Jasper stood at the edge of the field, hands in his pockets, his gaze wandering between the deep blue sky and the scattered stars overhead. He had been waiting for this moment all week—a chance to spend time with Harry away from the buzz of life, where it was just them and the quiet of the night. The stars always seemed to burn a little brighter when Harry was around, like the universe itself was in on the secret.
“Jas,” came a familiar voice behind him, soft and teasing.
Jasper turned, grinning as Harry approached. His tousled hair caught the moonlight, and his smile, always just shy of mischievous, seemed to light up the darkness around them. “I was starting to think you got lost.”
Harry chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it. You think I’d miss stargazing with you?” He moved closer, and without a second thought, slipped his hand into Jasper’s. It was a gesture that felt effortless, yet meant the world every time.
They walked in sync toward the open spot Jasper had found earlier, a blanket already laid out beneath the sprawling sky. The air was cool, but with Harry next to him, warmth spread through Jasper’s chest.
Once they settled down on the blanket, Jasper leaned back on his elbows, staring up at the sky. “Remember that night we stayed up until dawn? You wouldn’t stop talking about the constellations.”
Harry smirked. “I recall you pretending to care.”
“Hey, I care!” Jasper said with mock indignation, bumping Harry’s shoulder. “You just get really into it.”
“And yet here you are again, under the stars with me.”
Jasper turned his head, catching Harry’s eyes in the low light. “Yeah,” he said, his voice softer now. “Here I am.”
For a moment, they just lay there, wrapped in the kind of silence that only happens when words aren’t necessary. The stars blinked and shimmered above, indifferent to the world below. Jasper felt like he could stay like this forever, the weight of Harry’s hand still in his, grounding him in a way nothing else ever had.
“What are you thinking about?” Harry asked quietly.
Jasper smiled, his eyes fixed on the sky. “That I could get used to this.”
Harry’s expression softened, a flicker of something deep and unspoken in his gaze. “Good, because I’m not going anywhere.”
Jasper turned his head again, watching Harry for a long moment before squeezing his hand a little tighter. Maybe it was the stars or the stillness of the night, but everything felt perfect. Jasper felt it was more to do with the guy next to him.
"Hey, Harry?" Jasper interrupts his boyfriend.
"Yeah."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Anything Jas, you know this."
Jasper pulls away from Harry slightly, and pushing himself up onto one knee, he grabs hold of the box he hid earlier.
"I know you aren't big on words, so I will save it all for my vows, but Harry James Potter. Will you marry me?"
Crying slightly, Harry yells out a yes and tackles his, now fiance, to the ground.
Their story, etched in the stars forever more, glistens on their wedding night.