Louis: You two were singing along to the radio while driving home from Easter dinner with both you and Louis' parents. As you quieted to a stop, Louis continued singing badly to make you giggle. Soon the station is doing a Flashback Friday, starting off with none other than What Makes You Beautiful. Louis' voice returned to normal and he stared at you as he sang. "If only you saw what I can see, you'd understand why I want you to marry me..." he sang, causing you to widen your eyes and ask him to repeat it. Surely, he didn't say what you thought you heard. But he did. "I want you to marry me, Y/N." he shrugged and you blush. "Um, are you proposing or just stating?" you stutter, praying to yourself that he was truly proposing after three years. "Well, that depends. Are you going to say yes and cry into my chest as we hug happily?" he countered, chuckling. You remain silent as he says that he was indeed proposing. You, of course, say yes.
Niall: Niall took a swig from his beer and cheered with your dad as the team they rooted for scored another goal, or was it a touchdown? You couldn't track sports to save your life so you stuck to making sure they had enough snacks. "Hey, Y/D/N?" You heard Niall ask your dad as you helped your mom put some pizzas in the oven. "Yeah, kid?" "I love your daughter and I...I want to marry her. I just want your blessing before I ask. Please, sir. She's the best thing in my life." Niall pleaded, and you gasped, whispering what you heard to your mother. You both teared up a little, but composed yourself to make it seem like you didn't know the question ahead, Your dad agreed, telling Niall how he couldn't ask for a better gentleman for his little girl. A while later at dinner, Niall clears his throat and looks to your dad who nods and tries to hide his smile. He kneels down by your side and opens the ring box. You start to tear up again, along with your mom, as Niall speaks. "Y/N, will you marry me?" he smiles up at you as you nod your head yes. Niall puts on the ring and kisses you as your parents cheer.
Harry: Cuddling in bed with a good movie was your favorite after-tour activity to enjoy with Harry. Little did you know, he had a surprise in store. In the middle of some late night Finding Nemo, Harry spoke up. "Y/N?" he lazily runs his hand through your hair to make sure you're awake. "Yeah?" you yawn as you snuggle up to him. "You wanna get married?" he asks as nonchalantly as if he were asking if you wanted to order pizza. "Yeah sure." you giggle. "Okay, now back to sleep, future Mrs. Y/N Styles." Harry kisses your head and turns off the TV.
Liam: "Y/N. We've been together for 2 years. Let's get married." he says with a firm certainty yet excitement that you often associated with Liam. He smiles at you as you toss some bread into the duck pond. "Okay, yeah." you agree, trying to hold back a happy screech as you take his hand. He slips on the engagement ring, making you smile wide. Mrs. Y/N Payne. It had a nice ring to it.
Zayn: "The ceremony was beautiful. I love your family, Zayn. They're so fun." you giggle as you arrive back home after his cousin's wedding. "They're...something. But, they love you too." he smiles, watching you change into one of his t-shirts before you climb into bed. Zayn takes off his suit, leaving him in nothing but boxers, joining you under the blanket. "Zayn, we should get married. We can do married people stuff like shop for furniture and decorate the house for seasonal parties." you both chuckle and he nods. "Okay. Let's do it. I don't really have a ring for you but uh...you can use my grandpa's wedding ring. Its sentimental." he slips the ring off his finger and onto yours. "It's lovely, Zayn. Goodnight...fiancé." you smile at the word, drifting off to sleep in his strong arms.
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One Direction Preferences
FanfictionJust another among the infinite amount of preference lists for the band, One Direction. All preferences are written by me so please, credit me if you use them and we'll get along fine. Stay fabuLouis, amaZayn, and brilLiamt and hey, don't be a silen...