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Whiskey Lullaby Chapter 2: Nervous Love

The cab pulled up to the flat about 10 minutes later after leaving the teaming nightclub. Harry paid, and we walked to the front door. I watched as he fumbled for his key’s showing he was intoxicated as well as everyone else in that club. Finally he pulled himself together to unlock the door. We stepped into a pitch black freezing cold flat.

“Shit,” I heard Harry mumble from under his breath “I forgot to turn on the heat.”

Shivering, I slipped off my heels and slugged up the stairs to our bedroom. I closed the door and began to slip off my skin-tight, black, velvet dress. Harry suddenly walked in quivering from the cold air surging throughout the flat.  He slid off every piece of clothing and slummed into our bed. I did the same shuddering as I did so.

“I’m sorry babe, I won’t do it again. Promise” Harry said Innocently.

“It’s alright honey, I’m just freezing”

He then wrapped his arms around me combining our body heat.  He kissed my forehead and began to hum. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he lulled me to sleep.

January 1, 2012 10:00 am

I woke up with an excruciating headache caused by a massive hangover. The other side of the bed was empty so I assumed Harry had already awoken. I strolled weary down the hall and descended down the stairs. Harry was on the couch with a bowl of cereal in hand and Skins on the T.V.

“Does you head hurt as much as mine does?” I said as a pulled a cereal box out of the cabinet.

He jumped; I guess he didn’t hear me come downstairs.

“Yeah, this is the worst hangover I have ever had, and I only had 5 beers.” He responded sounding extremely drowsy.

“That’s a lot you moron.” I said shyly smiling in his direction.

I finished pouring my cereal and meandered over to the couch. I sat next to Harry.

He was silent again. It was the silence like the car last night. He seems nervous about something and I just couldn’t figure it out.

“Judging by the way that New Years party went last night I think this year will be amazing.” I said attempting to break the silence.

Suddenly he got up and left the room, leaving me there with the TV on and my bowl of cereal. Eventually he came back, with something oblong in his pocket. He sat next to me again.

“This year is going to be great, on one condition.” He said.

“What kind of condition Hun?” I responded puzzled.

Then he slid off the couch and onto the ground.  He positioned himself in front of me on one knee. Pulled out the square from his pocket. Then opened it revealing a dazzling diamond ring.

“A condition of marriage. Will you marry me Lacey?” He said staring deep into my eyes. My eyes began to fill with tears, joyful tears.

“Yes!” I jumped into his arms as he wiped my tears rolling down my cheeks.

Could life get any better?