Imagines (from my Instagram)

Only You

You and Niall have been dating for awhile now. Your 4-year anniversary is right around the corner, and you're really hoping he'll propose.

But when the day was almost over, you were feeling disappointed...

"Niall?" you whisper, "are you awake?"

He flips over to the other end of the bed. He's asleep.

A single tear trickles down your cheek, followed by a few more. Soon, your face is soaked with tears.

You feel Niall stir, and then his arms wrap around your waist. After a few minutes, a sob escapes your mouth.

He sits up. "(Y/n)? What's wrong?"

You stay silent, and he flips you over so you're facing him. You shake your head, covering your wet face with your trembling hands. "N-nothing. I-it's nothing."

He raises your eyebrows. "It's doesn't look like nothing, sweetheart. (Y/n), what's wrong? You can tell me anything."

"I-it's just.. Are you still waiting for someone else? Someone better? Because I- I don't understand. We've been together four years now.. Don't you want to get married? And have a family? .. I mean, would you rather do that with someone else?.. I-"

You're interrupted with laughter. Yes, LAUGHTER.

You feel your lip trembling again. "That's what I thought.." you mumble, pealing the sheets and comforter off your body.

Niall grabs your hand, still smiling, and pulls you into a kiss. You lay on top of him as he cups your face, kissing your face and lips over and over again.

"Niall, what're you doing?" you whisper, pulling away from him.

He grins, and holds your hands in his. "You're really stupid sometimes, you know that?"

You scrunch up your face. "I-"

"(Y/n), just shut up. You've never been so wrong in your life. YOU'RE the only one I want, I want to marry YOU and have a family with YOU. Haven't I told you that before?"

"I-I don't know.." you mumble.

He tilts your chin up, so you're forced to look into his sparkling eyes.

He smiles. "(Y/n), there's no one 'better' than you. I know you're the one for me.. you understand?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then marry me."

Your eyes widen. "That's not a very proper proposal, Horan. Get down there." You shove him off the bed, and he immediately kneels down. You sit on the edge of the bed as he grips your hand.

"(Y/n).." he says sweetly, "will you marry me?"

You smile, "Of course."