Harry's P.O.V

To say that things have been good would be the biggest understatement of the century. After I came home from my week of promotional work in Los Angeles and London, I haven't had to leave since. I have had the occasional radio interview, but I can do those on the phone from home. About a month after that, my album came out. It hit number one within the first half hour and everyone really seems to love it.

The album has about five songs on it that are just about Louis. Then there are another two or three about Kayden. Overall, the fans are really able to see how happy I am from the songs and the lyrics.

A week or so after the album came out, it was Kayden's birthday. We had a huge birthday party for her at our house. We invited all of our family and friends, as well as all the friends Kayden had from school. Of course, I couldn't resist and rented just about every bounce house I could find. Kayden and the other kids absolutely loved it.

She is five now, and she is going to be starting primary school in the fall. However, don't tell Louis this. Even though she goes to a daycare type school now, every time someone brings up primary school, he cries. I can't exactly say I blame him. The thought of her getting older makes me upset too.

I can't believe Louis and Kayden have been in my life for a little over a year now. It has been the best year of my life, without a doubt. We have lived together for almost six months and surprisingly we rarely ever fight. Which is great because I don't like fighting with him. Things have been going so well that recently I've been thinking a lot about something.

"Woah H. That's huge." Gemma said as we walked.

"I know. Am I crazy?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No, no. Not at all. Anyone with eyes can see you two are meant for each other."

I smiled at that. She was right. All of the fan hate about Louis died down a while ago. Everyone seems to be able to just see how happy he makes me, which I guess makes it easier to accept him. Of course there are still the few that are bitter but we just ignore them.

"So do you think it's a good idea? I mean, I don't want to rush him and I don't want to make a fool out of myself." I began to ramble.

"Haz." Gemma chuckled. "Shut up. You know it's a good idea and you know in your heart what he will say."

I sighed. She's right. However, it doesn't make me any less nervous.

"Will you help me pick it out?"

Gemma squealed. "YES! Can we go now?"

I nodded and she grabbed my hand and started walking quickly to the jewelry store that we buy all of our jewelry from. The owner is a close family friend and is very considerate. He's older, in his early 70s, but his jewelry store is his pride and joy. Whenever I need to go in there, he closes the store so I can have some privacy while I shop. We arrived quite quickly, since walking around this area was my plan.

"Oh. Harry, Gemma! What a surprise!" George greeted with a smile. "Let me just finish up with this one customer and I will close for lunch." We greeted him back and thanked him. About ten minutes later, the customer left and he locked the doors. "Now, what can I help you with?"

"Little H here is growing up." Gemma teased, nudging me with her elbow. I laughed.

"Oh yeah? How so?" He asked.

"Well, I'm looking for a ring." I said simply.

"That isn't anything new." He smiled. "I have plenty new ones here that fit your usual style."

Gemma smiled brightly as I nervously rubbed the back of my neck. "Well the ring I'm looking for isn't for me." I told him.

George instantly looked up with a surprised look on his face.

"You mean.... You're looking for an engagement ring!?" He asked hopefully.

I nodded and him and Gemma began to talk about how wonderful this is. I couldn't help but smile. Seeing people excited about this made me realize how much people approve of the two of us together. This is all I have ever wanted. I have Kayden, and she is the best daughter I could ever ask for. I have Louis, who makes my entire world brighter. And I have all my friends' and family's love and support. I really couldn't ask for anything more.

George pulled out a variety of different rings. I quickly told him to put away the yellow gold and silver ones. I knew that I wanted either white gold or platinum. As I was looking them over, some caught my eye, but none really screamed 'Louis' to me.

"I don't know George. Do you have any other ones?" I asked.

He appeared to be thinking. "Let me see." He began to look around behind the counter.

As we were standing there, someone knocked at the door. We all turned to look and saw that it was a delivery man. George quickly excused himself and went to retrieve the package. As he was doing that, I walked over to the watches so news didn't get out that I was looking at rather plain looking rings. Everyone knows that isn't exactly my style. After George finished up signing for the small package, we walked back over to where the rings were.

"Let me just open this, and then I will get right back to you." He said.

"Take your time. We're in no rush." I told him.

He opened the box and seemed to be taking inventory when something made my breath hitch. It was a small band that looked to be platinum. It had a few tiny stones in it, all of them a shade of green that matched my eyes. It reminded me of a time Louis said my eyes are his favorite color.

"Lou. Babe. Come on. We need to decide on paint." I told him, standing in the middle of the hardware store. He clearly had no desire to help with this.

"Don't leave it up to me Harry. If it were up to me, I would paint every room in that house the color of your eyes." He sassed.

I laughed. "The color of my eyes?" He nodded. "Why the color of my eyes?"

He looked at me as if the answer was obvious. "Because. It reminds me of spring and comfort and happiness and you. It has become my absolute favorite color."

I smiled brightly and wrapped my arms around him tightly. "Sap." I teased and he threw his head back in laughter.

"George!" I said suddenly. "Can I see that one?!"

He looked down at what I was pointing at and smiled. He brought over the box and I picked up the ring. It was perfect. A platinum ring with three tiny green stones, the middle one being slightly larger than the rest.

"This one." I said surely.

"Really?!" Gemma asked. "That's the one?!"

I nodded. "This is the one."

Gemma and George smiled at me and George began to box up the ring in the best box he could find.

"This ring is rather pricey, because it is one of a kind. This company only makes one of each ring. Each one is different." He explained, though he knew I didn't care about the price. He rang up the ring and told me the total. "£30,500" He said.

Gemma gasped. "That's an expensive ring H."

I handed George my credit card without hesitation. "Louis is worth more than all the money in the world." I said honestly.

George finished up the purchase and we left the house. I asked Gemma to hold onto the ring for me until it was time. Living with Louis, I couldn't risk him finding it. She agreed and I trusted her with it. I left Gemma, telling her there was one other place I needed to go today. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. I got into the car and started the all too familiar drive.

As I pulled up, I took deep breaths and approached the door. I knocked twice and tried to calm myself down. The door opened and Jay stood there with a smile on her face.

"Harry. What a pleasure." She said, opening the door wider for me to come in. "Where are Louis and Kayden?"

"At home." I told her. "I'm actually here for you."

She looked at me curiously. "Okay. Let me make us some tea and we will sit and chat."

I nodded and took a seat at the table. We made some small talk about my album and upcoming tour. After the tea was made, we went out to the garden to talk privately.

"So, what is this about Harry?" She asked.

"Well, lately I have been thinking a lot. I love your son. There is only one person in the world I love more than your son, and that is your granddaughter." She smiled and I continued. "Recently, I haven't been able to think about my tour without thinking about how I'd like to make the next step with Louis first. I don't want to leave again as him being just my boyfriend. So, I want to ask your son to marry me, and I would like your blessing."

She smiled brightly. "Oh Honey!" She reached over and gave me a hug. "Absolutely. You have my blessing completely!" She said excitedly.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and visibly relaxed. "Oh good." I said.

"Did you really think I would say no?" She laughed.

I shook my head. "Not exactly, but I'm afraid people might think it's too soon. I'm mostly afraid Louis will think it's too soon."

"Harry, he loves you. I honestly believe with my whole heart that he will be thrilled." She said calmly.

I smiled. We talked a little more about my plans for proposing. I knew what I had in mind because I dreamt about it once. Jay seemed to love my idea. I had Gemma send me a picture of the ring so I could show her and she loved it. "It couldn't be more Louis." She said.

That night, I went into my studio and acted as if I was doing a small amount of work while Louis was putting Kayden to bed. Meanwhile, I was actually making a few phone calls and writing on notecards. Once I was done, I went upstairs and cuddled Louis until he fell asleep. I put my plan into action and snuck out of the bed. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I smiled as I placed the first notecard.