“Harry, you’re such and idiot!” I laughed, my blue eyes shutting as I crinkled them up. Harry just tried to slide across the coffee table in his dressing room and ended up just face planting on it, not sliding an inch.
“Nuh-uh! You’re the idiot Karlie!” Harry pouted and crossed his arms.
“Aw, I’m sorry, Hazza, you’re not an idiot,” I cooed, stroking his curls.
“You know what you have to say to make me forgive you,” Harry smirked.
“Please, Harry,” I groaned, “Don’t make me do it!”
“Nope, you know if you want me to forgive you, you have to say it,” He replied.
“Fine,” I sighed, “Harry Styles is a sex god and if he wasn’t my best friend, I would totally bang him.” Harry grinned cheekily and kissed my cheek.
“Now was that so hard?” he questioned.
“It was pure torture,” I smirked and he pouted again, “Nope! Don’t even pull that face, Styles, I’m not saying it again.”
“It was worth a shot,” he winked.
“I don’t know why I keep you as my best friend,” I fake sighed, placing the back of my hand on my forehead, “It’s so stressful!”
“Hey!” Harry whined, “You know without me, your life would be completely and utterly boring.”
“Very true, little one. Now hurry up! You’re going to be going in stage in less than ten minutes and you’re not even ready!” Harry’s eyes widened and he scrambled to get his outfit on. Soon, his make-up artists came to get his make-up done while body guards took me to the VIP section. I sat down patiently waiting, the screams of teenage girls making my ears buzz. The screaming intensified when the boys stepped onto the stage. I smiled as I watched my best friends prance around on stage and make complete fools of themselves for other people's amusement. After about a half an hour of pre-teen girls screaming in my ears, I decided to join the fun. I started jumping up and down and screaming random things like 'I love you Niall!' and 'Have my babies Zayn!'. The boys heard what I was saying because I was so close and started to laugh at my randomness. About an hour later, it was time for their little break and I smiled as they answered questions that the fans tweeted in. Some were cute, but then some were rather...saucy for a concert with such young children. Once, they finished answering all the questions, Louis nudged Harry and he picked up the microphone.
"Would, um, Karlie please come up on the stage," Harry coughed awkwardly. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion but followed the bodyguard up the steps to the stage.
"What's this about, Haz?" I whispered to Harry.
"You'll see," he said and turned to the crowd, "As you all know this is my best friend for the last ten years. Well, ever since I met her, I've been in love with her. At first, I didn't know what I was feeling because I was only nine, but as I matured, I grew to know what it was; it was true love. I was always too shy to tell Karlie my feelings so I kept them inside. Day after day I fought my urges to kiss her and tell her how much I love her, not as just my best friend but as my girlfriend. You all know I'm a man of few words and this is definitely a mouthful so please, bare with me." Harry turned to look at me and got down on one knee. I gave him a small smile as tears flowed down my cheeks. I know I love him, I've always known, but I thought he was too good to look at me in any other way but a friend.
"Karlie," He questioned pulling out a large black box, "will you do the honor of being my girlfriend?" He opened the box to show a beautiful gold locket. He opened it to show a photo of us on the day we met. A mix of cheers and boos erupted from the ground but I was too focused on Harry's mesmerizing green eyes.
"Yes," I whispered. He grinned and got off his knee. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground, spinning me. More cheers and boos came from the crowd as he put me down. I lifted up my red hair so he could clip the locket on and then I turned around to face him.
"I love you, Karlie," he smiled.
"And I love you too, sex god," I winked and he laughed.
"I have something else to show you," he said and reached down his shirt, pulling out a locket similar to mine. He opened it and inside was the same picture, "That way you're always with me, even if you're not."
"But my dear Harry," I said taking a step closer to him, "I always plan on being with you." I stood on the tips of my toes to connect our lips. A wave of pleasure rushed through me as I heard the boys and all of the crowd cheer for us.