Liam: He walks through the door, red roses in hand, tip toing through the hallways to sneak up on you. But you see his reflection in the mirror you’re looking and and you turn around swiftly before he can poke your sides. With a smile he hands you the roses and kisses your lips softly murmuring “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Zayn: “Baby please!” He pleads, as you sit in the couch arms folded angry at him because the one night you requested him to spend with you, Valentines Day, he blew you off to hang with Harry. “Shut it Zayn, I can see who’s more important to you.” You spit and he frowns, pulling you into his arms. “You’re the most important person to me. Without you I’m nothing. How about a belated Valentines Day?” He questions, and his eyes melt you, making you agree to his suggestion.
Harry: He grabs your hand in his as the orange flame between the two of you illuminates his green eyes, making them sparkle brilliantly. “Y/N, love I’ve been wanting to ask you something for the longest time now, but I never really had the right opportunity.” He begins, sending butterflies through your stomach. “Yes….” You say softly. “Well, I was wondering, if you’d do me the honor of marrying me?” He asks gripping your fingers tightly and you nod, unable to speak, as he smiles widely and slips a small ring on your shaking finger.
Niall: He places the steaming pot in the table and calls “Come on babe!” And you descend down the stairs dressed up to go out, even though you were just having a nice night in with Niall. “You look gorgeous babe.” He smiles rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, putting the foo on the plates. You kiss his cheek and sit in the chair he’s pulled out for you. “I love you Niall, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else tonight, and I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.” He smiles and chews contently, nodding, “Same love, same.”
Louis: “Care to dance?” He asks, offering his hand to you. You hesitate, but he grabs your hand and pulls you up, dragging you to the dance floor, where a few other couples have taken residence. “I can’t dance.” You giggle, barely managing to move in the heels you have on, making him chuckles softly. “I won’t let you fall babe. I’ve got you.” You are silent for a minute, clinging to him, so you don’t fall and he laughs “Do you not trust your valentine?” And you nod “I do, I trust you.” You smile loosening your grip, relaxing in his arms as he spins you both.