Arabella’s POV
“Time to hit the beach!” the rest of the girls shouted. It’s our last day here, and we want to make the best of it.

The girls and I just tanned all morning until the guys decide to throw us into the ocean.

“Why do you keep doing that?” I whined.

“I just don’t want you to burn up,” Harry says. I laugh at him.

“I wore sunscreen! Silly boy,” I poke his cheek.

“Hey!” he said offended.

I giggle and then run back to shore, leaving him there clueless. He snaps back into realization and runs after me. He grabs me by the waist and spins me around. He smiles widely at me. I look at him confused. Why is he- oh my gosh…

Harry gets down on one knee. He pulls something from out of his trunk pockets. Is this seriously going where I think it is?

“Arabella Faith Lyons,” I guess it is, “you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I want the world to know that you are mine. Would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

I looked around; everyone was waiting for me to say something. Was I ready for this? I love Harry with all my heart, and I don’t plan on loving anyone else.

“Yes, Harry. I would love to marry you!” I said. He slips the ring on my finger. It’s similar to the promise ring, but it’s real. He swoops me up in his arms and cheers erupt from all of my friends. I’m finally going to be forever the man I love; I’m going to become Mrs. Harry Styles.