You Are My Other Half

Part 1

Tonight, was gunna be perfect. Zayn had used his all of his creative might to plan the most incredibly romantic evening for his better half. The reservations had been made – dinner for two at the cute little Italian bistro that Harry loved – and their bedroom looked like every Valentine's Day Hallmark movie ever made had exploded in it. Zayn had adorned almost every flat surface with candles and coated the bed in rose petals, complete with a heart in the middle. He knew it was stupid and corny, but Harry loved stuff like that. He loved when Zayn was just as dorky as he was.

It was their three-year anniversary, and Zayn wanted it to be as beautiful and amazing and as sweet-as-a-cupcake as Harry. And...it was also the night that Zayn was going to finally make Harry his forever. Tonight, was the night Zayn was going to propose.

He had been working on this plan for months. Zayn had made sure the restaurant had set aside the perfect table, the one that Harry always insisted on because you could see the lights of the city dotting the night sky through the window. He also made sure that their food would be ready when they arrived; of course, Zayn had ordered all of Harry's favorites. Plus, he had the owner select the perfect bottle of wine to complement their meal – that one had cost him a little extra, but the owner was totally on board with his favorite gay couple finally committing, so most of it was on the house anyway.

Then, after they finished wining and dining, Zayn planned to take Harry on a romantic moon-lit walk down by the river front. Once they made it to the square, Zayn would get down on one knee and ask Harry to trust him with his heart for the rest of their lives.

Afterwards, they would make their way back to the flat, where he and Harry spend the rest of the night intertwined in their bed. Zayn couldn't wait.

He was standing in their adorable little kitchen fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt and waiting on the kettle to boil for his tea. Zayn was practically bouncing with nervous energy as he waited for Harry to get home from work. The anxiety was killing him, and the ring in his pocket felt like it weighed like 50 tons.

Suddenly, Zayn heard Harry's keys in the front door, and all that nervous energy went straight to his hands. He practically spilled the scalding hot water all over himself and the counter, his hands were shaking so hard. He also started to chew on his bottom lip, which he knew Harry would scold him for as soon as he got in the door.

Finally, the door squeaked open, and he heard Harry shuffle in. Keys dropped in the bowl on the little side table next to the door. Shoes toed off and set next to Zayn's scuffed trainers. Bag dropped on the couch. Let their evening begin!