One Direction preference

Valentines Day

Harry: You had been dating Harry for five years. For Valentine's Day Harry brought you to the restaurant where he took you for your first date. The place was very formal and fancy, but the place held a lot of sentimental value to the both of you.

Harry ordered your favorite wine and almost instantly your waitress was coming over holding the bottle. She placed it in front of Harry and then disappeared. It wasn't until his popped the cork that you noticed something shiny. On the neck of the wine bottle was ring.

"Y/N, I've loved you unconditionally since we've met, will you marry me?" His green eyes were lightly glazed as he got down on one knee, the ring sitting in his palm. All you can do it nod before tears fall down your face. You get down on his level, pressing your lips to his.

Niall: You and Niall were such an easy going couple that Valentine's Day was just another day for the two of you. You were just lounging on the couch when the doorbell rang.

"Ni? Can you get that? I'm not dressed to see people!" The rest of your house was silent. You groaned, getting yourself somewhat decent. You open the door and see Niall in a tux. "Niall? What are you doing?" You ask with a smile plastered on your face.

"I'm taking you out," He holds up a dress bag. "Go get dressed, princess," You kiss his cheek before running off to get dressed, anxious for the romantic night ahead of you.

Zayn: You groaned as you peeled off your wet jacket from your shivering body. You were walking home from work in the rain when your heel snapped, forcing you to hobble the rest of the way.

"Hello?" You call out.

"In here," You follow your husband's voice to the living room where there are candles and white lights strung everywhere. "Happy Valentine's Day, boo," You smile, your body warming already.

"Aww, Z, I love you," You coo, collapsing into his arms. He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Common, I have a warm bath drawn for you," Perfect ending to a now perfect day.

Liam: "Are you sure you don't want to go out?" Liam asks for the twentith time.

"I just want to be with you," You say, leaning into his chest. You were both laying in your bed, watching The Lady and The Tramp. "You've been away so long, I want you with me,"

"I'm all yours," He promises, his lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head. His arms were wound around your waist as the two dogs shared their meatball kiss. "I love you, Y/N,"

"I love you too, Li,"

Louis: "I want your cuddles," You complain to the computer that sat open in front of you. Your boyfriend, Louis, sat in France, on the other computer.

"I want your body," He says huskily. You blush furiously before Lou starts laughing. "I can't believe we aren't together on Valentine's Day," You frown, the blush disappeared and his laughter gone.

"I know," You swallow the lump in your throat.

"I'm really sorry, love. I have to let you go, Y/N, I'll call ya later," He says before hanging up. You forcefully slam the laptop shut, angry with him and yourself.

You threw on your coat and shoes and headed out, wanting to get out of the house. When you whipped the door open, Louis was standing against the door frame, a bouquet of roses in his hands. He smiled at you before attacking you with kisses, kicking the door shut with his foot.