A few months later [They're both still 21]
We stood in the middle of the large hall that was booked for today in Holmes Chapel, watching my boyfriend's brother and my best friend get engaged. They both looked so happy as they slipped the ring on one another's hand. Truly, there's nothing more beautiful that a couple that's in love.
I clasped Harry's hand, wondering if both of us would ever get a chance to exchange these rings. It'd be wonderful to have other people think about us like that.
Suddenly, I felt Harry's body tense beside me. I glanced at him to see that his smile had faded away, as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth.
My eyes drifted to where he was looking, seeing his mom stand at the side of the hallway. She stood with her spouse, Harry's step father, as he had mentioned to me once, smiling wide as she watched one of her sons get engaged, and of course, married soon. "Harry..." I whispered, trying to gain his attention. He expectantly looked at me with a nervous chuckle. "Yeah?" His voice sounded dry, like he'd just tasted something sour. "You should go and talk to them. They're your parents as well." I nodded towards their direction. "No, no, we're fine- uh, they're fine.. I'm.. uh good." He stuttered, diverting his eyes from me with a slight laugh. "Come on Harry, don't be a coward. It's been so long since we've come back to our hometown!" "I know, but they don't want to." He shook his head disappointedly. "How will you know if you've never tried?" I questioned, dragging him forward. "Come on!"