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Acabei ficando sem ideias em alguns, mas Espero que gostem. Feliz Dia dos namorados para quem tem namorado(a), agora assim como eu, que não tem, aproveite imaginado o dia com eles ↓❤

Harry:

Entramos em uma ala só para nós dois, havia uma mesa coberta por um pano xadrez vermelho e branco, um vaso de vidro carregava uma rosa vermelha e ao seu lado continha um prato com pães crocantes.

- Oooh, vocês chegaram!- um homem baixo vestido em um avental branco nos recebe, em sua cabeça havia um grande chapéu de cozinheiro.

- Eu disse que não iria demorar.- Harry disse retribuindo o abraço que o homem o deu.

- E você deve ser (S/n).- comentou segurando minhas mãos.- Harry falou muito de você, aliás você é muito charmosa.- falou e beijou minhas mãos sorrindo.

- Prazer em conhecê-lo.- respondi fazendo uma pequena reverência.

- Vocês vieram para experimentar meu espaguete, com certeza vieram.- estimulou beijando o ar com a mão, o típico gesto de um cozinheiro.- Bernardo, venha receber os clientes.

Não demorou muito e o tal Bernardo apareceu, sua estatura também era baixa e em seu rosto havia um bigode que o mesmo mexia consequentemente.

- Harry, que bom te ver.- o abraçou.- (S/n), não é? Prazer.

- Sim, sim. Prazer.- sorri apertando sua mão.

- Ainda sobrou espaguete, Bernardo?- o chefe perguntou, encarando seu companheiro, o mesmo pensou por alguns minutos antes de responder

- Bom, eu acho que sobrou sim.- murmurou ele, Harry suspirou aliviado.

- Então, vamos trazer para eles.- o chefe disse, pude ver seu nome em seu crachá, Luigi.- Vamos, sentem-se, fiquem à vontade, mi casa su casa.

E assim ele saiu deixando Harry e eu a sós. Harry se aproximou da cadeira e a afastou para mim.- Dama, por favor.

- Obrigada cavaleiro Harry.- brinquei, me sentando à cadeira confortável.

- O que está achando do dia dos namorados?- perguntou ele, se sentando. Seus olhos brilhavam esperando minha resposta.

- Estou adorando passar esse dia com você. Está sendo incrível.- sorri e ele segurou minha mão por cima da mesa.

- É isso que importa, estar aqui com você e nada mais.

- Com licença.- Luigi chegou com uma bandeja de prata, apenas um prato estava pousado nele.

- Obrigado Lui.- Harry agradeceu o senhor segurou seu ombro negando, em seguida, colocou o único prato na mesa e saio sorrindo.- Bom, eu estava pensando em fazer isto como a Dama e o vagabundo, na verdade eu sempre quis fazer isso com você.

Enrugo a testa em confusão, ele me encara com grandes olhos pidões.- Tudo bem, como resistir a essa carinha.

- Eu sei.- gargalhou mostrando as suas lindas covinhas.

Louis:

Acordo com barulhos não identificados por mim, bocejei esticando meus braços ao ar, sento-me na cama vendo o lado da cama vazio.

- Louis?- gritei alto o suficiente para ele ouvir em qualquer cômodo.

- Já vai amor.- respondeu no mesmo tom. Esfreguei os olhos com a mão tirando os resíduos de sono.

Um barulho mais forte é ouvido, como se estivesse caído várias caixas.

- Lou?- gritei pronta para me levantar, porém fui impedida pela voz dele.

- Não saia daí. Eu estou bem.- berrou e eu sorri negando, aproveitei que estava em pé e fui fazer minhaã higienes matinais logo voltando novamente para cama.

- Eu posso ao menos descer?- perguntei emburrada, estou curiosa para saber o que Louis estava aprontando para hoje.

- Não, eu já estou subindo.- disse e eu pude perceber que já subia as escadas.- Pronto.- apareceu com uma grande caixa em seu colo, se aproximou da cama a colocando ali, no lugar vago.- Bom, foi a única coisa que pensei para hoje e seria bom relembrar os tempos em que em que mandávamos cartas um para o outro.- comentou abrindo a caixa marrom, sorri me sentando próximo cruzando minhas pernas em forma de indiozinho.

- Tudo que fizer hoje para mim, vai estar bom.- falei entusiasmada e ele beijou meus lábios sentando ao meu lado.

- Que tal começarmos por essa.- Lois tirou aleatoriamente uma carta a abrindo esperançoso.-“Eu queria ser uma lágrima para nascer nos seus olhos, deslizar na sua face e morrer nos seus lábios.”

- Profundo.- respondi admirada, ele concordou deixando a carta de lado.- Minha vez.- peguei outra já aberta.-“Desde α primeirα vez que coloquei meus olhos em você, meu corαção me disse ‘Sigα αté o fim !’” Essa é minha. Me lembro do dia em que nos conhecemos.

- Como esquecer.- disse ele me puxando para um beijo calmo, ele me beijava lentamente, explorando cada parte dali, separou o beijo brincando carinhosamente com nossos narizes.

- Nossa.- suspirei, recuperando o fôlego.

Louis sorriu colocando a caixa embaixo da cama, voltou seu olhar para mim mantendo seu sorriso, desta vez malicioso.- Que tal assistimos alguma coisa, deitados nessa cama espaçosa, só nós dois?- perguntou mexendo em meu cabelo.

- Claro.- sussurei segurando sua mão em meu rosto, sentido aquecer aquela região.

Com minha mão livre o puxei para outro beijo, Louis acariciava minha bochecha enquanto pedia passagem com a língua. Hoje seria um longo dia. Um ótimo e longo dia ao lado dele.

Liam:

- Não vale espiar, (S/n).- Liam sussurrou em meu ouvido, suas mãos estavam aos meus olhos me impedindo de ver.

- Liam, você está me deixando com medo.- digo manhosa, recebendo um riso dele.

- Já estamos chegando, amor. Apenas quero que você tire suas sapatilhas.- ele pediu desajeitado atrás de mim, prontamente fiz o que ele disse e suspirei.- Você está pronta?

- Estou!- confirmo, sorrindo.

- Ainda não abra, seja sincera.- falou, tirando as mãos, continue com os olhos fechados e ele passou a ficar na minha frente.- Pode abrir…

Abro meus olhos encontrando os de Liam, que sorriu sem mostrar os dentes. Ele segurou meu rosto e beijou meus lábios, aos poucos Liam saiu de minha frente revelando onde estávamos, o lugar onde nós nos conhecermos, onde tudo começou. Sorri e passei os olhos por todo local, a grama verde em meus pés o vento fraco que fluía em meu cabelo fazendo movimentos leves com meus vestido, não tem como esquecer o dia em que o encontrei, isso realmente não era o que esperava. Ele me tirou dos meus devaneios me puxando para uma árvore ali perto, havia um pano esticando no chão juntamente com uma cesta, onde provavelmente estaria nosso lanche.

- Eu adorei!- digo me sentando cuidadosamente, Liam sorriu sincero enquanto se encostava na árvore.

- Eu sabia que você iria gostar, queria comemorar esse um de namoro, assim, como antigamente.- ele comentou me puxando para um abraço de lado, encaixei minha cabeça em seu pescoço.

Ficamos assim por um bom tempo, até que terminamos de comer algumas das tentativas de comida que ele tentou fazer. Estava tudo maravilhoso e já estava achando que terminaria por ali, mas o mesmo deixou claro que queria algo diferente para nós hoje, a princípio estranhei, porém logo ele me convenceu e eu concordei no caminho de casa. Mais surpresas estavam por vim.

Niall:

Niall não havia me ligado desde manhã, mesmo sabendo que não era culpa dele eu me sentia um pouco abatida. Ele estava em turnê e não tinha como comemoramos o dia dos namorados juntos, mesmo sendo tudo o que queria hoje…

Meu celular apita, era uma mensagem de Niall, sorrir lendo.

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Nini❤: Na estante do rádio tem um CD, coloque no aparelho e assista ;) Eu amo você! -N

Saio de meu quarto indo até a sala fazendo o que ele pediu, ligo a tevelisao esperando a tal coisa começar.

“Tá gravando?” a tela mostrava a blusa de Niall, provavelmente o mesmo estava arrumando a câmera.“Acho que sim… Oi (S/n)?” acenou sorrindo.“Provavelmente eu não estou aí do seu lado no dia dos namorados, por isso estou gravando este vídeo para te dizer que não esqueci de hoje…- ele coçou a nuca e sorriu sem graça. “Você deve tá achando que eu sou o pior namorado do mundo…

“Você é!” uma outra voz ao fundo se fez presente, era Louis.

“Fica na sua.” Niall olhou por trás da câmera, logo voltando seu olhar para lente.“Mas, eu quero que saiba que trocaria tudo isso para estar aí, te abraçando te dizendo o quanto é especial para mim. A melhor coisa que fiz foi ir naquele Starbucks beber um café descente e acabar encontrando você, aquele sorriso, aqueles olhos conectados com livro a sua frente. Meu Deus, eu queria tanto te beijar agora.” ele passou a mão no rosto, o que me fez rir.“Eu poderia fazer um livro de 300 páginas, apenas dizendo sobre você, sobre o que temos e o que teremos juntos.”

“Isso tá muito meloso.” a voz de Liam era brincalhona arrancado risadas de algumas pessoas ali.

“É mesmo?!” Niall disse desanimador, ele deu de ombros.“Bom, acho que fiquei constrangido e talvez você não tenha gostado desta idéia, vou acabar por aqui, espero que você não esteja brava comigo. Me desculpe não estar aí rindo desse mané loiro na tela. Sabia que eu te amo. Muito!” ele se aproximou da câmera sorrindo tímido, colocou a mão na lente tentando desligar a mesma.“Será que desligou?” perguntou analisando a câmera, Harry aparece com a sobrancelhas juntas confuso enquanto procurava o botão de desligar.

“Dá tchau.” Harry disse olhando para Niall através do reflexo na filmagem.

“Tchau amor, fique bem.” Niall acenou lançando uma piscadela, Harry negou sorrindo e acenando desligando o aparelho. A tela da minha televisão ficou preta e eu sorri contente.

Niall tinha uma grande criatividade fico feliz que ele tenha se lembrado e planejado a dias isso para mim.

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Você não é um mané. ❤. Eu te amo muito e gostei muito do que você fez. Que tal começarmos logo esse livro?! Haha Obrigada meu amor😍❤❤ (Tenho uma supresa para você quando chegar😏)

Zayn:

- Tudo o que passa são filmes sobre amor e coisas clichês.- Zayn murmurou andando pelas ruas de Los Angeles, seu braço permanecia em meu ombro, enquanto observava os cartazes de filmes baratos.

- Jura que você não sabe que dia é hoje?- perguntei, ele enrugou a testa em confusão, negando em seguida.

- Olha, eu tô tentando me lembrar, mas…- ele pensou por alguns segundos, seus passos foram se acalmando e Zayn me olhou surpreso.- Hoje é o dia dos namorados?- perguntou ao invés de afirmar.

- Eu achei que estávamos comemorando isso.- tirei seu braço de meu ombro e cruzei os braços abaixo de meus seios.- Más, pelo jeito você só está bancando o namorado, como um dia qualquer.

Comecei a andar novamente, olhando reto e séria, ele rápidamente vem ao meu lado segurando meu braço me fazendo parar e o olhar.- Me desculpe amor… Eu-eu tinha outros planos para hoje. Aliás, eu não sei por que vocês garotas se importam tanto com isso.

- Porque nós nos importamos.- repito suas palavras sarcástica, levo minhas mãos ao alto suspirando.- Esse é o único dia em que mostramos que realmente amamos a pessoa, a entregamos presente para dizer que, a pessoa com que estamos é especial. E você não fez nada disto, não me desejou um “feliz dia dos namorados, Babe.”- imito sua voz rouca e ele esconde o sorriso.- Ou um simples abraço carinhoso diferente de todos os outros, onde termina com um beijo na testa e tudo mais.

Desabafei e Zayn pareceu achar graça seu sorriso não saia de seus lábios, e por um momento eu achei que ele estava zombando de mim.- (S/n)… Eu posso não ter feito nada disto.- defendeu e eu sussurro um “mas, você não fez.”, e então ele me puxou para um abraço caloroso, suas mãos acariciavam meus cabelos e eu permanecia em proteção ao redor de seu abraço, seu corpo me aquecendo naquele frio. Zayn se afastou segurando meu rosto, depositou um beijo em minha testa e sorriu gentilmente.- Eu sei que posso fazer isso agora, pois você sempre estará ao meu lado.

- Não é tão fácil assim.- escondi meu rosto vermelho em seu peito coberto por sua jaqueta preta, ele novamente se afastou de mim.

- Deixe-me tentar demostrar de outra forma, então… Bom…- ele pareceu pensativo com a mão no queixo, eu o encara esperançosa.- Você sabe que, um dia não é o suficiente para mostrar o quanto eu te amo, para dizer tais palavras ou demostrar eu preciso mais do que um dia.- seu olhar era sincero e o sorriso em seus lábios era encantador.- Para mostar que realmente te amo levaria mais que um dia ou um mês, ou até mesmo um ano e vou tentar começar por agora: (S/n) quer casar comigo?

Harry:

Harry cannon balled into the large pool, tiny shorts on and curly hair wild. You watched as your friend followed the movement with her eyes. “It’s your turn.” You told her pretending not to notice that she was more into your older brother than you. “God, Y/N, I’m so hot, Y/N. Maybe we should take a dip in the pool.” It was framed like a question, but it wasn’t a question. “Um, sure?” You replied, looking back at Harry swimming around with Louis in the pool. Two attractive guys against you. “Can I borrow a suit?” You nodded easily and walked to your room with her. She picked up a suit you’ve had for years, guaranteed to be small on her. “I’m actually getting rid of that one. I have another Triangl suit that’ll actually fit.” You offered picking up the black and white suit. She shook her head. “This is totally fine! It’s cute! What is it; Ralph Lauren?” “Abercrombie and Fitch.” You frowned at her, knowing fully that she just wanted to show off her body in front of your brother and his friend. When the two of you were at the edge of the pool, Harry pulled himself out of the pool. “Hey sis, can we chat?” “Sure, Haz.” The two of you walked off towards the table, Harry with a nervous look. “So I’ve um, I’ve been seeing the way your friend looks at me and the way she treats you, and I think you should watch out for her. She seems like she’s using you and you don’t deserve that. I just want to warn you because you deserve the best and she’s just into me and your stuff. I mean, she always uses your clothes and doesn’t return some of them and she ignores you sometimes for me and that’s just not right.” You frowned at Harry before throwing a glance at your best friend, your only friend. “This probably isn’t the time to have this convo, Haz. We have guests over.” Harry frowned. “I just wanna talk to you. This is an important brother-sister conversation. I know it’s hard to find real friends especially with all our money but you just have to be patient.” Your brows furrowed. “Haz, listen,” you were cut off immediately by a cackle and Harry’s scream. “It looked a little too serious here.” Harry pouted as he pulled up his swim trunks and turned toward Louis. “This was a sibling moment!”

Zayn:

“This flat is sick!” You exclaimed taking in his new space. “It’ll be even better tonight. Louis’s throwing a party here and he’s gonna come over with Liam and make it a real party space.” You knew your face had lit up at the mention of Louis, but you couldn’t stop it. Hopefully Zayn would ignore it. “Still have a crush on Lou, sis?” Zayn asked teasingly, a mischief in his eyes. Your face heated up and you shook your head. “No definitely not, not anymore. I’m not a baby. I’m 21 now! I’m grown up, I’ve moved on.” Zayn snorted but didn’t press. You left the room before he could say anything. You decided to move your stuff a bit. You didn’t want any random people getting into your bags or spilling drinks on your clothing. Hopefully this would be a good night. “Get dressed, you need to help me!” You threw on some clothing and walked out of the room, Vans in hand for when the party began. “I reckon we should push the couch back a bit.” You nodded and went to the other side of the couch. “So, I just wanted to say something before the party. Since I can’t and shouldn’t stop you from pursuing Louis tonight, I just wanna tell you that you two are in very different places. You’re traveling everywhere and Louis has roots. I know he’s been you’re crush since forever, but I don’t think it’s a good idea. I’m not going to stop you though. It’s your life and your choice.” You nodded, getting ready to say something. Zayn wasn’t done though. He droned on and on as he hid his valuables. When he was in the kitchen hiding the fine china, Louis slid in with Liam right behind him. Zayn was unaware and still hiding iteams. .Louis smirked and crept up behind Zayn. “Yeah, Zayn.” Zayn grinned at you, eyes sparkling which was when he saw Liam. He opened his mouth to speak but a scream came out. Louis had given him a surprise wedgie. “Hey Zaynie!” He exclaimed taking his hands off the briefs. “Duuuuude! What the hell? I’m talking to my sister!” Louis looked over at you and you snorted out a thanks to Louis.

Louis:

“Sister!” Louis skipping from the football field to you. “Hey Lou, when’s practice over? I finished my homework.” Louis frowned. “I thought you were at German club?” “Uh yeah, that’s what I meant. The club’s over and I did my homework. I did both. They’re both done.” That wasn’t a smooth save, but his teammates were calling him back. “Done in 10!” He ran away and you took a seat. In 22 minutes, Louis was running back over to you. “I’ll shower later; let’s just get home.” You picked up Louis’s bag from ground underneath your seat as you stood. The two of you walked over to the car. The ride was quiet until he drove into the driveway. “Why didn’t I see you in the cafeteria?” “Uh yeah, I had a test in the class after lunch so I went to study.” Louis nodded. “I actually got worried when I didn’t see you so I went to the library and saw you reading The Catcher in the Rye which I know your reading for fun.” You stayed quiet. Obviously Louis was catching you in a lie, but you didn’t understand why he was worried about your introvert tendencies. Harry had been very quiet when he’d met Louis and he was still quiet even now that he was with Louis and had been adopted into Louis’s friend group. “Listen, sis,” Louis cut off the engine, “I know you’re wondering why I care about whether or not you’re involved, but I just want you to be happy. You would enjoy talking to people about how great Germany is! You’d enjoy being on the lacrosse team and having people who aren’t mum to play with! You’d definitely enjoy talking to people during lunch! High school can be enjoyable; I know this from experience. I want you to experience what I am! I want you to be happy because right now I know you aren’t.” You frowned. “Lou, I’m fine.” Louis looked at you sympathetically. “I know you’re lying to me and I just want what’s best for you, Y/N. You’re my little sister. You deserve.” He was interrupted by a slamming sound from behind him. Louis flinched, wide eyed before turning around. Harry was making a kissy face against the window. Louis grinned, pressing a kiss against the window, thoroughly distracted from the talk.

Niall:

“I reckon this could be the party of a lifetime.” Niall whispered into his phone. That had you pausing from opening the door to his room wider. “This guy’s parties are always the shit, mate! The girls he knows, dude, they’re insane! Yeah, I know! I know! We have to be there. Pick me up at 10:45. Well duh! A cool party doesn’t start until 10:30, Liam! It’ll be fine!” You could see Liam frowning into the phone and you wanted to laugh. “Alright, see you then.” Niall hung up his phone and dropped into onto his desk before standing up. You took a step back but stayed basically where you were. “Oh, Jesus fucking Christ,” Niall groaned. “Can I go?” Niall shook his head as he walked past you. You followed you brother. “Dude, you said it could be the party of a lifetime!” You whined, stomping your foot. Niall whipped around within seconds. “I do not want you there to get hit on guys and get drinks pressed into your hands by guys that are way too old. That would not be okay. That would not be the party of a lifetime.” You rolled your eyes. Niall was such a hypocrite it wasn’t funny. This time you weren’t going to call him out on it though. You were picking your battles. “I think I know how to get rid of guys. I’ve watched girls reject and stay away from you.” Niall rolled his eyes. “Sis, I don’t want to be responsible for some jerk groping you! I’m your fucking brother. I’m not going to put you into situations where that may be possible!” “Niall, this isn’t far! Wouldn’t you rather take me than I go with some rando?” Niall shook his head. “No, no, no. You aren’t going!” You opened your mouth to respond, but Greg beat you to it by leaping on Niall. “My siblings!” He exclaimed, holding on hard to Niall. “Greg, we’re chatting.” “And I’m bored. Siblings are here to entertain so entertain.”

Liam:

His brown eyes were in full puppy dog mode when he walked into your room uninvited and not needed. “Liam, who invited you?” You raised your brows at your brother, staying in your place on your bed. Liam sighed deeply, a frown present on his face and brown eyes looking serious. “I just wanna talk to you, sis.” The two of you were in a stare off for about a minute before you gave in to Liam with a sigh that mirrored his. The twin-telepathy must have been strong because Liam realized he had a minute. “As your older brother,” he was shortly interrupted as he should’ve realized. “By like two minutes! Honestly Liam, what an awful way to start this talk!” Liam rolled his eyes but was not deterred. He took a seat on the bed, firmly ignoring your glare. “As your older brother, I can’t stand by and watch you make a mistake. That boy you’re seeing, I’ve forgotten his name,” Liam frowned as if he had made a mistake, “he’s not an okay guy. I know you were planning on sneaking out tonight, but that’s not a good idea. You don’t know enough about him and he’s older than you so that’s not a great sign.” He paused, and by the expression on his face it told you that this would be a long pause. “Don’t you have friends coming over, Lima?” Liam checked his wristwatch, brows furrowed in concentration to read it. “Awwww, Lima can’t read his fancy watch?” Louis teased from behind. “Was Lima trying to be a cool big bro?” Niall smirked coming popping out from behind Louis. Liam groaned in frustration. “Guys, we’re having a moment.” Zayn crept behind Liam to give him a wedgie. Louis cracked up in laughter before he was able to mutter out a, “Pipe down, Lima, and come join us!” The group of boys walked forward and you gave Liam an understanding smile before he head out, hoping the twin telepathy told him everything. 

Liam:

“So um,” Liam was staring at you puppy dog eyes wide as he struggled to string a sentence together. You didn’t talk over him, knowing that wouldn’t help, you just focused your attention on him completely. “Is it um. Is it, like okay if I ask you to marry me in a large crowd? Like at your swim meet? I’ve just reading these things and they like um they say like,” you stopped Liam with a hand. “Yes, it’s fine with me.” Liam beamed and pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips before running off. He now needed to make plans to make his proposal perfect. The next day had to be perfect and, honestly, it was. You had no idea when Liam would be proposing. The thought was distracting you as you stepped onto the block. He was all you could think about as you waited to be told to take your mark. “Swimmers, you can relax.” You turned your head to see what was going on only to see a flustered but grinning Liam. “I just, before the love of my life swam I wanted to take a moment. This is your life; swimming is absolutely everything to you and when I met you I didn’t think I could compete. But as we got to know each other, I realized I didn’t have to compete. You let me into your life just as I had you; swim meets and concerts galore. We’ve both been busy and our lives are crazy, but you are the one I want to make schedules work with. You are the one I want to fly out of Monaco early for because there’s a swim meet in Detroit happening and I can’t miss it. I want you to know how important you are to me since I know how important I am to you. So, will the swimmer in lane 3 please marry me?”

Niall:

Niall had his head in your lap as the two of you sat in the living room, your attention on the Kardashians and Niall’s was on his phone. “Scott’s being a dick.” You told Niall, running a hand through his blond hair. The phone was put on his stomach, and he focused on the TV. “Scott’s always such a dick to Kourtney, especially as of late. If I were Kourtney I would want to get married but I guess it’s scary to be hitched to someone like him. I would never pull any of the shit he pulls on her, babe. If I wanted a plane, I’d consult you. You’re my second half. If Kourtney was really Scott’s second half he’d take her more into consideration. I couldn’t imagine even thinking about not being there when we have a kid - even if it is the third. You can’t get rid of me.” You smiled fondly down at Niall, his blue eyes still on the TV. All you could really think about now were his words and how much you loved him and how much he obviously loved you. The two of you already lived together and the two of you already consulted each other on any future plans. All you wanted was to spend the rest of your life and you knew Niall wanted the same. “Will you marry me?” You blurted out. Niall turned his head, eyes full of shock to match your widened eyes. “Seriously?” You blinked a few times, but yeah, this was something you wanted. You loved Niall and he loved you. “Of course!” You pouted. “Well, definitely, love! Best thing I’ve been asked in my life!” You smiled as Niall pulled himself up for a gentle kiss. “Where’s my ring?”

Harry:

You removed the blindfold finally, eyes going wide as you took in the grassy area Harry had taken you to. It wasn’t the fancy restaurant you’d thought you were waiting to get to. “Haz, not to be rude but -” You shut up as soon as your eyes focused in on Harry who had dropped to one knee. “I know it’s been like north of 5 years, but this is where we had our first date. We had a picnic because you were on an outdoor kick and I didn’t know how to say no to this amazing girl who took my breathe away and had continued to make me breathless. It only took a few more dates for you to become my girlfriend, but I already knew I wanted to marry you. I planned my life around you, every show I went to, the first thing I did after walking off was call you and the first thing I did before going on was call you. I want to have tons of babies with you and raise a big family that we’ll need 3 Range Rovers to caddy around. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” Harry asked. Salty tears soaked your cheeks and tears were still falling. After so many years, this was happening. It was finally happening. “Uh, Y/N?” “Yes, Harry, yes!” You leaned down, pressing your lips against him. “Yes, yes, yes!” You beamed against his lips.

Louis:

Louis had done everything right. He had shut down Times Square, bought a vintage Cartier engagement ring, kept everything quiet, and made up the perfect excuse. Louis had done everything perfectly to prepare for this proposal so it wasn’t his fault when he began cursing out the standstill traffic. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. “Are you fucking kidding me?! What the actual fuck is happening?! You lot of cunts, we have things to fucking get to!” Louis screamed at the cars. He hit the horn, unable to get over the fact that this proposal was going south and you weren’t even there yet. You looked over at Louis, concern painted on your face. “Babe, chill. We’re just meeting Haz.” You said, rubbing his forearm softly. Louis opened his mouth to yell and then remembered that you didn’t know about the proposal. He closed his mouth and got out of the car to sulk and kick at rocks. Louis was rarely ever this angry so you slipped out of the car and pressed up against Louis, slipping your hand into his. “What’s up, babe?” You rubbed your thumb against his hand. “I can’t tell you.” Louis frowned, looking at the ground. “C’mon, babe, talk to me.” He looked at you and sighed. “I was going to propose. I got the perfect ring, the perfect plan, and now there’s all this bullshit!“ Your eyes went wide in shock. “Oh my gosh!” Louis nodded sadly, taking the box out of his pocket. “It’s a vintage Cartier ring and I know you’d love it but all this fucking traffic.“ “Oh my gosh!” Tears began flooding your eyes as you stared at the box in awe. Louis Tomlinson was going to propose to you this morning. The love of your life wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He looked up, noticing you hadn’t said much. “Why are you crying, love?” Louis asked, his brows furrowed. You shook your head, tears continuing to roll down your face. That was when Louis understood what was going on and he went down on one knee, popping open the box. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this, but it doesn’t matter. When two people love each other as much as we do, the proposal doesn’t matter. What matters is that the two of us are going to be able to live the rest of our lives together and that’s all I want out of this proposal. This isn’t something iconic that I wanted written in the papers, but that’s okay because what I really want written in the papers is that we are finally engaged to be married. So, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” You nodded, tears still flowing as you leaned down to press your lips against his.

Liam - One:

Liam downed his third whiskey, getting himself ready to switch back to beer. Tomorrow was the big day and he didn’t feel sufficiently ready to get through it. It would be the day that defined the relationship between you and him. The day you officially declared there was no more chance for him to come back into your life. Liam signaled the bartender for a beer. He wasn’t drunk enough to be thinking about you getting married to that guy. And the worst part was there was nothing wrong with the guy. He was nice, he had an amazing job, he loved you deeply - there was just nothing wrong with him. “I think you’re almost done here.” The bartender muttered so as not to embarrass Liam. The brunet ran a hand through his hair. “I’m almost done everywhere.” Liam said sadly and the bartender sighed, feeling Liam’s pain. “Alright, a few more but let me call you a cab so I know you have a way home.” Liam gave the bartender a weak smile as his mind drifted back to you.

You held tightly onto Liam’s hand as he counted down. “1!” He exclaimed. The two of you jumped from the side of the yacht into the deep blue Mediterranean Sea. It took a minute or two but the two of you gripped each other’s shoulders underneath the water before popping back up, still entwined. You pulled closer until your legs and arms were wrapped around Liam. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “That was fun!” You told him when you pulled back. Liam nodded. “I’m surprised you actually jumped with me. I would’ve thought I’d have to get Tommo up.” You shook your head. “No chance. I wanna spend as much time as I can with you. I wanna do everything with you.” Liam smiled fondly at you, pressing another kiss against your lips before dunking you underwater so he didn’t turn into a big sap. He felt the same way. You were the only one for him. It was as simple as that.

Liam stumbled from the cab towards the front door of his house. His senses were heightened meaning he could feel everything 10x worse than usual. Everything hurt. From his heart to his fingers, he felt kind of numb and extremely upset. You were getting married tomorrow. You were getting rid of any chance he ever had to win you back. Liam groaned when he dropped his key again. Nothing was going right. Nothing ever went right. It should’ve worked out between you two. He shouldn’t be drunk and stumbling home right now, he should have his arms wrapped tightly around you. His life should include you. He shouldn’t be drinking away his feelings only to find them again at the bottom of a beer glass.

“What?” You sighed, not wanting to repeat the words. This was as hard as it was for you as it was for him. “I met someone else.” Liam shook his head violently, brown eyes wide in disbelief. “No. No you didn’t. Who? No. This can’t be real?!” Liam exclaimed. You couldn’t blame him. But you had met someone. This beautiful Yale Law student who you were falling for quickly. He was exactly who you’d pictured yourself with when you were younger and suddenly Liam was seeming more like someone you’d loved the idea of. “So what? You’re just gonna dump me?” You shook your head before stopping, because that was what were you doing. “I guess I am. He says he sees a future with me. Liam, we’ve been together for 2 years and I’m not even moved in yet. I need more stability and more predictability.” Liam frowned and you sighed. This was so hard. This was harder than it should be. 

Liam fell into bed, immediately passing out with a water bottle ready on his nightstand. These nighttime drinking episodes were not rare so he prepared himself before he left. He really needed to stop drinking so much. The rest of the night was spent in a dreamless state until loud knocking woke him up. Liam felt a headache come on as the knocking continued. He grabbed his water and pulled on a t-shirt and sweats before running down to the door. He opened his mouth to greet whoever was behind the door but as soon as you two made eye contact the words died on his lips. You stared at Liam patiently, waiting for him to speak or let you in the house. “What are you doing here?” He finally asked still shell-shocked from seeing you on his doorstep. “You didn’t RSVP to my wedding.” You said softly staring wide eyed at Liam. “It’s kind of selfish of you to expect me to be there when you know damn well that it’ll hurt me to watch you marry someone else. You were - are actually - my only one. The only person I could ever see myself marry. You’re my everything and you want me to go to your wedding. Are you kidding?” He spat at you. There was something there though. The tone didn’t crush you because those words meant everything to you. You smiled softly up at Liam. “I’m your everything?” Liam glanced down at you, an eyebrow raised. “You always were.” You smiled a little wider. “When I broke up with you, I don’t think I was really thinking. You’re kind of my only one too.” As the words processed, a small smile spread across Liam’s face. He put out a hand to you and you took it. He led you into the house. “So why are you actually here?” Liam asked as he pulled you to the couch. “I broke off my engagement because I missed you and I love you and I don’t think anyone else could ever measure up to how much you meant to me and I guess I just needed to learn that the hard way.” Liam shook his head before you pulling you into him, your back against his chest. “I can’t believe I ever left you.” You muttered snuggling closer to Liam, loving the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you. The arms that were so familiar to you and the only arms you ever wanted wrapped around you. “Promise me you’ll never leave me again.” You smiled softly, looking up at Liam. “I promise, Li.”

 Niall - “Runaway”:

Niall slipped in through the window of your room, the only way he really knew how to enter. “Y/N!” He called quietly seeing as it was around 11 and he really was not supposed to be there. You turned around on your swivel chair, the harsh glow of the computer substituted for a dark shadow of Niall. “What are you doing here?” You asked getting up to turn on a light. Niall entered more fully into the room so he was standing, shoes on the carpeting. “Dad just went out so I thought I’d come over here, smoke a joint or two.” You ran a hand through your messy hair. “One day you are going to get in trouble for breaking and entering into my apartment.” You told him as you led him into the living room where you hid your weed. There wasn’t a response but you knew Niall was smirking behind you. The two of you took a seat in the living room which smelled strong of Febreeze and stained wood. “Smoke a few already?” Niall inquired as he took in the scent and the clean, clean apartment. “I have a new cleaning lady and she said my apartment smells like shit so she may be fired within the week since I think she knows.” You shrugged, you really didn’t want to risk it. It took a few joints for Niall to open up. You didn’t mind, anything to make him comfortable really. So you lit up with the boy you’d known for years and the two of you smoked the night away. Niall chatted mindlessly until he’d gone through three joints of his own meanwhile you’d only gotten through one a half. He really was stressed then. The only time Niall got through joints faster than you was when something was really on his mind, something serious and upsetting. “He wakes up so so late, Y/N. So so late but to him it’s early. You wanna know why it’s early?” You didn’t reply, knowing it was rhetorical. “It’s early because the bars are about to open in an hour. That household is toxic. All he does is drink and drink and drink. And the worst part is that he’s gone all night so I genuinely have no idea if he’s actually just drinking, but I don’t want to know what he’s doing. I just, I can’t deal with it! I can’t deal with him. He stumbled in drunk and then he just passes out until it’s time to drink. And I have no idea how to deal with that! How do I deal with that?” Niall was borderline hysterical as he finished his monologue. The weed obviously hadn’t helped his nerves at all and you didn’t know what to say. You scooted a little closer to Niall on the couch, taking one of his hands to hold in yours. “Only you can deal with this.” You said, a little high from the weed and lacking a lot of judgment. Niall nodded though, as if what you’d said was super inspiring. “I think I’m gonna, uh, head back. Just do I’m there when he gets back to help him get to bed.” You got up to get Niall a bottle of water so he wouldn’t be too high when he got home, but by the time you got back to the living room Niall was gone. The window in the bedroom was closed and you sighed. If only Niall could just rest an apartment just as you had, but you’d been lucky. Your parents were paying for it. Niall’s dad, with all his alcohol money, was unable to afford to help Niall even pay for university and his part time jobs didn’t help him at all when he was so stressed paying for things like books and food. You sighed, feeling unbelievably bad for Niall. He really didn’t have a lot of options, he was getting a little too old for you to be able to call social services for him. The next day, Niall was frowning as his dad stumbled in at 3 in the afternoon, still drunk and restless. This wasn’t what his memories were supposed to do. He loved his father so so much but these weren’t the memories he wanted filling his head. Niall wanted fun car rides and loving looks and family scrabble not staying quiet when he got home from school because his father was still hungover. He couldn’t live this way anymore. This wasn’t the way he should have to live. And that was when he made his decision. Niall packed up his duffle bag with all the clothes he could manage and the necessities he needed. He scrambled back downstairs, a snapback on his head and a sad look in his blue eyes. His father looked at him from the kitchen table, water in his hand and a knowing look in his eye. Neither said a thing, and quite honestly Niall didn’t know if the silence also came from his father being slightly tipsy still. It wasn’t as dramatic as Niall thought running away would be. But that was that. He was free. He went all the way to your house, climbing in through the window. “Hey Ni,” you eyed his bag wearily, no words leaving. “Runaway with me.” Niall said, blue eyes sparkling and excited. “I can’t just -” Niall cut you off. “I can’t leave without you and you know that. Y/N, I love you. Let’s runaway together, start a new life together. Get away from all this bullshit. It’s not like you even pay for this flat.” You blinked a few times at Niall. Sure you knew he loved you, but the fact that he’d said it and he wanted you to runaway with him. There was only one answer. “Five minutes.”

Harry - “Thinking Out Loud”:

“It’s kind of amazing, I think, when two people have been together as long as they have. You never expect it. As Harry likes to say, ‘Everyone is a cynic’ and you know what? He’s right. No one expects to see true love like this last and no one ever expects it from two people who fell in love at seventeen when all they used to do was bicker back and forth. And I think that’s why we’re all cheering for them and that’s why no one declined the invite to this wedding. As much as we don’t want to believe that real, genuine, fairytale love exists, we do believe in it and we do cheer it on. That’s why we’re all here, that’s why we’re all wishing the best to Harry and Y/N. We want their love to last because what they have is what you read about in fairytales. So, I want to wish the bride and groom, two of my very best friends, the absolute best, we’re all rooting for your love. Probably more than you two are, quite honestly. I wish you eternity.” Louis led a round of toasts, a crinkly eyed smile on his face as he made eye contact with you and Harry. You looked over at Harry, a fond smile on your face as you watched him grin widely at the guests. You ran a hand through his curly hair, cut and styled for the wedding. Harry looked over at you with big green eyes, sparkling with happiness. He took the hand going through his hair in his and kissed the back of your hand. “This is so exciting, babe.” Harry whispered, words spoken soft enough so only you heard it. You smiled at Harry, trying to contain the grin by biting down on your bottom lip. “I can’t believe we’re married. I mean we’re Mr. and Mrs. Styles.” You whispered back, leaning your head against his shoulder. He kissed your temple, a smile on his face that couldn’t be taken away. This was definitely the happiest either of you had been in your life. This wedding was everything you two had ever wanted since you fell, head over heels, in love with each other. It couldn’t feel any better to get married, there was no higher feeling than how you felt now, leaning against Harry and watching your guests celebrate the love you two shared. So when the wedding continued on, late into the night and only your closest friends were left grinding against each other drunkenly, you found your way over to Harry who was leaning against the bar by himself. You walked over to Harry who opened his arms once he saw you. “I might get make-up on your shirt.” You said into Harry’s shoulder. He kissed your head. “It’s okay. I’ll just divorce you.” You turned around in his arms to watch your friends on the dance floor. “Remember when we met?” Of course you did. It was a memory burned into your brain and you knew it was burned it was Harry’s. There had been a dance in eighth grade, Harry had gone with this girl who had went to a different school afterwards and you had went with Niall who had introduced you to Harry. From there, the relationship went full throttle starting in a friend-enemy kind of thing before it delved into something more serious when Harry’s sister went to college in America and he couldn’t stop crying and it had taken off from there. “Thank god I thought Niall was super attractive.” Harry barked out a laugh. The two of your eyes went to the flailing Irishman who had been unable to pull. “We’re gonna be together until he’s not super attractive, ya know that?” Harry replied. “That won’t take long. With all that bleach, he’ll be a goner soon enough.” Harry chuckled before turning you around, a serious look in his green eyes as he locked eyes with you. “I’m serious, love.” You wrapped your arms around Harry’s waist, squeezing as close as you could to him. “I know you are, babe. I know we’re going to be together until we’re old and grey. Of course I know that.” You responded linking your hands behind his back and dropping your head against his chest. Harry smiled into your hair. That was all he wanted to hear. “I didn’t say this in vows, but even before I realized I wanted you sophomore year, I was already a bit in love with you freshman year. I fell in love with you that day you were yelling at me for getting wasted and making out with that girl on video. It was then I realized you cared about me more than any other girl I’d ever met and I liked that, I still like that. And I kinda fell for you and since then I’ve been falling for you. I fall for you every single day, every time I see you. I love you so much, Y/N. I can’t imagine how my life would’ve been without you and honestly I don’t think I ever would want to imagine that.” Harry wiped some tears you hadn’t realized had started. “I just wanted you to know that.” He kissed your forehead gently before pulling back, leaning his forehead against yours. “I just love you a lot.” You gave Harry a watery smile before pulling him so you two were chest to chest. This boy in front of you, he was so lovely and beautiful and you couldn’t believe he was yours for the rest of your life, through sickness and in health. “Harry, I love you so much too. Just, I just want you to hold me. Just hold me for a while longer. I just want to live in this moment for a little while longer. Just hold me against your chest until they force us to leave.” You felt Harry press a kiss against your head and you looked up into his teary eyes, but there was a fond smile on his face, one that your sure matched yours. “I can do that, love.”

Harry

@[Y/T/N] Morning Sunshine :) #sleepyhead

Liam

[Y/T/N] The show begins in 5 minutes and this idiot just realized one of his shoe’s missing... #scatterbrain !!!

Louis

@[Y/T/N] Here’s a half-ecstatic, half-shocked @Louis_Tomlinson who just learnt he has become a big brother again ! Yaaaay !!! Congrats  @JohannahDarling ! We cannot wait to meet them :D

Niall

@[Y/T/N] Cosy Sunday afternoon with @Niall_Official serenading me :) #perfectboyfriend #whysoserious

Zayn