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"Meet me at the park where we first met at eight," Niall said over the phone.
"Ok, see ya later babe." You spent the whole day critiquing your outfits, hair styles and makeup, until it was all perfect.
You saw Louis waiting in the parking lot and pulled up to him. He opened the door so you could get out. He stared at you, and then clear his throat and straightened his suit. You giggled.
"Follow me Milady," he held out the crook of his arm and you looped arms. He took you to a spot with a path filled with red roses and candles lit the sides.
"All over time there have been great lovers, but none had love as strong as Niall has for you." You smiled and looked at the ground.
"Ah, look. It's the first time you met," he held his hand out to two actors. You were delivering some books from the donation center to the orphanage. You bumped into Niall and he immediately checked to see if you were ok, when you were, he helped you the rest of the way.
"Your first date." A couple was sitting on a bench star gazing, the girl's head on the boy's shoulder.
"Your fourth 'date'," He put air quotes around that. You blushed as you looked at the couple making out. That was basically all you two did that night. You came up to a clearing where Niall was standing. Louis went to join the rest of the guys, who were now singing softly. Niall looked nervous as he cleared his throat and straightened his suit.
"You look beautiful," he said stepping forward. He got on his knee and pulled out a little black box. Tears ran down your face.
"(Y/F/N), that first day I met you, I knew that I needed to go out with you. No one has ever made me feel this way. Except for you. This is a feeling I cannot live without." He began to take out the ring. "(Y/F/N), will you make me the happiest man alive, and be my wife?" You covered your mouth with your hand and nodded.
"Yes, Yes!" You laughed. He smiled and put the ring on your finger and stood up.
"She said yes!" The boys cheered and hollered. Al of the sudden there was a big pop that made you jump.
"Sorry!" Harry's distant voice said. He stepped forward a few moments later. "Champagne anyone?" He held up a bottle.
