Harry Styles Proposal Novels & Stories

His voice is composed, but she could see the veins in his neck as they prove his composure is taking all the effort he has. “I actually came tonight to propose and take you with me, I really want you in my life, Lisa but I see now you do not want the same.” He takes a deep breath and swallows hard. “And don’t worry about Chris; I’m not going to tell him anything.” He frowns and gently throws the keys to her apartment on the table counter.

"Nicholas Rowe, did you already buy this house?" He pulled me close in a hug, a half-smile on his face. "Hmm. If you don't like it, then no. It's just an investment. If you do like it, then yes." How could I even respond to that? He was amazing and infuriating at the same time. He brushed my hair back and kissed up and down my neck, well aware of how to get his way in almost any situation. "I think Harry will like it," he said, rubbing my belly.

"Carol, please do as she said. Pack your stuffs and leave. There's nothing I can do." "But Sir..." "LEAVE." Harry orders and she's out of the office. I sit on his chair, feeling much bossy. It's so good to finally put that bitch in her place. What was she thinking? Trying to steal my man? "You like what you're doing, don't you, Mrs. Styles." He sits on the desk, pulling the chair closer to him. "Yes, I do." I turn my face away from him. "I forgot you were this jealous."

“Are you two being all serious again? Because I just found the most ridiculous centerpiece design and you both need to see it.” Harry smiled, warmth flooding his face. “Show us.” She burst into the room, laying out glossy photos on Elena’s desk. “Tell me you don’t hate this.” Elena tilted her head. “Is that… a gold swan?” Naomi beamed. “Two gold swans. Because love.” Harry groaned. “I’m being attacked by décor.” Naomi rolled her eyes. “You proposed in front of half the city, Dad. You lost the right to complain.”

Harry saw that Tessa was deeply contemplating his words so he added, “How about we go on a few dates? Not as friends but as people aspiring to be lovers. We can call it a trial date. Just tell me that you’re willing to try and I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy.” Tessa inhaled sharply, her stomach churning but she nodded in the end. If her children wanted a father figure, she would do whatever it takes to make them happy. Aaron- the sperm donor was out of the question so Harry would make do. .... The next day, Harry was quick to show up on time at Tessa’s apartment. He was in a casual grey T-shirt and dark jeans. Tessa stepped out in a simple pastel pink pencil dress with no ma

Serena groaned as Hadley burst into laughter. "I hope Harry is there." Hadley grinned. Serena rolled her eyes. Harry was the Williams's almost thirty years old son who kept on asking her to go on a date with him. She didn't like him, he was ugly, he had so much hair and wore wide square glasses which he thought were cool. He drove this red car that had to see the mechanic every week. He wasn't her type of guy, he acted older than he already was. "What are you cooking?" Serena asked.

He jokingly said, "Because the person I proposed to is so stubborn, to the point where just once isn't enough." “You said that it was a proposal? That's right. Let’s say so." "Oh, so you want a proposal like people? Surprise? With a bouquet of flowers in a fancy restaurant?" "Don't ever dare! Considering that I will undoubtedly reject you directly and leave you there by yourself." Diaz was made to chuckle once more. He found it really interesting the way Claire spoke and expressed her annoyance by having a nearly flat face. "So, I won't be rejected once more then?"

“It’s okay…” “No, it's not,” My breath catches. “The ring’s in my safe. Platinum, simple, like you wanted. I was going to propose on your birthday next month. Take you to the pier where we first kissed.” Harry’s laugh melts something in my chest. “Then I’ll get down on one knee like a fucking cliche. I swear you’ll love it. I’ve memorized it a thousand times—” I shake my head. “Please, Ha, I have to keep my promise.”

Then his gaze flicks once more to the torn sofa before landing squarely on me and gives me an unimpressed look. "Sir, you're acting..." Harry slowly said. "Like Ms. Sinclair just accepted your marriage proposal." "Why? It is not really that different." But Harry's face doesn’t move an inch. "She said yes to the deal you offered. A contract and not to a proposal. Which, the last I checked, still doesn't exist." The smile on my face falters just slightly. I glance down at the papers I've already signed then back at Harry. Then I give him the smallest scowl I can manage.

Acknowledging my mea culpa for springing something so monumental on her. Frankly, I’m equally stunned by this scenario. I didn’t go into tonight’s “date” with thoughts of proposing. On the other hand, I might have subconsciously considered that seeing her in an evening gown was, indeed, going to bring certain ideations to light. And the most resonant fact is, the concept of marrying Bailey Storm is absolutely nowhere near as shocking to the system for me as it is for her. Mostly because she’ll be wrestling over the concept of marrying a king.