Isabel's POV:
"Look at your hair! These split ends, girl you've got to take care them man!" My older sister Alexis exclaimed grasping the blond curls. I smiled as we commenced our secret handshake. I heard Liam's soft chuckles beside me.
"Look at your hair!" I mocked repeating her action. We laughed and hugged once more. It was so good to be back in San Diego.
"This is my fiancé Liam! It's so weird how you guys have never met him and we're getting married." I introduced. She smiled and hugged him, for a little while longer than she should of.
"Wow, this guy's strong." She said with a sigh and Liam blushed like mad. I slapped my sister playfully on the arm.
"Where's mom?" I asked as we entered.
"She had to run out, you know the deal." She replied and we gave each other an understanding look. Liam politely complimented on the house and everything. Sometimes he's just too dang nice! Then I remembered about my room.
"My old room!" I squealed before skipping up the familiar steps and making the same trip around the corner like I had done years ago.
As I entered the room, it smelt like old perfume and it was neat and untouched like I had left it. My old magazines and posters were still hung up around the room and even my old clock with the lime green numbers was still on the dresser waiting to be fed electricity. I felt the tears well up in my eyes threatening to slither down my tan cheeks. Liam's arms picked me up and gently laid me down on my cold blankets.
"Babe, are you crying?" he asked touching my cheek slightly.
"It's just a bunch of memories from this room, when things were so fun and carefree." I said sighing wistfully.
"Remember the first time I was at your house, and your mom wasn't around so we came up to your room and…" he trailed off kissing my softly. I giggled.
"Made out? Of course, how could I forget?" He smiled into my lips and kissed them once more, but this time he held it for longer. Each moment the kiss getting more and more passionate. I felt like I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there, but he pulled apart to catch his breath.
"You're so amazing, Isabel. I mean it. And you'll be the best wife." He panted.
"You're too sweet! It's a little cheesy." I joked with a smirk, He put his hand out for me to grab and pulled me up.
"Let's go back downstairs, maybe watch a movie." I suggested. He nodded as we went down the stairs.
Niall's POV:
Today, I was finally going to ask Stella to marry me today and I wanted the whole thing to be over the top. Farah knows Stella the best out of everybody and she helped me pick out the ring and I know that Stella's going to love this.
The plan was that we would pretend that I fainted in the back yard and call her out to see if I was okay. We decorated the whole place and we got a mini bar and snacks and music and we were going to make a whole party out of it. Lila gave me the idea. The past couple of days with her family gave me just another main reason to want to marry her. I want to spend holidays with their amazing fun, family. I know they love me, especially the twins. We got Farah, Zayn, Isabel, Liam, and some of her high school friends to show up and hide so we could really have a party.
"SHE'S COMING!" Bella whisper-yelled as she ran to take her place in the bush beside Drake and his wife.
"Niall! Are you okay!?" I heard Stella's worried voice call as she ran into the backyard followed by Lila. I tried to keep my eyes closed and not to smile. She knelt down before me. As planned her favorite song, Viva La Vida started playing and fireworks erupted in the evening sky above her where a hot air balloon was taking flight. Written on it was the question.
"Will you marry me, Stella?” I asked as she turned her attention to the sky. She saw that I was fine and collapsed on me with a hug before attacking me with slaps.
"You scared me half to death!" she exclaimed pulling me up. "Of course I will, Niall." I slipped the ring onto her finger and she kissed me hard before pulling apart to hug me. As she rammed into with another hug sob everybody that was hiding jumped up and whooped and made catcalls and stuff like that.
Everybody around us hugged us and congratulated us before dancing to the music or getting a drink. I turned to look at Stella who was crying what I hoped were happy tears.
