One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

He proposes.

This was a personal for my awesome cousin Lauren. Sorry if I changed some stuff that isn't really true with your relationship, but let's pretend. Change the name to whoever your person is if his name is not Philip. You can have a personal with whoever you want. Thanks for reading! Comments? :)

"Come on, Lauren," Philip told you, yanking you up from your seat on the couch.

He took your book titled The Great Gastby from your hand and yanked you up from your comfortable spot on the sofa. He placed your book on a nearby table--causing you to lose your place--and faced you.

What is he doing?!

"What?!" you exclaimed, halfway mad. "Why did you do that?!"

He just took your hand and dragged you to the car. You leaned against the door and put your hands on Philip's shoulders.

Now he's just randomly dragging to the car? Lovely; just great, you thought sarcastically.

"What are you doing?!" you laughed.

"It's a surprise!" he mocked.

He's probably not going to give in.

"Fine."

You let go and took your place in the car, him following suit.

"You're just lucky I like surprises."

He nodded and started his journey.

"You're right; I am lucky--to have you."

Aww... That's cute.

You beamed at him.

"And I'm lucky to have you, too."

He turned on the radio for you and it played "Nightingale" by Demi Lovato, your favorite song.

You softly sang along the the music as the car drove.

After about 30 minutes of driving--and compliments about your awesome singing from your awesome boyfriend Philip--he pulled into a parking space.

There was a park in front of you, a bit of a grassy area, and woods behind that.

We're going to the park?

He soon disproved your thoughts though by taking your hand and heading into the wooded area.

You turned confused, saying, "Um... Philip?"

He nodded and turned around.

"You're right. I forgot; we should change first."

This only bewildered you more.

This is getting more confusing by the minute.

"Change?"

He chuckled at your reaction.

"Just go with it."

You returned to the car, and he grabbed some comfy athletic cloths from the trunk and something--you couldn't decipher exactly what it was--for him, too.

"There's a bathroom right there," he gestured toward the bathroom that was right next to the park, "that we can use."

"Okay."

You changed and leaned against the wall between the stalls until he emerged. You grinned in realization immediately.

He's wearing shorts; his legs are visible. Geez, Lauren, pull yourself together.

You swallowed hard.

"You look nice," you commented, trying to keep your voice stable.

He chuckled with a knowing grin.