One Direction Preferences

You propose and he feels emasculated(Harry only)

Harry: You had been with Harry for a good three years now, and you were ready. You just wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, so you decided to take it there. You had the whole thing planned out, and you were going to do it tonight. “Harry are you ready love?” You ask, checking yourself in the mirror one last time. “Another minute Y/N. There’s no rush.” he chuckles as he walks in, fixing his shirt. “You look nice.” he says and you smile “Same to you love.” He nods, and then takes your hand to the car. “You alright tonight? You seem jumpy.” he asks, driving to the little Italian place that you both loved. “I’m fine.” you say, rolling down your window to get some fresh air. “Alright, if you say so.” then he pulls up to a parking spot. You walk into the restaurant, and he says “Styles.” The waiter nods and leads you to a table, where Harry pulls your chair out for you, and then takes his own. Once you order, you look at him, and take a deep breath. “Hey Harry, can I ask you something?” you ask, playing with your fingers. He chuckles and grabs your fingers “Anything love. What is it?” You sigh and look up at him “Well we’ve been going out for a while now, and well we’ve been pretty serious for a long time.” You say before taking another deep breath “And well, I was wondering if… If you would marry me?” He dropped your fingers and looked at you, lost for words. After a moment that seemed like an eternity he said “Uhm, I thought- I I was under the impression that I was supposed to ask you that.” You bite your lip and look down “Well, I just thought I would bring it up, because I thought you were ready, but I guess not. Just forget I said anything.” He sighs and grabs your hand again “No, I’m ready, but I was supposed to ask you, in some romantic way, you know confessing my love and stuff like that. It’s my job.” You shake you head “Harry, just stop ok? I feel enough like an idiot already.” He lifts your chin and says “You’re not an idiot, I’m just a little offended, not by you, but that I didn’t ask first. Of course I’ll marry you love. I just was a little over dramatic.” You smile at him and he pecks your lips softly. “Now am I supposed to take your name since you asked?” he laughs and you shake your head “No, Styles sounds good to me.” He laughs and nods, feeling a little bit better about you asking.