One Direction OneShots and Drabbles

Be Mine?- Lirry

Harry's P.O.V.

I knew that I looked terrible in the morning; the hair, the cracked lips, and the pale skin, but Liam always seemed to disregard that, even though it way blatantly evident. He had a way, a certain talent, to see everyone and everything as beautiful, and if it weren't for that, I would say he'd fancy me a bit.

In that scenario I guess I would say I fancied him too. But he doesn't, so forget it. It was another lonely Valentine's day for me, I did once have a Valentine, Louis Tomlinson, we were completely in love, but it ended in a nasty break-up, and I don't like to speak of it. I managed to make my way down the hallway out of the bathroom- ridding myself from the nighttime demons that overtook my face- and rounded the corner to find Liam sitting on the couch. I don't know why I was so surprised, we were roommates after all; could it have been because I expected him to be out with someone, probably.

He was a grounded guy, went to few parties, had few long lasting relationships, so why did I think that he would randomly find a boyfriend and veer off from me. He loved for me to meet them first, too, for some reason, a check of approval thing maybe.

His entire opinion and status with the person depended on my liking towards them, and I usually didn't like them because I wanted him for myself, of course. He greeted me normally, as did I, "happy Valentine's day," he joked, I laughed, "happy Valentine's day." He stood and pulled me up with him, "I got something for you," he announced as we nearly ran back through the hallway and to his bedroom.

He turned to me and stopped, "before I give this to you, might I just add that you look absolutely stunning today, everyday actually," he admired, being polite.

He shuffled to the other side of his bed and grabbed a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolate's ,"Li-, I-, you di-," I chocked out, "yeah, I know," he replied, understanding what I meant, when even I didn't. I was speechless, was he giving them to, me, no no no no, of course not, he wanted me to give them to someone else for him, yeah, he doesn't like me, never.

He knelt on one knee and looked at me with that fucking irresistible, charming, Liam Payne grin that he possessed. "I'm not proposing yet, don't worry," the fuck does he mean by yet,

"Harold Edward Styles, will you be mine."

I was in awe, I guess it took the actual ask to persuade me that he liked me, "Of course, yes, yes. He stood up holding my hand gently and placed a kiss on my nose, "I always need approval from my favorite person, so, may I date you Haz," I kissed him for the first time, "yes Liam, Happy Valentine's Day."