One Direction Preferences

Mine

Harry:“Harry where are we going?” You giggle as he keeps his large hands over your eyes. “You’ll find out in a minute.” He chuckles and you frown, crossing your arms as his feet guide both of you. “Ok, I think it’s been a minute.” You say and he laugh again. “Fine, open your eyes.” He says moving his fingers, showing you a small yet vast view of water. “Harry it’s breath taking.” You say as he leads you down a small pier to a little brown row boat. “Just like the first time I saw you.” He smiles taking one of your hands and gently helping you in. He gets in himself and smiles, chuckling nervously. “What is my hair messed up?” You ask patting it down. “No, just thinking.” He says, grabbing the oars and rowing out onto the water. “So what’s the occasion?” You ask the smell if salt perfuming your nose. “No occasion, just thought it might be fun.” He says shoulder blades contracting in a rhythm. Back and forth, back and forth. “It is fun.” You giggle putting your hands on his. “Babe I can’t row like that.” He laughs and stops in the middle of the water. “What? Why’d you stop?” You ask and he frowns looking deeply at what seems to be something behind you. “I I see something. Something gorgeous and beautiful and life changing. See it?” And you turn around, looking for the mystical object. “You don’t see it?” He asks, voice now a bit uneven. “I don’t see anything.” You laugh and turn around smiling until you see the small black velvet box in his hands, making your smile fade. “Harry?” You ask and he has the biggest grin on his face. “Y/N, I’ve wanted to do this from the first date we ever had. Just thinking about it everyone we went out the ring in my pocket screaming for me to ask made me crazy, but I decided to wait. Until now, the perfect time, the perfect place, and the perfect girl.” “I’m not perfect Harry.” You interrupt and he nods. “That’s exactly why. You’re perfect for me even though you make the smallest mistakes.” He says, hands still shaking. “Harry, what are you trying to ask?” You say, smiling now and he smiles back “love, will you marry me?” He says and you grab his shaking hands “Of course. You’re mine. I would love to marry you. I love you.” You say pressing your lips to his and he kisses you deeply. “Good, because I was not taking lo for an answer.” You laugh and nod ” Wouldn’t have said no if you threatened me.” He chuckles and kisses you again, leaving you floating in the water,salt staining the boat, while salt tears stain your own face.

Louis:A knock on my door made me set the game controller down, and get up. I sighed and spoke into the microphone headset on my head “Be right back Harry, someone’s at the door.” “Alright Lou.” he responded to me and I took i toff, unlocking the loud deadbolt. I opened the door completely and saw her tear stained face, same as anytime she came to me. A last resort you could say, for whenever she and her boyfriend were fighting, which was a  lot of the time. I always felt like telling her “Dump him and come to me instead, I’d always treat you right.” but every time those words were about to blurt out, he called and made up with her, leaving me there alone. “What happened this time?” I ask, pulling her into a tight embrace. “Ju- just a stupid fight.” she stutters, squeezing me tightly. “Ok, just stop crying beautiful, no more tears.” I soothe, sitting her on the couch, picking the MIC back up. “Harry, listen I’ve got to go, talk to you later.” I say and he sighs “Fine, talk to you later, bye man.” then I disconnect the game. “Chocolate or vanilla?” I question, going to the freezer, getting no response. “Both it is then.” I mutter grabbing two spoons and the containers in both hands then returning to the couch. “Ok.” I sigh, handing her the vanilla carton and a spoon, “What happened?” and she buries the spoon into the white substance as I do the same to the chocolate in my hand. “Just a stupid fight, a little spat.” she says, cleaning the spoon swiftly. “Mhmm, sure, then why are you here?” I ask, eating a big spoonful as she dips her spoon in the chocolate. For a moment she is silent, tapping her spoon to her lips then she whispers “Why does this always happen to me Louis? Why does every guy I date hurt me so much?” she asks and I run the spoon across the brown solid, now melting slowly into a liquid. “Uhm, I- what are you talking about?” I try to change the topic so she won’t cry anymore, but that is all too far from possible. “No seriously! What’s wrong with me?’ What’s so bad about me Louis, that I can’t even find a nice guy?” she yells, tears coming from her eyes fast like a running faucet. “Nothing’s wrong with you.” I soothe, but this just makes her more upset, and now she’s dropped the ice cream and grabbed her jacket, running out of the flat. “Y/N!” I called after her, and she stopped. She stopped and turned around slowly, letting me catch up to her. “Y/N, please, calm down, there’s nothing wrong with you.” “Really?” she snaps back, looking down. “Really. You are the most beautiful, sweet, loving, charming, funny girl I know, and any guy that fights with you is just as stupid as me.” I say, as she cries still. I grab her face in my own hands as she whispers “What do you mean?” and I don’t respond, I merely answer with a gentle press of my lips to hers, catching her a bit off guard. Although, to my surprise, she didn’t pull away, but embraces it, twisting her fingers in my hair for a moment before pulling away to look at her feet again. “What do you mean?” she presses again, and I take her face again, whispering “I love you Y/N. You’re amazing, And I’ve been so stupid to let you keep going with this guy, so maybe, you know you should be mine?” I ask, nervously biting my bottom lip, and she brings her lips back to my own, now slightly froazen ones, warming them up instantly. “I’m yours.” she says, sending shivers down my spine nad I can’t help but smile “Mine.” I nod, “I like the sound of that, mine.” She giggles, hugging me “I love you Louis.” “I love you more.” i whisper in her ear, and it’s a bit saddening because she’ll never know just how much, but as long as she’s mine, then I can try to show her.