When I thought about they way the rest of my life was to be, this wasn't it. I imagined a romantic candlelit dinner for two and me down on one knee starting the rest of my life with one simple question. So you can only imagine the shock I received when I got a text message from Noelle, my girlfriend of a year and a half, saying we were through. The day I decided I'm going to marry her; she decides things aren't working out between us.

"Did I miss something?" I asked Danny as we walked into the elevator leading to the recording studio our record company had us in.

Dan laughed to himself before replying. "You obviously missed everything.

Noelle is a supermodel, Harry. You should have worshipped the ground she walked on."

I shook my head in disbelief. I could never understand Danny's philosophy when it came to women. We stepped out of the elevator and through the double glass doors to be welcomed by smiling faces. As I walked down the corridor with Danny I could feel the black velvet box beat against my leg in my front jean pocket. I pulled it out and halting to look at the diamond ring that lay inside the box. The lights from above made the diamonds sparkle. "Guess I won't need this anymore," I said to myself as I closed the box and tossed it into a nearby trash can. I caught up with Danny and entered the studio where Tom and Dougie were waiting for us.

"Heard about Noelle, Haz, sucks man," Dougie said as I stepped in the room.

I looked at him wondering how he knew without saying a word to him about it. As if reading my mind, he pointed over at Danny. "Is nothing sacred to you?"

"What? They were going to find out sooner or later anyway. I figured it'd be sooner rather than later."

Tom smacked the back of Danny's head for me. "Doug told me when Dan sent him the text man, but good riddance. She wasn't good enough for you anyway."

I rolled my eyes at Tom. Every time Noelle and I had a fight, Tom would go into this long speech on how Noelle couldn't be trusted and how she wasn't good enough for me. We all blamed Tom's newly acquired outspoken fatherly instinct on the fact that his girlfriend, Sydney, was eight months pregnant.

"Let's just get to work, okay? No more talk of Noelle or engagements, got it?"

Tom and Dougie nodded, but Danny had to say something. "So we can talk about the model that got the cover for this year's Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue?" He lifted the magazine out of his back pocket of his jeans. He turned it to me and I saw her staring back at me. I jumped at him finally losing my cool.

It took both Tom and Dougie to pull me off Danny and when they did Danny had a fat lip. Dougie held me back as Tom stepped in between us. Tom pointed at Danny and spoke in his 'father-knows-best' voice. "No more, Dan. Can't you see he's in pain? He didn't rub it in your face when that Brazilian model completely ignored you. Show a little respect, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah," Danny said wiping up the blood trickling down his lip.

We all got set up in the booth, not saying a word to each other. I had just gotten situated behind the drum kit when a petite dark haired girl walked into the studio. I watched her as she spoke to the sound engineer sitting at the board. A few moments later, the engineer's voice came over the intercom. "Harry, this woman has something for you."

I dropped my sticks in the bucket on the floor and walked out of the booth. I opened the door to the hall and held it open for her. I shut the door behind us and shoved my hands in my front pockets.

She held a clipboard in her hand and had a hands-free earpiece sticking out from under her long black hair. She had on a black button down shirt and tight black dress pants. I watched her as she pulled the tiny velvet box from her dress pants. "I saw you throw this in the trash, figured it was a mistake. Whoever this is meant for is one lucky lady." She handed me the black box and I stared at her.

"Uh, thank you…"

"Natalie," she finished for me.

"Right, Natalie. Thanks again." I couldn't stop staring at her. She was quite beautiful, not model beautiful like Noelle, but like Audrey Hepburn, classic beauty.

She glanced down at her clipboard as if to try to hide from my gaze for a moment or two. "Well, you might want to be a little more careful with that." She smiled weakly and turned to leave.

I stayed in the same spot until she turned down another hallway. I shook my head and looked at the box sitting in the palm of my hand again. "Whoever this is meant for is one lucky lady," I heard Natalie say in my head and I had the craziest idea.

I rushed down the winding corridors looking for Natalie until I saw a wave of black hair turn a corner. "Natalie!" I called after her. She heard me and turned to see me walking toward her. Her eyes were wide with questions, but before she could say anything, I kneeled down in front of her. I opened the box and said two words with more meaning than I realized at the moment. "Marry me?"