Make You Feel My Love (One Direction)

Chapter Nineteen

**Chapter Nineteen**

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•Erin's POV•

Though I wasn't sure exactly how I got to bed after the date I had with Liam last night, there was one thing I was sure of. And that was that it definitely wasn't a dream. I had woken up to my favorite member of One Direction spooning with me, his fingers entangled with mine; he was gently playing with the promise ring that now rested comfortably on my left ring finger. His shirtless torso was pressed against my back, rising and falling steadily as he took a relieving breath of air.

"Babe, are you sure its not to cheesy? I can get you something else.. like a locket. Or maybe I can get you another charm for your bracelet..." Liam whispered nervously into the crook of my neck.

"Liam James Payne, how many times do I have to tell you: I LOVE the ring. I won't allow you to attempt to replace it with anything else. Besides, how else am I going to keep the ladies away from you when I'm around? It's like the perfect man-stealer repellent!" I teased, kissing his cheek as I got out of bed and walked towards the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Liam asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Well Li, someone has to make you breakfast... you have an interview today, and a small charity gig soon after. You get ready, and I'll go look cute in the kitchen." I commanded, winking at him before I opened the door to the refrigerator to grab the bacon.

"But watching you cook is more fun." He said cheekily as he walked through the kitchen, playfully smacking my backside before rushing off to get ready.

After making Liam breakfast, I managed to scurry off to get ready as well. I always enjoy going to watch the boys while they're at interviews or gigs, even if Liam didn't let me join the audience; which I don't mind, its just because he wants to protect me as much as possible. I rather be backstage cheering them on than not being there at all. In fact, even Paul said they seem to do even better when I'm there with them; I keep them focused and confident.

"Erin, are you ready to go babe? The boys are on their way over here now so we can all go down together." Liam shouts from the kitchen, eating his breakfast quickly.

"Yeah, I'm ready. How's breakfast?" I asked as I walked back into the kitchen, fully clothed and ready to leave.

"Absolutely amazing, as usual. You might just be wife material after all." He winked at me.

"MIGHT? C'mon Liam, she is wife material. Hell, if you hadn't already claimed her, I'd marry her myself. She's beautiful, intelligent, caring, funny, and SHE COOKS!" Niall states as he walks into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of Liam's bacon from his plate. I guess that means the boys have arrived...

"AND not to mention her natural maternal instinct. PERFECT WIFE MATERIAL THERE, LIAM. Again... SHE MAKES MY CLOTHES SMELL LIKE VANILLA, LIAM. VANILLA." Louis squeals; by now, Liam's cheeks are a dark shade of red. Though, I'm assuming Liam had already realized everything that Niall and Louis said on his own, as he didn't object to a word they said. He simply smiled at me nervously and laughed along with the rest of us.

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By the time we made it to the interview, the boys had an hour of prep time in which I decided to make a coffee run to the nearest Starbucks. This had almost become a ritual of mine for every interview I went to with them, and for some reason I always naturally just felt the need to go. Now it had just become a habit, as I knew exactly what each of the boys usually drank; it only seemed fair to get them something too while I was out. Just as I was about to get into the SUV, Niall ran up to me.