One Direction Preferences.

Preference #4: How He Asks You To Be His Girlfriend.

Preference #4: How He Asks You To Be His Girlfriend.

Harry:

You and Harry had been seeing each other for about 2 months now, you had made it clear to each other that you liked each other but Harry hasn't exactly made it 'official' yet between the pair of you. Harry wanted to keep the relationship a secret, none of the paparazzi knew, management didn't know, even the boys didn't know. It was kind of nice really, it was nice to be a bit secret and not have nobody know for a while. Harry was always very open to the press about his relationship on the past but this time it was different and he wanted to preserve the relationship and the feelings that you had for each other - keep them safe, not let anyone know. It was like you and Harry were in your own little world and nobody could destroy it.

One Direction had just begun their 'Take Me Home' tour and Harry had been looking forward to this tour since the album was released. Louis was spending the time that he had with Eleanor before they toured the world so you and Harry had the apartment to yourselves. Harry had told you to be at his for about 7 and he was going to cook. He hasn't cooked for you before so you wasn't sure what sort of stuff he did, or whether he had any specialities.

You arrived at Harry's and he answered the door in his white chef's hat and apron. You couldn't help but laugh, it was hilarious. "What are you laughing at?" Harry asked, smirking.

"You!" You laughed. Harry shook his head, slung you over his shoulder and carried you into the apartment. He threw you down onto the sofa and began to tickle you. You screamed with laughter as Harry knew where you was ticklish the most. "Harry!" You squealed. "Stop, wait, please!"

"Nope! Never!" Harry shouted as he kept tickling you.

"Wait, Harry! Can you smell that?" You asked.

"I know what you're doing, [Y/N]. You're trying to trick me into believing you so I'll stop! Hahaha, I figured you out and it's not going to work! Muhahahah!" Harry laughed.

"No, wait! Harry, I'm serious. I can smell burning!" You shouted.

"Oh, shit! My chicken!" Harry yelled. He jumped off you and ran to the oven, he pulled his chicken out of the oven and placed it on the side.

"Is it okay?" You asked.

"Yeah, it is only a little bit - I can just cut it off. Thanks to you and your expert sense of smell." Harry chuckled. You laughed too and went to help him in the kitchen.

Eventually, Harry had plated up 2 plates of chicken fajitas and chips. You sat opposite him on the table and began to tuck in. "I never knew you were such a good cook, Styles. This is so good." You smiled.

"Well, thank you. I'll just have to cook for you more often." Harry winked.

"I might have to take you up on that offer." You reply back cheekily.

After dinner, Harry got some ice cream out of the freezer and you snuggled up under the blanket on the sofa, as the credits of Inbetweener's Movie began to start. Harry paused the movie and you looked up at him confused. "Are you okay, Haz?" You asked him, curiously.

"Yeah, I'm good. Great, in fact. There is just something I need to ask you." Harry replied, scratching the back of his neck, awkwardly.

"What's that?" You asked, putting more ice cream into your mouth.

"Well, [Y/N]. We've been seeing each other for a while now and I really like you. Today has just made me realise how much I do like you, just the most simple things are always fun to do when you're around and when you go, I just feel really down because I miss you. You're the only person that has got me in a while, you like me for me, not Harry Styles from One Direction and I really appreciate that. So, I was wondering of you'd, you know, maybe like to be my girlfriend?" Harry asked.