One direction imagines and prefrences

He realizes he wants to marry you

Harry: I woke up up this morning, next to Y/N and I just knew. Her hair that had been thrown up into a messy bun the night before, but it had fallen out during the night. I smiled at how I knew she would spend an hour looking for that hair binder, instead of just grabbing a new one.

"...Because it's stretched out, and those ones arn't." I could hear her saying.

Her face was buried in her pillow with her arms interlocked underneath. My tee shirt that she has decided to wear, was bunched up, revealing her gorgeous body, and her booty shorts road up just enough to show off her arse too.

I rolled over wrapping my arms around her. She grumbled and turned inwards toward my chest.

"Good morning sweetheart." I said whispering.

"What time is it, Harold?" She asked squinting from the little light there was.

I looked over to the dresser, and looked at my clock.

"5:30" I told her, groaning a bit myself.

"You're not fucking human if you woke up this early on your own." She said hiding her eyes back into my chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm guess I'm getting use to the time difference, go back to sleep if you want, love." I said kissing her the top of her head.

"With pleasure! She said laughing.

I did my best to quiet down for her and stroked her hair. She sleeping again soon, and I was nearly there. In my last moments before I fell asleep, I said "I'm gonna marry you."

Liam:

I sat in the den scratching down lyrics for possible songs. I racked my brain for new titles, and which one of the lads would sing which verse. I tore the sheet of paper from the notebook, crumpled it and tossed it on to the floor with the rest of them.

"What are you working on in here?" Y/N asked kicking at some of the crumpled snowballs.

"Song writing" I told her throwing up a pair of air quotes.

She laughed, and plopped down next to me. She put her head on my shoulder, and wrapper an arm around mine.

"What do you have so far?" She asked holding the corner of the binder.

"Not much, I can think of anything." I told her.

"Can I do anything to help?" She asked looking up at me with her puppy dog eyes.

Reaching for one of my previous attempts, I unfolded the paper and handed it to her. It had a few different ideas about song meanings, with a couple possible lyrics. She scanned the page and sat up. She scrunched her eyebrows together, like she always did when she focusing.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"I like this bit, about having half a heart, and the arrow bit too." She said pointing at the lines of lyrics that I had circled.

"Really?" I asked her, rewriting the lyrics on a fresh page.

"Yeah, it has the potential to be a real kick arse song!" She smiled cheerfully.

I laughed, and thought about the number of times Y/N had helped me with the bands songs, when it finally hit me. She was my muse and I wouldn't dream of writing another album without her. She was defiantly the one for me.

Niall:

"Y/N! We love you!" The fans screamed.

Me and Y/N were walking through town, shopping about for some new jumpers, trousers and trainers, when a rather large group of fans mobbed us.

I did my very best to stay calm, and not let my claustrophobia get the best of me. I snagged her hand and pulled her closer to me.

Y/N knew that I big groups of fans made me nervous even though I loved em'. She calmly stepped out in front of me, and got the fans to quiet down.

"Hey everybody, would you mind stepping back a bit? I'm quite claustrophobic, and it's getting a little hard for me to breathe." She explained.

Surprisingly the screaming came down to a bare minimum and the girls stepped back.

"Thanks guys, and if you don't mind we're gonna keep shopping too." She said pulling me along with her.

She pulled me along, all the fans sighing and groaning that I was leaving. But I was also happy that she had gotten me out of that situation. She understood me even without words. She liked me for me and I loved her for her. I'm not waiting any longer, I need her to be mine.

Louis: We were sitting on the couch, watching tv. She had her back against the arm her legs in my lap. I know she doesn't particularly like watching football with me, but she tries her best. About halfway through the match she lost interest, and opened her laptop. Every now and then I catch her bobbing her head along with her music, making weird faces at the screen. I let my fingers run along her soft legs, paying close attention to how they felt against my skin. I was completely zoned out until I hear her shriek. "Oh my god! Are you serious!" She yelled into the phone. I can feel my face twist in confusion. "Oh my god, I can't wait. Can I tell Louis?" She hung up the phone and shut her laptop. "I'm going to a 5 Seconds Of Summer Concert! Front row!" She beamed kicking her legs in my lap. She kept talking but I couldn't look past that smile, the smile I would do anything to see, for even a second. The smile I don't want to wake up without for even one day. In that second I knew, I'm going to marry her.

Zayn:

I sat in my graffiti room working on the spaces that hadn't been covered up yet, when Y/N walked in with a large paper bag.

"What's all this then?" I asked her pointing to the bag.

"They were on sale." She explained pulling out a fresh mask, and several bottles of spray paint.

"I thought you could use some new paints." She said."

"Babe, you really didn't have to do that. I appreciate it though." I told her looking at the various cans.

She always did that, bought me things. She was always thinking of others rather than herself.

"I wanted too! Anyways I love coming in here." She said.

"Yeh? Why?" I found myself asking.

I mean I came in here to think, or to relax, so it was cool that she like it a lot too.

"Yeah your stuff is amazing! Sometimes I come in here when your gone you know. To look at your stuff, it helps me relax." She explained.

"Ya do?" I said surprised.

"Haha yeah, but only when I really miss you." She giggled looking down at her feet.

"I love you, ya know that?" I blurted.

"I love you too." She said coming over and kissing me.

When she kissed me, I knew that she was the one that I needed in my life, and I couldn't live without her. I had to marry her.