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He Asks Your Father For Permission To Marry You (His Pov)

Liam: I nervously shove my hands into my pockets as her father opens the door. I knew he quite liked me and the fact that his daughter was dating a good guy and not some tattooed up bad boy (Sorry Zayn!) but I wasn't about to take that for granted. Here I was asking for his little girl's hand in marriage! "Hey Liam! Nice to see you!" he exclaims, reaching out and shaking my hand warmly. "Hello Mr.(yourlastname)!" I reply, nervously tapping my foot on the ground. "(Y/N) isn't here right now, sorr-" he begins, but I cut him off. "Actually, sir, I'm here to speak to you if that's all right?" I manage, licking my lips. He raises an eyebrow in confusion but steps outside, joining me on the porch. "What's wrong?" he questions, his voice concerned. "Oh! Nothing's wrong, just, uh," I stutter, fiddling with my car keys in my hand. "I love your daughter very very much and we've been dating for a few years now and I...I wanted to know," I flicker my gaze to his and I notce a smile on his face. "If I could have your blessing to ask your daughter to marry me?" His face lights up and he wraps me in a hug, taking me by surprise. I awkwardly hug him back and smile as he pulls away. "Ah! Of course! My little girl's all grown up," he sighs, looking out at the sky."She's going to be so happy, she loves you so much. You're a good kid, yeah? Take care of her." 

Harry: I anxiously stare at the door of my flat, waiting for the knock that announces his arrival. I'd invited her father over to have a few drinks and watch the football game but I also had a big question to ask him. I was finally going to ask him permission to ask (Y/N) to marry me. My mind flickers to what would happen if he said no and I'm hit with another wave of dread. No! He wouldn't say no, he couldn't. A few raps on the door moments later knocks me from my thoughts and I quickly jump up and open the door. "Ay! Harry! Can't wait for the game," he beams.. "Hey! Same," Ireply nervously, leading him to the living room in front of my large television. "Actually, uh, before the game starts I wanted to ask if," I begin, her father curiously looking at me. "Erm..well,um..I...erm," I say nervously, sounding absolutely ridiculous. He raises an eyebrow and motions for me to go on. "CanIMarryYourDaughter?" I blurt out, the sentence turning into one word. Great. I sound like an idiot. He gives a warm laugh and pats my shoulder. "Ay! Good man having the politeness to ask," her father begins, nodding slowly. "Absolutely. I know how much you two love each other and I'm sure you'll treat her well, yeah?" 

Zayn: I don't think I have ever been this nervous. I was more nervous than before any performance ever, than before the X Factor...It's like every moment where I had ever been nervous had been smashed together into this one right now. I watch as (Y/N) excuses herself to the restroom and my eyes flicker back to the table where her father and I sit. "Your daughter is amazing, I really love her very much," I begin, nervously drumming my fingers on the table. "She is, lovely young woman she's grown to be," he smiles, taking a sip of his drink. "I see the way you two look at each other...ah, young love." I smile and decide I ought to hurry up before she gets back. "Sir, I want to know if...if it was okay with you...if I could ask your daughter to marry me?" I ask, my heart pounding. His eyes widen in surprise and his gaze flickers to her empty chair before he looks back at me. "I can't believe I'm saying this," he sighs, a smile falling over his face. "But...you make her really happy, Malik. And you've got my blessing." 

Niall: "So, what did you want to talk to me about?" her father asks, looking up from his mug of beer across the table at the quiet pub. I push my own mug of beer to the side and give him a nervous smile. "I've got something really important to say," I begin, taking a deep breathe. "Oh God, you got my daughter pregnant? Before marriage? I swear I--" her father begins, his mouth turning into an angry line. "No! No!" I say quickly, my cheeks turning red. His face softens and he laughs, shaking his head. "Sorry! Didn't mean to frighten ya, you scared me a bit with that 'important talk'," he apologizes, taking a sip of his drink. "It's okay," I laugh nervously, nodding my head. "Actually, I'd like to...ask your permission for your daughter's hand in marriage." He raises an eyebrow and thinks for a moment, drumming his hands on the table. "All right," he says finally, causing me to breathe a sigh of relief. "But I swear, if you break her heart I will break your face, all right, Son?" 

Louis: "What are you doing here?" her father asks curiously, clearly wondering why I'd shown up at his home. (Y/N) and I were living together and (Y/N) wasn't with me--there wasn't much reason for me to be showing up at his house bright and early Sunday morning. "Sorry to be here so sudden but (Y/N) is still sleeping and I snuck out of the house because I wanted to ask you something but I don't want her to find out just yet," I begin quickly, tugging my beanie over my head a bit and offering a small smile. "O-kay," he says slowly, gesturing for me to come inside. I step into the warm house, glad to be out of the cold. "Well, um...I really just wanted to ask your blessing for me and (Y/N) getting married," I blurt out, fiddling with my sleeves. "I mean, I haven't proposed to her yet but I really wanted to ask you first to get your permission because I--" He cuts me off by wrapping me in a bear hug and patting my shoulders. "Thought you'd never ask! Ah! My little girl's going to be getting married," he exclaims, taking me by surprise. Well, that went well. Very well.