suggest listening to the song for added effect.
Zayn: He’s a little bit nervous and a little bit on edge. The box in his pocket suddenly weighs a ton, and he’s pretty sure that he hasn’t drawn a decent breath since the first day he met you. Your head is on his chest, fingers running over the tattoos there and he’s sure you can hear his frantic heartbeat and how shallow his breathing was. “You’re quiet tonight,” you say, raising your head from his chest to look into his eyes. He wheezes out a laugh, his hands starting to shake a bit as he smoothed a lock of hair away from your face. “Just, uh, preoccupied,” you sat, moving up and away from his body and Zayn could have cried. He loved cuddling you up and in to his body. He loved feeling your sweet breath tickle his neck and he loved how you looked in the morning and how you sang all the time even though you couldn’t sing at all. “What’s on your mind?” You asked, hands folded in your lap as you faced him. “You,” he blurted, his caramel cheeks flushing the slightest bit. “Me?” You asked perplexed, eye brows drawn together. God, you were so adorable when you did that and you had no idea. You’d bewitched Zayn completely and he wasn’t sure where you ended and he began but that was okay because he wasn’t worried about it. “Yes, you,” he smiled a little now, his hands still trembling as he reached in his pocket. Your eyes widened when you saw the little velvet box, heart slamming into your chest. “Settle down with me,” he whispered. “Marry me, I want to be your home and I want you to be my home. I want a whole life with you full of singing and laughter and I want to wake up and fall asleep with you. I want to experience all of life’s little and big moments with my best friend and the love of my life, what do you say, yeah?” He snapped the lid open and you gasped, eyes lit up in a way he had never seen. “Yes! You shouted, tackling him to the couch and pressing sweet kisses to his face.
Harry: He can feel how bad you’re shaking as he ran his fingers down your arms, his eyes dark and quiet as they searched your face. “We don’t have to do this,” he whispered, finger tips kissing the curve of your cheek and jaw. You shook your head, pressing your lips to his fingers. “I want too,” you murmured softly. You had never wanted to give anyone everything before, but you wanted to give it to Harry. The room was dark, the moonbeams slanting through the blinds to make the room black and white, highlighting parts of his creamy skin and dark eyes. You looked luminescent, stardust in your skin and eyes and Harry was entranced, for the first time in ages, Harry knew he was ruined for any other woman. They would never be you and he could never feel this way again. He knew that. Gently, he took you in his arms, his heart against your chest and your lips lightly pressing against his neck and he shuddered, knowing that he was more than in love with you. Love was too tame a word for what he felt as he pulled your shirt off over your head. Beautiful didn’t do justice to your body as he bared it, his hands immediately dropping to learn each curve. Forever wouldn’t be long enough for him to love you, to learn how your body came to life under his hands. You kissed him like you wanted to be loved, which he knew you did. You kissed him like you could fuse your bodies together, everything from love to lust filling the space between you. You kissed him like he was your sun, moon and stars. Which he was. He was everything. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips, his hands supporting his weight above you, his body pressed against every inch of your body. You smiled, fingers twining up through those chocolate curls so much. “I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone,” he worshiped you with his mouth, lips touching your collarbones, neck and finally resting over your heart. “and there is no way I will ever love anyone but you for the rest of my life.”
Niall: It’s miserable outside, the rain slamming into the windows and the thunder shaking the house. The power had gone out ages ago, and you were curled up on his sofa surrounded by candles. He was sitting with his guitar, fingers idly plucking over the frets as he looked at you. You flummoxed him which was unusual for Niall. Normally he always had something to say about everything, but he never seemed to have the right words for you. Maybe he reasoned it was because you were indescribable. And maybe they hadn’t invented a word yet to cover who you were and what you meant to him. So he switched up the tune, something slow and heady spilling out from the strings and you flicked your eyes to his. He looked unreadable in the soft glow of the fire, but there was something in the air that changed. Something that made butterflies take flight in your stomach and your hands begin to shake a little bit. And then he started to sing. You knew the song, Ed Sheeran’s kiss me, but there was something about Niall’s voice tonight that left you more shaken than usual. And maybe it was because he was looking at you like he was taking his last breath, and maybe it was the way he more told the words to you instead of sang them. But whatever he was doing, it wasn’t just singing. “I’m in love now,” he said slowly, his eyes still holding level to yours. Your cheeks heated and he smiled, that adorable, cocky little grin that had won you over the first moment you saw him. “This feels like falling in love,” he fingers slowed down, not strumming anymore. He sat his guitar aside and walked over to you. You tilted your face up to his, his hand capturing your jaw, his thumb rubbing over your lips. The fire licked over his face, casting shadows along his skin and he had never looked more beautiful and yo had never loved someone so much. “We’re falling in love,” he said once more, his voice a little bit breathless and he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.
Liam: A year ago today he told you he loved you for the first time. Two years ago today he asked you out for the first time. But right now, it was rolling around to the very first time he kissed you (exactly at 11:11 pm because he was wishing for you and instead of just wishing he decided to make it happen) “Babe, do you know what time it is?” He asked, a wicked gleam in his eyes. You lifted your head from your book, eyes flicking to the clock. “It’s 11:11,” you said slowly, eyes moving to meet his. He was grinning so broadly his cheeks began to ache but he couldn’t stop. Since he met you all he did was smile, all he did was float on cloud 9. He didn’t believe that there would ever be anyone who made him feel this way, but it seemed he was wrong. You brought out all those feelings, made him believe in true love, believe in the impossible. ”I kissed you two years ago today at this exact moment,” he said softly, shaking his head as he remembered. You trembled in his arms as his mouth met yours and he knew right then that he would never kiss anyone else for the rest of his life. How could he when you have completed him so fully he couldn’t breathe without you? “You remembered,” you whispered, eyes tender on his face as you closed your book. You had looked at him like the first time you saw him and he knew he was done for. He had fallen for your eyes and you didn’t even know him yet: but each time you looked at him, he still felt the earth tilt on it’s axis like he did that very first day he saw you. “Like I could forget the best moment of my life,” he chuckled. “So come here,” he held out his hands to you and you stood up, the first few strums of a guitar filling the room as soon as you joined hands. He swayed with you, his body pressed against your body keeping you safe and warm. He was your safety, he was your best friend and he was everything you could have ever wanted.
Louis: “Hurry! Close the door!” You screeched, stumbling into his dark apartment, the last of the wind digging it’s claws into your skin. With a bump of his hip, the door closed and he smiled. His cheeks were flushed from cold, his nose cherry red and his fingers numb. “I can’t feel my fingers,” you shivered, teeth chattering together. He took your hands in his and blew on them, his hot breath washing over your skin. He kept his eyes on yours as his lips rubbed against the tips of your fingers, warming you from the inside out. “Come on, let’s go curl up,” he said with a tilt of his head towards the stairs. You let him tug you up the steps, his apartment a second home to you. He let you wear his clothes, loving how you looked in them and loving that you were utterly his and you two belonged to each other in every sense of the word. He loved watching you curl under his covers, eyes peeking out as you waited for him to join you. And suddenly he saw you both when you were 30, wedding rings on both your fingers. He saw you when you were 40, curling up with your kids when they had bad dreams. He saw you both at 60, age lines on your face but you would still be just as beautiful to him then as you are now. He saw you at 80, a whole life time of memories made together and he knew he didn’t want anything else for the rest of his life. He slid into bed with you and pulled you into his arms. “My nose is so cold,” you squeaked, pressing into his chest. He grinned, letting his nose bump against yours, that soft, boyish smile on his lips that you loved so much. He was made to keep your body warm, he thought as his fingers tangled in your hair. It was like you two had been carved out for each other, every inch of you fitting into every inch of him. “I’ll keep you warm,” he promised. Your hands ran up his chest and then down his back, loving the feel of his skin under your hands. “For the rest of your life, I can promise you that you’ll never be cold.” He pressed his lips to yours, lost in the warmth of your arms and the warmth of your heart.
