A/N

Okay I'm going to be skipping a few months here. They already went on that date from the last chapter so this a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT DATE. I'm trying to wrap this book up but I might repost it later and it should be totally different.

So anyway, Yeah blah blah blah skip a few months, you didnt miss anything importiant.

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(5 months later)

I shimmied into a tight black dress, which just happen to be my favorite, and one of Harry's as well.

I had already done my make up, it wasn't much. I put on my necklace that was gold with different pastel colored stones in it. And lastly I stepped into my 2in black heels with gold sparkles along the bottom of it.

I looked at the clock and I had bout 25 minutes till I need to be back at the restaurant with Harry. I had texted him and called him he didn't answer. I'm sure he had to clean the dishes and all that "fun" stuff.

I arrived at the restaurant with 5 minutes to spare and that gave me enough time to make any touch ups on my make-up.

Once I was sure I looked presentable I walked through the glass doors ad looked around for any movement. I couldn't find anything but I did see white rose peddles scattered on the floor. the was also I sign, clearly written in Harry's terrible handwriting to "follow the path of peddles my love :)". I laughed to my self as I did just that.

I followed the stairs all the way up to a small secluded room. I walked in and there was just one table for two with a candle and a white rose laying beside it. I walked a little closer, but nearly jumped out of my skin when two massive hands covered my eyes.

"Guess who?" the voice said while their hot breath fanned across my neck.

"Austin?" I smiled. He chuckled.

"Nope. Guess again." He paced a gently kiss at the base of my neck.

I grabbed his wrist and pried his hands off my eyes. "Harry?"

"Yup." He kissed my neck again and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Dinnertime babe." He took hold of my hand and let me over to the table, pulling my chair out like the gentleman he is.

I gave him a quiet thank you as he pulled a small trolley, that two silver platter was sitting on, over to the left side of the table. He removed the candles and placed the platter in it's place.

"I present to you," he took the lid off of the platter in front of me, "some fancy French dish that I can't pronounce." I let out a loud laugh as he sat back down in his seat. I took my fork and poked at the meat looking up at him questioning. "Go on, try a bite. It won't kill you."

I did as he said and took a bite of the meat. It was actually really good.

"Did you cook this?"

"Why, yes I did." he smiled at me. His eyes were squeezed shut and his smile reached his eyes.

"Well, it's very good." I complement and take another bite.

Allthrough dinner we were laughing and talking about work. We were soon done with the fabulous meal that Harry cooked, and then went on to dessert that he baked as well. It was a scoop of icecream with a hot fudge filled brownie thing. I was on my second glass of wine and Harry was on his third.

We finished our dessert, but quite a few times I had to baby Harry by wipping his mouth off for him. I could tell he was a little embarressed, but I found it rather cute. Harry gathered our dirty dishes, placing them on the trolly, and wheeling it back to where I'm assuming the wash room is.

He came back to the table and stood infront of me taking my hands in his. He pulled at my arms signaling me to stand, so I did.

"Can I have a dance?" He asked. I loked at him questioningly as if to say there wasn't any music, and I guess he read my mind. He pulled a small remote from his pocket and pointed it to the corner and soft music started playing. There was no words, It was just an instramental track. I soon reconized it as Say Something.

I smiled to myself as he pulled me closer by the hips, we started swaying back and forth. Harry and I haven't had a lot of these kinds of moments, but when we do they are perfect. His hand rest on the small of my back with my arms around his waist and my head on his chest. I could hear the steady pounding of his heart. I closed my eyes and just focused on the rhythm. I breathed in his strong odor and sighed. I immediately felt his heart rate increase.

I've thought about it before but I never really thought about it till now. Every little thing I do seems to make Harry's heart flutter or skip a beat. He does the same to me.

Just the sight of Harry makes a weird feeling rush through my body, from head to toe. I feel like I can move, and even if I could I wouldn't want to. When I'm looking at him and he looks straight back I me, I feel paralyzed. I always absentmindedly gravitate towards him, he doesn't wen have to tell me to move. Everything I do revokes around him, ok well not everything but I wouldn't mind if it did. This might bee too soon to say this, but I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I want to plan my future and I want him to be apart of every little detail. I've never felt this way about anyone, but Harry seems to be the exception. I've never been able to say this about anyone before, but I can say it with him and I would shout it from the roof top if I could.

I am truly I love with him.

"Bella?" Harry stopped moving and stood perfectly still. I looked at him and waited for him to continue.

He looked down at the ground and too a deep breath "I've been thinking about this for quite a while, and I've asked Gram and Austin about this as well and they agreed." He took both of my hands in his and rubbed his thumbs over the back of them.

"I don't really what to embarrass myself, so I might as well just get straight to it." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly and shaky.

My heart felt like it was about to rip out of my chest, it was beating so hard and fast.

He took a small step back and reached in his pocket.

My breathing picked up and my breaths were becoming shallower. Suddenly everything happened in slow motion.

He pulled his hand out of his pocket and went down on one knee. He still had one of my hands in his while the other was covering my mouth. I was trying to hold back the tears.

He looked up and my with a smirked graced on his face.

"Will you marry me?"