Harry: Gazing around the empty auditorium, a small gasp left your lips. He couldn't help but chuckle at your shock, his hand instinctively giving yours a squeeze. "Yep," he answered your unspoken question. "This is where I first performed. I owe everything to Barney." Playfully rolling your eyes, you slipped your hand from his grasp and took a step forward. "This is crazy," You murmured, a laugh following your words as you shook your head from side to side. "I can almost picture your mom crying her eyes out in the fourth row." Moving to stand behind you, Harry wrapped his arms around your waist and corrected, "Actually, it was fifth row." You leaned further into him, again rolling your eyes. "That's probably one of my favorite memories, though. It's why I love this place so much." Pulling away from you, Harry made sure to stay within your line of vision as he took a step to the left before falling on one knee. Pulling a small velvet box from his jean pocket, Harry murmured, "And maybe you could give me another reason to love this place. [Y/N], I—" He stopped at the shake of your head. "You are not—fuck you, Styles," You uttered, placing your hands over your mouth to stop any sobs from escaping. He grinned widely. "I love you, [Y/N]. Will you marry me?"
Liam: "I think I remember this place.." You stated, your voice trailing off. Following after him, Liam continued into the restaurant and made his way to a table near the window until he came to a stop. His hands rested on either of your shoulders, guiding you to sit in the chair. You did as you were motioned to, although you couldn't wipe the quizzical look off your face. "Stay here," he murmured before exiting the restaurant. You looked around awkwardly, fidgeting in your seat. What was he doing? Soon, your eyes looked out the window to see Liam standing with a broad smile on his face. Again, you gave him a weird look. "You know why you remember this place?" He projected his voice loud enough for you to hear through the glass. You shook your head. The smile on his face had yet to falter as he explained, "This was the first time I saw you. The first time we spoke. This was where we first met." Your lips pressed together to hide your quivering bottom lip as you watched him reenter the restaurant and take a seat in front of you. His hands grabbed yours, his thumbs gingerly running over your knuckles. "I was walking by, on my way to the studio, and I saw you sitting here all by yourself. And I couldn't believe someone as beautiful as you was sitting alone, it was like a sign for me. I had to talk to you. So I walked in here, sat down, and.. well, here we are now. Four years later."
Louis: Tugging on your hand, you stumbled to follow after him. "Where are we going, Lou?" You asked, your head turned to look back as if to see if someone was chasing you. "You'll see," He cryptically replied, continuing on. It was about two minutes before his feet came to a stop, again your eyes scanning the room uneasily. "Where are we?" In response, Louis maneuvered you two behind the multiple stacks of crates until, again, he came to a stop. An old fashioned car sat before you in the dim-lit hull of the cruise ship. Blinking your eyes a couple of times, you couldn't stop the chuckle that left your lips. "Is this real?" You murmured. Louis nodded his head and used his free hand to pull the back door of the car open. Shuffling inside, you sat in the back seat, admiring the scene playing out before you. Louis slid in after you and pulled the door shut with one quick motion. He then placed his hands on either side of your face, tilting his head down a bit in order to make complete eye contact with you. "I love you," he murmured before pressing his lips against yours. His hands began making their way down the curves of your body in the midst of the kiss, finally resting on your hips with his fingers sliding underneath the hem of your shirt. You pulled away long enough to ask, "This is why we went on a cruise?" Louis chuckled, pressed a short kiss to your lips, and replied, "You're the one who said you've always wanted to reenact this."
Niall: You weren't going to lie to yourself, a wave of nerves washed over your entire body when you realized where the car had stopped. You hopped out of the passenger seat, your hands fumbling together until Niall took a hold of your right one. He entwined your fingers and led you up the stairs and through the church doors. The place was entirely empty, the eerie silence causing shivers to run down your spine. Niall waited until you two were seated before speaking. "This is where my parents got married." His voice was soft and his gaze was set straight ahead; a dazed look crossed his face, almost like the memory was replaying in front of him. "Every time we went somewhere - to school, the store, my grandparents' - we'd make it so we had to drive by this place. And I remember my mom would always stare at it as we drove by, like she had to make sure it was real. Like it were almost heaven on earth." Niall shook his head, shaking the flashback from his eyes before turning to face you. "I don't know why I brought you here, to be honest." He leaned back into the bench, his right leg nervously bouncing. "I guess it's just I know how special this place is to my mom, to both my parents, and I remember promising her one time when I was like six or seven that if I were to ever get married, I'd do it here. So she'd have another reason to love this place even more. And I.." His voice trailed off, his shoulders lazily shrugging. Tenderly, you grabbed a hold of his hand and slid your fingers through the spaces of his. "One day, Niall," You murmured with a small smile on your face.
Zayn: "Are we there yet?" You asked, stumbling over your own two feet for the fifth time. He laughed at your impatience, his hands still steady over your eyes. "Yes," He breathed. "Just give me another minute, okay? And keep your eyes shut!" Nodding your head, you heard him shuffle around for a moment before settling, whispering, "Open your eyes." Your eyelids fluttered open, a gasp immediately leaving your lips. "I didn't think this place existed still.." You murmured, your right hand resting over your mouth. A proud grin was plastered across Zayn's face. It was two in the morning and your first time spending the night with him and you rambled about your childhood and a certain park where you had a lot of firsts: your first time jumping from a swing, your first time climbing up a slide, and the first time you successfully made it across the monkey bars. And now here you were, the same park still entirely in tact. "How did you remember?" You asked, your gaze still wandering around the rusting metal. Zayn halfheartedly shrugged his shoulders as one of his hands rubbed the back of his neck. "I've got a memory of an elephant, I guess." He murmured, "I remember everything you tell me. Especially when it's this special to you." Wrapping your arms around his torso, you pressed a quick kiss to his lips before burying your face into his shirt, mumbling your gratitude
