the way.

Once outside in the cold December air, Harry placed another jacket over me, to keep me warmer. He walked with me, one hand firmly around my waist and the other reaching out to open the door of a car, seemingly waiting for us outside of the hotel. The driver asked for Harry and Harry replied quietly, thanking him and sitting down beside me in the back seat.

I wasn't nervous, I was excited. 

“I know usually when I blindfold you it's because we're getting freaky-”

“Harry-”

“-But, I have a surprise and I need to cover your eyes.” he chuckled pulling out a blindfold. 

Without hesitation I nodded, turning my back to him so he could reach around me and place the blindfold over my eyes. The car continued to drive for about ten minutes, and the only sense of comfort was the feeling of Harry's hand holding mine, the warmth of him beside me, and a gentle hum coming from his throat. A small kiss was placed on my cheek before the car stopped and I was helped out of the car, walking out into the cold and then somewhere warm that smelled like fresh baked goods, mixed with the aroma that I could only guess was the wine or maybe even fruits.

“Harry?” I just wanted to hear his voice over the talking and mixture of French and broken English. 

“Right here my love, we’re almost there.” I nodded, holding onto him tighter before I heard another voice speak, followed by a door opening and the cold nipping at my face.

When we stopped, I felt Harry take in a deep breath and slowly turn me before carefully taking off the blindfold. 

As I opened my eyes, I was staring at Harry who stood near a brick wall and a door that seemed to be an entrance to a building. “Where are we?” I wondered as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting around Harry and me. Slowly he turned me around and there, completely lit up from top to bottom, closer than ever from the balcony of some building was the view of Paris, the Eiffel Tower, and about a million stars in the sky.

“Oh my- it's so beautiful!” I looked over at Harry and he seemed to just be staring at me. I shook my head and took a step forward to wrap my arms around him, kissing him for a moment before turning my head to look back at the view.

Harry walked me over to the edge of the building to stand behind me and wrap his arms around me and just simply take at the moment. “How did you do this?”

“Long story short?” I nodded. “I just cleared out my savings.” I laughed, shaking my head. “I'll tell you another time because it feels like it's taken a long time to get here to this moment.” he chuckled kissing the top of my head. 

We decided to take some photos and even set up a timer, capturing a photo of us with the view behind. This was straight out of a movie scene, and I had never been so glad for such a cliche moment.

I began to shiver a bit and Harry seemed to just be standing next to me thinking for a moment. “Can I tell you something?” I turned to face him face to face as we mirrored our leaning position against the railing. “I have never loved anyone as much as I love you. No one makes me as happy, or as fulfilled, accomplished, angry, sad, or emotional as you, Bonnie. When I first saw you in school I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and it took me so long to just admit that I was crazy in love with you. The first night I got to hold you in my arms, I imagined what it would be like to be able to call you mine and it was a feeling that I get a thousand times every time you sleep pressed up against me.”

I sniffled, wiping away a single tear as he spoke. “You're making me cry.”

“I know I'm sorry, I promise that I'm never gonna do that again unless they are happy tears of course.” he chuckled. “Um...when we spent that time apart… I knew that I never wanted to do that again. I want to be with you forever and I know that I already asked…” Carefully he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a blue box, slowly dropping down to one knee. 

Even with the thought in the back of my mind, having the man of your dreams kneeling in front of you with a ring was like a dream. “Oh my god!”

“Bonnie, I know we know that I proposed to you mid-orgasm.” he laughed, opening the box to reveal a beautiful red ring, surrounded by diamonds. “But I think this is a better story to tell the kids, don't you?” I nodded, laughing through my tears. “Will you marry me?”

I nodded quickly, “Yes! Yes! Thousand times yes!” I wrapped my arms around him and knocked both of us to the ground, kissing him all over his face.

When we pulled away he smiled at me as I laid on top of him, straddling him. He reached carefully behind me and grabbed the ring from the box, taking my hand and carefully placing the ring onto my finger. I smiled at him and just wrapped my arms around him, still on the floor, holding him close to me.

"Thank god you said yes, you have no idea the amount of hell I went through to get this ring." I pulled away and smiled big at him.

"Really?" He nodded. "Well, you're really dumb to think I could ever say no to you." I kissed him again. "I love you."

"I love you more, baby."

*

Something came over me back at the hotel. Perhaps it was the giant ring on my finger or the man next to me looking like pure sex, but I could feel myself getting too excited and way to awake considering it was five in the morning.

As soon as Harry closed the door, I ripped off my jacket, walking over to jump into his arms. With my legs securely wrapped around his waist, Harry seemed to be amused by my actions. “We should shower first, we've been rolling around in the ground.'' I nodded but didn't get off of him. He laughed, lifting me up and over his shoulder, giving me a slap on the ass before making his way to the shower.

After a shower, we sat in our bathrobes on the bed as Harry began to order food. I couldn't stop staring at my ring and how beautiful and unique it was. Nothing I would have picked for myself, but that's probably because I would have never thought an engagement ring would look like this ever. Harry had taken the idea that my mind wouldn't have created because of my lack of creativity and turned it into a dream.

But maybe I just loved him so much that the man could have given me any old ring and I would have found the beauty in it anyway.

Harry hung up the phone and set it aside. “Food should be here in forty minutes. Hopefully, we don't fall asleep by then.'' I turned to him and shook my head, dropping down to the ground to kneel right in front of him. “Fuck….are you-” 

“That gives me just enough time.'' I pulled off my robe, setting it down below my knees. I pushed my hair back and began undoing Harry's robe.  Harry seemed a bit caught off guard as I exposed him to me. He had tried to control himself in the bathroom but I knew he had been hard and ready since we got here. I wrapped my hand around him and looked up to him as my bottom lip barely touched him. “Want to show you how much I love you, and my ring, and everything from this trip.”

“Fuck me-” he groaned as I swirled my tongue around the crown of his cock, moaning at the taste of him on my tongue and letting the saliva drip from my mouth down his shaft. Taking him deeper and deeper, I felt a pooling between my legs and my nipples hard and needy. With one hand helping me reach what I couldn't fit into my mouth, the other began playing with myself, which caused Harry's head to drop back for a second just before coming back to look down as I began rubbing circles against my clit. Harry groaned deeply, taking my hair into a makeshift ponytail and bobbing my head faster.

But I didn't want to lose control right now, so I pulled away and stood up, shoving Harry back onto the bed. He seemed amused, tossing his robe aside to lay flat against the mattress. “I wanna ride you.” he nodded using both his hands to signal for me to get on top of him. Little did he know, I was not talking about sex just yet. 

Crawling on the bed, I shuffled my way over to him, swinging on leg over to straddle his face. “Oh fuck yes, come here princess, daddy's gonna make you cum so hard.” 

Right now as Harry's hands held me in place as I straddled his head and he ate me out like he was a man starved for years, I began to pray that I wasn't being too loud and for once the food being sent up was late like usual. I couldn't take the feeling of needing him inside me anymore and tapped against Harry's hand, letting him know that as much as I wanted to cum on his tongue, I much preferred when he was inside of me.

Disheveled hair and wet lips turning into a smirk, Harry wrapped a hand around himself using his precum to pump himself slowly as I adjusted myself over him to sink down onto him. Sensitive, he smacked his cock against my clit and chuckled as I let out a high pitched whimper. Finally, he found my entrance and helped me sit down, feeling the fullness of him inside me again. “Daddy...”

Harry sat up and held me close to him as he kissed my chest, helping me lift my hips up to ride him slow and steady. “That fucking food better not get here soon, not until I get you to come all over my cock.”

Running my fingers through his curls I tugged his head back and looked at him with my mouth slightly open, trying to speak through a small moan. "Harry I-" 

It was all too much, I was crying in pure joy, and he seemed to understand, holding me close and letting me have a moment. "It's okay."

"It's more than okay," I mumbled against his shoulder. This was way more than just okay.

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