One Direction Prefrences and Imagines

Prefrence #116 "How he proposes"

Harry - you pulled into the driveway, stopping the car and leaning over the steering wheel, arms crossed and head bowed between them. Sighing, you managed the drivers side open, dragging your body along the paving to the front steps, easing the door open. You dropped your things in the dark foyer, “Harry, babe?” You called out softly, in place of a yawn, “please tell me there’s cake or something in the fridge, because I had the worst day ever today and…” you turned into the living room, “babe… what is all this?”

Candles flickered atop every surface around the room in a dim scope, rose petals littering the floor, you swung your gaze around, finally resting on Harry, standing in the centre. “Hey,” he smiled lightly.

“Hey?” You widened your eyes, “what’s going on here, babe?”

“(Y/N),” Harry pressed his lips together apprehensively, a singular step towards you followed by two more, “I’m gonna try and get this all out before I get too nervous, or I start crying, or I fall over or make a bad joke, so…”

“Harry…”

“(Y/N),” he reached you and took your hands, “I love you. I love you so much. I can’t even begin to tell you how much you’ve changed my life for the better,” he rubbed your knuckles with his thumbs, shakily easing down onto one knee.

“Oh my… Harry…” tears started to well in your eyes.

“You are everything I could ever need and more, (Y/N), and I could keep going over this speech that I spent three weeks practising, and list every little thing that I love about you, like the way you scrunch your eyes up when you smile, or how you sing out loud in the car with the windows down not caring who sees you, or how you stick your tongue out when you’re concentrating, or quirk your eyebrow when you’re not sure what to say…” he laughed nervously, biting his lip as he glanced down at the floor for the moment, “but that’d take weeks, (Y/N), to go over every reason why you’re the girl for me. So, instead, I’m… I’m just gonna say that you make me happy, you make me feel safe and comfortable and loved and supported, and the feeling I get when I’m around you,” his eyes glistened as he spoke, “is worth fighting for… every single day. I love you, (Y/N), and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you… do me the honour of marrying me?”

Liam - you made an odd sound as you woke up slowly, a low-slung grunt that you let out, lips parting before you could open your eyes. Blinking wildly after the sunlight, you eased up onto your elbows and scanned the room, searching for objects until you could focus on them. The other side of the bed was empty, as you turned to face it, one hand curling out and grasping a section of the sheets, crinkling them into a fist. “Liam?” You slurred the word, still not yet fully awake. You rubbed a hand down your face before you lay back down, eyes on the ceiling, a slow line of sunlight bathing your skin in a warm glow.

You eased up onto your elbows again, when you heard the bedroom door creak. Liam shifted in, pushing the wood with his shoulder, a breakfast tray in his hands. “Hey you,” he smiled nervously, walking forwards and setting the tray down next to your legs. He moved to the other side of the bed, and crawled atop the covers. “Hungry, love?”

You smiled, eyes grazing the tray, bacon and eggs, toast, hash browns and sausages, a vase with a single red rose, and a small cup of orange juice. “Babe, this looks amazing…” you reached out arms for Liam, “you’re too good for me,” you hugged him tightly.

“No,” he eased back and held your cheek, “you’re too good for me. Now, drink up, I squeezed the juice myself, babe.”

“Yum,” you picked up the cup, and drank the small portion, something small tapping your lip as you swallowed. You opened your eyes and peered down the glass cylinder, something sparkling for a moment before you lowered the glass. You set it in your lap, gulping when you picked up the ring resting in the dregs of the cup. “Liam, what is this?” You asked softly.