Harry
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
I stared at Niall, stunned at his sudden question. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to answer with a yes, but I was seriously super surprised.
"C - Come again?" I asked, making sure I heard Niall correctly. Hell, I knew I heard Niall correctly. I had just never expected Niall to be the one to ask.
"Will you, Harry Styles, be my boyfriend?" He asked again. I looked down at the blonde Irish lad in front of me and smiled a bit.
"Yes," I told him, staring directly into his beautiful, ocean coloured eyes. He smiled up and me and pulled me in for a hug, his head falling perfectly into the crook of my neck. I felt him leave a light kiss on my collar bone, and I smiled even wider then placed a kiss on the top of his head.
He pulled back and looked up at me, smiling wider than I had ever seen him smile before. As realisation hit me, I began laughing, and Niall's smile faded into a look of confusion.
"Wha?" He asked, searching my face for an answer. As my laughter died down, I relatched our hands and places a quick kiss on his cheek.
"You stole my thunder," I told him. "I was going to as you out on our second date, and you beat me to it."
"Oh. I'm sorry." He began lightly gnawing on his bottom lip as his eyes moved to the floor. I wasn't trying to make him feel bad at all. Hell, I thought it was hilarious.
"No no no," I said quickly, placing my index finger underneath his chin and pulling it up, trying to get him to look up at me. His eyes followed and within a second he was looking at me again.
"I wasn't trying to make you feel bad," I said, squeezing his left hand with my right one. "It's funny. You know? You beat me to it. It's...hell I don't know I, thought it was funny." He cracked a smile and shook his head.
"You're an idiot," he told me.
"I'm your idiot, though," I replied, inching my face closer to his. He nodded.
"You are." And then he kissed me once again.
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Louis
Liam and I arrived in Ireland fifteen minutes before twelve. Outside the airport, a taxi was waiting for us. Liam had really planned everything out perfectly. What sucked, though, was it was an almost two hour drive from Dublin to Mullingar. I was surprised Liam was able to get the driver to go that far. He had to pay extra was my guess.
The entire ride to Mullingar, I listened to music as well did Liam. I was pretty tired, so I wasn't really in the mood for talking with Liam, even though I love Liam to death. I ended falling asleep not even twenty minutes into our car ride.
"Lou," Liam whispered, softly shaking me. "We're here." I groaned and slowly opened my eyes coming face to face with Liam's perfect, clean shaven face. I sat up and pulled my ear buds out and paused my music, then opened the door and slipped out of the car. Liam removed our bags from the trunk and handed me mine, then we made our way up Niall's dad's driveway.
I had never met Niall's dad before, so I was a bit nervous. Liam, on the hand, had met him once. Back when I was about sixteen, I went with my family to America during summer vacation. That year, Liam had went with Niall to Ireland. I was invited to go as well, but of course, I had to go with my family.
I stood behind Liam as he began knocking on the door. One, two, three, four times. I don't know exactly why I was so nervous. It wasn't like I was meeting the Queen or something. I guess I just really wanted Niall's dad to like me.
