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Somehow in the back of my mind, I knew Harry would not forget about me. Because his tremendous love for me and mine for him was real, and I could feel it. It wasn't another high school romance that was forgotten almost instantly, it was true love.

I love Harry with all of my heart, I really do. Nothing that special to both of us could just fade away. The memories of this summer will be forever embedded in my mind. But, if this little romance doesn't work between us, I will always remember Harry as my first true love. And I will never forget it for as long as I live.

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*Four years later*

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As I watched him walk off the plane, my heart nearly burst. Today is the day that I have been looking forward to for a long time.

His eyes finally found me and he lockes his with mine. They immediately lit up brighter than the sun as he started to run at me, dropping his luggage on the airport floor.

I ran too, and he pulled me into a warm embrace. Tears spilled out of my eyes. I have been waiting four months to see his smiling face. Those many long lonely nights of longing for him have payed off. He is here, with me.

"I've missed you so much." I cried, not daring to let go. My legs were wrapped around him, my face buried in the crook of his neck. All around us I see people giving us weird looks, but I didn't care the slightest bit.

"You too, love." He said in my ear, making me smile. I pull away so I am facing him, my face probably bright red and my makeup running out of my eyes. He grew his hair out, so his curls are tossled messily around his face. He had some stubble around his mouth, but he still looked as handsome as ever.

He kisses my forehead gently, making my heart flutter.

"You look beautiful." He says raspily, smiling.

I still get the best feeling inside when he compliments me. My heart beats really fast, and my smile just won't go away.

"Thanks Harry. You look beyond handsome." I smile. Even after after a nine-hour plane ride, he still seems happy and ready to go somewhere. He is never impatient or angry around me, and I love it.

I realize that we were just standing there staring at each other in the middle of a crowded airport. My cheeks flushed, and we started to walk. He took my hand in his.

One question raced through my mind.

Where on earth are we going?

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Harry turns the steering wheel, driving my car. I offered to drive, but he insisted that he should. He is always such a gentlemen.

I saw in the distance that same arena that my first ever concert was at. It seems impossible that that was almost four and a half years ago.

To put it simple, that one night changed my life completely.

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"So, what is your name?" Harry asked, smiling at me while holding his microphone. The screaming intensified just from Harry talking.

He held out his microphone for me to talk in, and I forgot my name for a couple of seconds.

"T-Tara Wilson," I said with barely any voice left from screaming. My face was bright red for some unknown reason.

The crowd cheered, and Harry set his hand on my shoulder. I tried not to have a heart attack as my cheeks warmed even more. Harry Styles was touching me.

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"TARA!" Harry yells, waving his hands in front of my face. I snap out of it, and see Harry in front of me, his expression full of humor and worry at the same time.

"We're here." He says, pointing out the window. I do a double take when I see where we are. We are at the arena.

When I was about to get out of the car, I see Harry walking over to my side. He opens the car door for me.

I smile.

"Harry, you're such a gentlemen." I chuckle. We walk forwards the arena, that is comepletely empty.

"Well, its better than being an asshole, right!" Harry says, and I laugh at the way he says ass in his British accent. It sounds like 'ahss'.

We get to the main entrance, and walk inside.

"Remember this place?" Harry smirks.

"Just like yesterday," I say, looking at the tall ceilings. "Or four years ago."

He sighs. "It's really been that long?"

"Yeah." I breath.

I look in the concert area, and remember when I was right here, bouncing off the walls with excitement waiting for the boys to come on the stage. Yes, I still remember that angry security guard.

Harry leads me to the main concert area, and I freak out again because it looks exactly the same. I kind of wish Chloe was here.

I grab Harry's hand, and run to where I remember my seat was at. Which, of coarse, was on the other side of the arena.

"Alright, you stay here." He says when we get there, and starts to walk down the aisle. I watch as he gets down to the main floor, and up onto the stage. In the middle of that, he grabs a microphone that actually worked, surprisingly.

He taps the top of the mic, testing it, and starts to talk.

"We are going to pick a lucky directioner to come up to the stage!" He says, doing his best Niall impersonation. Surprisingly it was pretty good. I laughed at him anyway.

That was my cue. I started jumping up and down like a lunatic, screaming and pretending to hold up the gigantic poster that I remember I was holding.

"You!" He points at me. "Up there!"

I walk down the miles it takes to get up to the stage, and get up right next to Harry. I still get some of the adrenaline rush I did when I did this for real.

Harry turned to face me, and dropped the microphone. He took a deep breath.

"Tara, when I first saw you walk up to this stage, I couldn't take my eyes off you. I thought you were so beautiful, even when your face was turning bright red." He stops to look at me, and smiles. "Like now."

"I can't help it, you're making me blush!" I laugh, my face beyond red.

He walks closer to me.

"When we had our first kiss, on the balcony in Chula Vista, and when I was on the news with that girl....you were mad. I knew you were. But when I came to your room and told you it was just a misunderstanding, and I love you, you forgave me and said it back. You said that you loved me too. And that was when I knew that we were meant to be."

I smiled, and my eyes were tearing up.

"That is why I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

And that is when he did it.

He kneeled down on one knee, and I gasped. He took a little box out of his jacket pocket.

"I have waited a long time to do this." He opened the box, and sitting in it was a beautiful ring.

"Tara Rose Wilson, will you marry me?" He says.

I was speechless. Absolutely speechless.

"Harry.... Yes." I cried, and he looked up at me, his eyes glassy.

"Yes. Yes. A million times yes!" I cried, and hugged him so hard. I looked down at him, cupped his face, and kissed him. I was crying, smiling, and laughing at the same time. He proposed to me.

I pulled away, and jumped down.

"H-Harry, I love you so much. More than the world itself." I cried, pulling on his shirt collar.

"I love you too, T-Tara," he says, also crying.

In the distance, I hear a bunch of yells of joy.

"It worked!"

I turn around, and to my surprise, I see four guys and one girl running down the aisle, and coming up to the stage.

They all come to hug us, only making us cry even more. Liam, Niall, Louis, and Zayn went to tackle Harry, while Chloe came over to me to give me a giant hug.

"Chloe!" I scream, crying my eyes out and hugging her tight. I haven't seen her since we graduated high school, which was three years ago.

"Tarabear!" Louis yells, tackling me in a hug. I laughed until I couldn't breath anymore.

"I've missed you so much Boobear!" I cry/laugh/smile. I have no idea what I am even doing anymore.

We all did a giant group hug, half of us crying and half of us laughing or yelling at the top of our lungs. This was one of the best days of my life, without a doubt.

"So you guys are engaged now, yeah?!" Niall shouts. I walk over to Harry and hold onto his hand.

"Yes." I smile, kissing Harry's cheek.

"We told you we would never forget you! Did you think that?" Liam asks.

"Not once. Not now. Not ever." I say, trying to stop crying.