One Direction Preferences

35. Spontaneous Proposal

*The Boy’s P.O.V.*

Liam: “How long?” she dared to ask, fingernails digging deep into my pale palms. Breath uneven, awaiting an answer from the doctor, my gaze left the ground, focusing on him. Five, ten, at least fifteen years, please. I couldn’t stand to lose her but if I had to, please just not for a while. With a sigh, the doctor bit his lip and sighed “A year if you’re lucky.” my heart sank, as Y/N’s breath almost stopped. “A year?!” I ask angrily. Surely there could be more time. Time somewhere with some kind of treatment. I needed more time. There were still so many things I needed to do with Y/N, we had never taken a trip anywhere, or talked about kids, and I still hadn’t mustered up the courage to as her to marry me. Her soft sobs shook me from my thoughts, arms automatically wrapping around her. Taking her home, neither of us spoke. As she flopped down on the couch, I sat beside her, taking her hand. “Hey.” my voice scratchy. “Please, Liam, I don’t feel like playing games.” she sniffles.”I’m not trying to play games.” I say, wiping her cheeks. “What are we going to do?” she asks, sad eyes, quivering lip looking up at me. Tears sting my eyes as I look, search my brain, desperate for anything to give her some ease. That I wasn’t going anywhere, that even after and I prayed it wouldn’t be until after me, even after she did pass away, I would still be with her. Her eyes, stared, and I stammered out “Marry me.” “What?” she asks, brows frowning. “Marry me. We can go do it now, go to Vegas or something, just marry me.” I smile, down on both of my knees. “Really?” she smiles, wiping her eyes. “Really.” I nod, taking her hand, pressing a small kiss to it. “What do you think?” I ask, and she nods. “Let’s get married.” Standing up, spinning her in my arms, she squeals “Now let’s go get a ring eh?” I ask, and she nods, leading me out the door.

Niall: “Niall, Niall, NIall.” she said, poking my cheek with each sputter of my name. Gripping my phone in my hands, I retort. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/n.” She gives me a playful smack on the arm, and I sigh asking “Yes, how can I help you?” She shrugs and sighs “I’m bored, and all you’re doing is playing on twitter.” I chuckle, turning my phone off. “I’m all yours.” I smirk, running my hand up her thigh. Pushing my lips to hers I get to bite her bottom lip before she pushes me away. “I don’t need that kind of entertainment Horan.” she says cockily. “Well, then I don’t know what you want.” I laugh sadly. She pouts, laying back dramatically. Be spontaneous.” She groans, tossing her legs over my lap. Shoving my phone in my pocket, i grab her legs, and start to tickle them “Like this?” I ask laughing just as much as she is as pure happiness and laughter washes over her. “N- no!” she yells, trying to push my hands away. “Like this?” I ask, standing her up, pulling her into my chest. She giggles, resting her fingers over my shoulders. “Maybe something a bit more?” she asks quietly, and I smile, knowing the perfect thing. “Let’s go get married.” I smile, watching as her face goes from calm and relaxed to shocked and a bit scared in a matter of seconds. “What?!” she asks, unbelieving. “Let’s go get married. It’s spontaneous ” I laugh and she nods, taking a deep breath. “Very spontaneous.” I frown, grabbing her chin “Hey, I was merely trying to get rid of your boredom, and I love you, so what the hell?” I smile and she nods “Marry me Niall. I want to be the next Mrs. Horan.”

Louis: I watched as pain washed over her face again. “Contraction?” I ask, offering her my hand. She glares at me, snarling “No Louis, it’s not a fucking contraction, someone is just kicking the inside of my uterus very hard!” I stifle a laugh. Even when she was in pain she was amazing. groaning again, she attempts to flip sides, rubbing her stomach trying anything to get comfortable. “I love you.” I say, placing my hand on top of hers, rubbing for her. She sighs, eyes closed tightly. “I love you too.” Beeping machines fill the room now as we sit there in silence, painful whimpers escaping her lips every few minutes. “You know after he’s born, I’m going to marry you.” She grips my hand, biting her lip. “Y- you’re just saying that cause we have a baby now. Well almost have a baby.” Chuckling my head shakes slowly. “No, I really do want to marry you. And I’m asking you now, will you marry me?” She gasps, the machine screaming, this being the biggest one yet. “Is that a yes?” I chuckle, as she slaps my side. “Yes.” she whimpers, as I press firm kisses to her head. She turns into my chest, as the machines fill the room as silence and whimpers are all that remain again.

Harry: I watched as she grabbed her bag from under the bed. The classic “I’m leaving and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. I wasn’t going to, because she wouldn’t leave. At least I was hoping that she wouldn’t. She sniffles almost silently as she folds her shirts and pants neatly, glancing over to me every so often. “Do you mind?” she spits, obviously still angry from our fight. “Sure.” I say unfolding my arms holding them up defensively. I walk down the stiars, and stand at the counter, waiting for her to come down. To see if she was going to stay or not. A few minutes passed by, shuffling easily made put from the bedroom, until it came down the stairs. “Goodbye Harry.” she says flatly, tying her hair up. My worst fears had come true. Giving her time hand’t helped me, it had just made things worse. “Baby.” I murmur, standing straight from the counter, grabbing her shoulder. She shakes me off, heading for the door. “Look, you’re not going to make this better, it’s just easier for the both of us to go our separate ways, since you aren’t willing to try and make things work.” “I want to make things work.” I say, slipping in between her and the door. “It doesn’t seem like it.” she snarls, trying to reach the door handle, but I grab her hand just as she begins to turn it. ” I want to. You have no idea how much it’s going to destroy me if you open this door, and walk down those steps.” she rolls her eyes. “I’ve heard that one before Harry, and yet here we are again.” she whispers, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “I love you.” I murmur, eyes screaming for hers to look at me. “Prove it.” she says, lifting her head up, looking at me. Shock. How was I supposed to do that? “Marry me.” I blurt out, that the only think I can think of. “Really?” she asks, biting her lip. Nodding, I drop to one knee brushing some hair from my face. “Please marry me Y/N, I don’t want to be without you, and this way, we’re each other’s forever.” She thinks for a minute before letting her hand slide off the doorknob, pulling me up, handing me her bag. “Unpack that for me?” she whispers as I pull her to me, kissing her lips “Happy to babe, happy to.”

Zayn: Up and down. Up and down. Her chest went up and down, the only thing I was focused on. “Breathe baby, breathe.” I murmur into her hand, which was pressed to my lips. Her eyes opened a bit hearing my voice. Swearing softly, I give her a weak smile, as she tries to squeeze my hand. “Hey baby.” She smiles, trying to sit up. Pushing her down, and lifting her bed forward a bit I murmur “Hey baby girl, how do you feel?” She nods, eyes tired, voice a bit weak. “Good to go. Let’s get going.” she laughs, coughing as she does. Doctors said she could go at anytime now, so I was basically waiting for her to stop, for her chest to stop moving up and down, up and down. She smiles, running her thumb across my cheek. “So what are you going to do today?” she asks, pulling her blanket’s closer to her. Smiling, I crawl in next to her, I whisper in her ear “I’m marrying the most beautiful girl.” She bites her lip and questions “Couldn’t wait until I was gone eh?” Tensing up, I hug her tightly “Please Y/N, please don’t say that.” She sighs, sniffling “We both know it’s coming, might as well have some fun while we can.” I nod, “So you’ll marry me then?” She laughs “That’s no fun.” Nodding, I take her hand and press gentle kisses to it. “It’s very fun. Don’t you want to be Mrs Malik?” This time she tenses up “More than anything.” the only whisper filling the room. “So marry me. We’ll get out of here for a day, and then we can just get married, and never look back, and we’ll just be happy. Please?” I beg, forcing a weak smile as she bites back tears. “Alright.” she breathes, hugging me tightly. “I- I’m going to go get a ring and then…” but she stops me, grabbing a string from my shirt. “No time.” she smiles. Nodding, I tie the string around her ring finger, kissing her forehead, then her lips softly. “I love you Mrs. Malik.” “I love you too Mr. Malik.” she giggles, before laying back down. “Sleep darling.” I soothe and she nods, closing her eyes, and I grab her hand again, reminding her to breathe just like before.

A/N: Don’t hate me because Liam and Zayn’s are sad ok….