Liam's POV
I peeled my eyes open, and blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. I glanced at the clock, 9:30 am.
I looked beside me, where my beautiful boyfriend of three years, Harry Styles, was sleeping. Yes, you heard right. I, Liam Payne, 1/5 of One Direction, is dating Harry Styles, my bandmate and another 1/5 of One Direction.
Yesterday was our three year anniversary, May 23. And I'm absolutely positive that Harry is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.
So, today I'm planning to propose to him. I'm ninety nine percent sure he will say yes, but I have my doubts. Then again, doesn't everyone?
I stretched and got up, deciding to make breakfast, putting my hands on my lower back, groaning at the pain in my arse. Harry decided to be a little rough last night.
I slipped my boxers on, not bothering to put on pants or a shirt. I walked downstairs and pulled out a frying pan, making some bacon. While the bacon was frying, I made two omelets for us and poured two glasses of apple juice.
I supposed Harry smelled the food, because he came down as soon I put the food on the table.
"Morning, babe." he said groggily, rubbing his eyes. I pecked his cheek.
"Good morning," I replied "Babe?"
"Yeah, Liam?" he responded, beginning to eat.
"Well, I was thinking a bit later we could go out to the park or something," I suggested. Well, I didn't really say it without reason, I was planning on taking him to the park so I could propose.
"Sure, babe. Whatever you want," he smiled at me, eating some more of his food.
After we both finished eating, we went upstairs and took a shower with each other, just washing each other. I dried myself of and threw on a tee shirt and jeans, but made sure not to be too casual, though.
I patted my pockets while Harry was still in the bathroom, double checking that the ring and box were still there. I don't know what I'd do if I forgot it or I lost it. The moment would be totally ruined.
After about fifteen minutes, he came out wearing his Ramones shirt and some dark skinny jeans. I gulped. He looked so hot.
He smirked, noticing my expression. "You alright there, babe?" he asked. I just nodded in response.
He smiled and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers together. I know it's cheesy, but our hands fit together perfectly. We walked down to Harry's Range Rover and we drove to the park. It was a beautiful day. Sunny, no clouds, and a warm breeze drifted though the air.
"Harry, I'm going to go get us some snacks and drinks." I said, after I'd spread out the picnic blanket I'd brought with me.
"Sure baby, thanks!" Harry grinned. He settled himself on the blanket, and as I glanced back at him, he waved reassuringly.
There was a rather long line in front of the food cart, but I got the food soon enough.
I walked slowly back to our spot, careful not to trip and drop any of the food and drinks.
When I was about ten feet away, I looked up and my heart broke. There was Harry, sitting on the blanket, and he wasn't alone.
Oh no, there was some black haired bimbo on his lap, giggling innocently, but I scoffed. She was anything but. Plus, he was laughing with her. And as if that wasn't bad enough, he pecked the corner of her mouth. Not entirely on the lips, but definitely too low for it to have been on the cheek.
