The final punk series preference

Harry: You're leaning against the doorframe of Harry's new office in the home he'd purchased; you'd purchased. The home you'd both purchased. It all seemed so surreal that your life had come to this, buying a home together. A home big enough to grow into, at least that was what Harry had said when you'd questioned why such a big farm house. "It won't always be just the two of us," he had said easily enough, barely glancing back to you from the window of the living room that would one day be yours. You had smiled at his words, pink painted lips pulling up before you'd had to bite the inside of your thumb so he wouldn't notice. The home was secluded enough, pushed back amongst the trees of farmland long ago unused. Harry had no desire to start it back up again but had expressed an interest in purchasing horses one day when it wasn't just the two of you anymore. "I can't believe we did it," Harry said from behind you, brushing past you with a kiss to your shoulder to present a framed copy of the lease you'd both signed ensuring the home belong to both of you and not just Harry. You stood back, arms crossed loosely across your chest, as Harry hung it over his old and worn desk that had belonged to his grandfather once upon a time. "Come on, I want to show you the plans," Harry said with a bright smile, running his fingers through his day old haircut to push the rain-wet curls off his forehead. Allowing him to lead you back through the house towards the front door, you admired him dressed in a pair of Nike running pants, bright orange trainers, and grey hoodie; so casual for such a big moment. But, that was Harry; casual and laid back despite the circumstances surrounding him. "I know how you love white so I figured we could do white couches and chairs in the living room, maybe white side tables or whatever they are," Harry explained, taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together like your hands were one. You bypassed the iron railing of the stairs and glanced up at the open hallway above that you found it easy to imagine children running around before barreling down the stairs and towards the kitchen around the corner. "You could have a garden out back with flowers and we could use them to break up the white," Harry continued, pulling you into the white kitchen with silver glass backsplash and you smiled as you listened to him explain everything you'd ever wanted. A casual dining set in the back of the kitchen in front of the glass alcove overlooking the back yard, a mud room leading out to the covered pathway connecting the house to the garage. Everything Harry explained were exact replicas of your "Farm House Living" Pinterest board and that was something Harry would only know if he did his research. At the other end of the downstairs would be your master bedroom with a connected master bath. All white and grey, of course. "I want to reconfigure the kids rooms so they each have their own bathroom, if we have to hear them complaining about sharing I think we'd go crazy," Harry explained, pulling you into a room that would one day house one of your children. "Hopefully, he'll like pirates... well, if he doesn't I guess it doesn't matter since we'll be the ones decorating his room," Harry comments off hand, glancing around at the room and you can't stop yourself from lifting up on your toes to press a kiss to his moving lips. "What was that for?" He questioned, leaning back slightly with his eyes still closed before they fluttered open and you smiled. "The fact that you're thinking of children," you assure him, leaning into his open embrace and he smiled against the side of your head. "I got this blank space on my forearm for a reason," he explained, pushing the sleeve of his hoodie up to reveal the blank space in the midst of swirling black ink and then he shrugged. "I wanted to be able to see any artwork dedicated to my kids," he explained and you let a few tears slip down your cheeks. "You are so much more than the man I thought you were that day at Harrods," you say with a watery smile, burying your face in his shoulder and Harry tightens his hold on your hips. "Am I finally your Italian leather and Saturday's on the lake guy?" Harry teased, pressing a kiss to your jaw and you sighed. "You're my guy, tattoos and piercings and all and I wouldn't want you any other way," you whispered against his smiling lips and Harry sealed your words with a kiss. "That's all I've ever wanted," he whispered, staring into eyes that had always held his future and with this house, you were starting it together.

Liam: "I look like a big fat blackberry," you complained, turning to your left and then your right before you let out a loud, frustrated sigh. "I hate this... I hate you, that's a lie but still," you mumbled, staring down at the swollen stomach blocking your view of your feet. "I didn't mean it, promise," you assure the swell, running swollen fingers over the material of your black dress and sigh. "You're kind of cool I guess, although I have no idea why people say pregnancy is such a beautiful thing. I've look like a big, hot mess the whole time and I think people are afraid I'm gonna topple over by the end of this nine months," you explained to your unborn child, looking up in the mirror when you heard a chuckle from the doorway. "Talking to the gingerbread man again?" Liam questioned, rolling up the sleeves to his crisp white button down and you smiled at the sight of his tattoos on full display. "Well, I might have said I hated it but I was clearly talking to stretched out skin and not the gingerbread man so I wanted to clarify," you explained with a smile, turning to lean your hip against the sink of your vanity and Liam grinned. His hands reached for your stomach, cradling the sides of your pregnancy before smoothing over the top with his fingers brushing the undersides of your covered breasts and he grinned. "I'm sure he understands how difficult it is for you to be carrying an award winning pumpkin around," he teased, leaning forward to press a kiss to your pouting lips. "I look like a huge blackberry," you complained, gazing up at Liam and from the look in his eyes you knew that was not how he'd describe you. In the seven months of your pregnancy, all Liam had done was praise you and shower you with love and gratitude at the rounding of your stomach. Pregnancy with Liam at your side wasn't so bad, in the grand scheme of things. "You look lovely and pregnant and I've never loved you more," Liam assured you, cradling your face with his hands before bending to press a loved kiss to your lips. "Why do you have to be so perfect?" You questioned aloud, leaning back and huffing as Liam lifted you to put you on the counter top. He shrugged before dropping to his knee and reaching for a swollen foot. "I hate it when you do that," nodding to his fingers rubbing out the soreness in your feet while trying to resist the urge to kick him in the feet. "Being pregnant does not allow for your weird aversion to feet, not when they look like little fat chicken cutlets," he teased, tugging on your foot when you tried to jerk it free but he settled for you kicking him in the chest. "Ew gross, touch them but don't kiss them... you freak," you mumbled out with a disgusted curl of your upper lip while Liam chuckled. "Come along mommy, time to go to Louis's charity thing," Liam said a few minutes later, helping you back to the memory foam bath mat before providing a steady shoulder for you to hold while slipping into your heels. "He better have good food, I'm starving," you complained, keeping close to Liam as he lead you through the crowd towards the table Louis had reserved for him and his friends. "Come dance with me," Liam said, helping you from your seat to lead you towards the crowded dance floor despite your protests and complaints about your feet hurting. "Just dance with your baby daddy," Liam teased against your ear, holding your right hand against his heart while pressing a kiss to the swollen fingers of your left hand. "You're more than my baby daddy and you know it," you sigh against his neck, pressing a kiss to the ink swirling up beneath his ear. "Finally more than old leather and black coffee?" He teased with a chuckle and you pulled away to stare at him, eyes searching his and then Liam was quite. "Old leather reminds me of home," you said simply, only loud enough for Liam's ears only and he pulled you closer until your stomach prevented you from being closer. "I love you," Liam whispered between the space between you and you smiled softly at him. "I love you, even with your black coffee," you sighed, tipping your head back when Liam pressed his lips to yours gently. The kick against your stomach and against his let you both know you weren't alone and in just a few months would be forever bound together through the love of a child.

Niall: You leaned back in your chair, glancing out at the people conversing before you. It had been a busy day, wedding days usually were Niall had said. Niall was making his way around the two long tables your wedding guests were seated at, making sure to speak with everyone and thank them for attending but he was mostly talking to the people he knew. He'd removed his grey suit jacket some time ago and left it on the back of his chair beside you, opting to undo the top button of his white button down and roll the sleeves up to beat the warm sun that had started to set. The tea lights above you had been plugged in not but a few minutes ago, lighting up the white lilies and silver vases lined up down the tables and reflecting off the crushed metallic colored table clothes. You drummed your fingers against the table as Niall made his way back towards you, the bright smile he'd had on since seeing you coming down the aisle still plastered across his face. "Wife," Niall drawled out, bending down to press a kiss to lipstick he'd basically wiped off due to his constants kisses. There was a wedding picture somewhere on the photographer's camera of you swiping your thumb over his lips to remove the pink stain and Niall had gazed at you with more love than you thought possible of one person. "Husband, is everyone having a good time?" You questioned, leaning into him as a light breeze rustled the trees above and Niall nodded. "You know, I'm glad we did this your way. Otherwise, it'd just be in some pub somewhere and everyone would be too drunk to dance or get home," Niall said, almost too seriously and you searched the side of his face trying to decide if he actually was serious. "Seriously," Niall answered for you, turning to press another kiss to your lips and you rolled your eyes with a giggle. He lifted your left hand off his forearm towards his lips, pressing a kiss to the peach champagne sapphire circle diamond ring with matching encrusted wedding band and you sighed as your fingers fanned out across his cheek before leaning into his lips for your own kiss. "Let's dance," Niall suggested, standing to offer you his hand and you smiled. "They haven't announced that it's time for our first dance," you reminded him but he shrugged, collar of his button down pulling slightly with the movement to reveal the black ink against his chest. "Who gives a fuck, it's our wedding," he deadpanned, eyes challenging you to break tradition and you took a moment to admire him beneath the lights. His blonde hair was mussed from its earlier quiff, strands sticking up and disheveled but he'd never looked more handsome. "Alright," you finally agreed softly, sliding your fingertips into his palm before he pulls you to stand at his side. Liam had noticed the two of you making your ways towards the dance floor and he jumped from his seat to rush towards the DJ booth. With just a few clicks he was ready to play your wedding song but with a glance from Niall, Liam put the microphone down but instead watched the two of you. The chords to "The Lonely Hour" began to play, Sam Smith's melodic voice washing over the crowd as Niall spun you into his arms and held you close. He didn't care if anyone saw your first dance for in that moment it was just the two of you. The fingers of his right hand danced against the flower embroidered chiffon of your wedding gown, tapping against the low back of your gown before he spun you away from him to gaze at the material of the bottom of your gown swish against your legs. The whole gown was virgin white, embroidered with handmade flower buds at the fitted bust of your gown before the flower bloomed into full flowers on the vine flowing down the full chiffon skirt of your gown. The light reflected against the crystals dusting your gown and Niall was enchanted at the vision of you spinning into his arms, hair pulled into a loose bun at the nape of your neck. The excitement of the day had caused a few strands to come loose and hang around your face and to Niall, you'd never looked more at peace. "Not so arrogant anymore," you mumbled against his cheek and Niall pulled away to stare at your with a questioned tilt of his head. "When I saw you at the grocery store that day, I told you you were arrogance and motor oil and that was why we'd never work out," you explained, holding tight when he went to spin you again. "I was wrong, so wrong," you whispered softly, tears filling your eyes at the completeness of your heart in that moment. "You were always perfect for me, I needed you even then but I just didn't know it," you assured him, rising up on the balls of your nude heals to press your lips to his. "Love, we were always going to end up together. I knew you were it from that first moment. I might have royally fucked it up there for a minute but even then... I knew this was our future, that one day you'd be dressed in white and you'd have gotten me in some god awful suit for this but I always knew," Niall assured you, the scent of the expensive white wine you'd ordered for the day laced with the mint of his toothpaste as his breath fanned across your face with his words. "You'd have made it to me one day, you were designed for me," Niall recited against your ear and you smiled as the song ended, tears streaking down your cheeks at the realization of the wide expanse of his love. The sound of clapping faded out around you as Niall dipped you in his arms, fingers tight against your hips as he pressed his lips to yours. "I love you," he whispered once he'd swung you back upright and into his arms and you chuckled at his words. "Can't you tell Niall, I've always loved you even when I didn't," you assured, squeezing his fingers as he led you back towards your table and he kissed your wedding rings again, the silver of his own wedding band glinting under the light. ​

Louis: "Last match of the season," he says, nudging you with his hip. You smile up at him, as he looks out onto the pitch as the players run past the two of you after warm-ups. "Are you ready for it?" You question, keeping your gaze still on him. He looks down at you and smiles. "I'll be right back, love. I want to have a word with the guys," he explains, stepping away from his position on the sideline to disappear into the tunnel. "Old Trafford!!" You hear coming across the loud speakers as two large screens unfold on either side of the stadium. You look up to see your boyfriend projected on the screen on both sides of you and a smile forms across you face. "Alright ladies and lads, before we get this final match of the season going, I just wanted let you in on some things," he begins, as he shows himself in the center of the pitch. Your eyes fix on him as he continues. "As you all are aware of I'm sure, I have been here for several years and my love for this club is indescribable. You all have changed my life and for that I am forever grateful. However, there is only one person here that has had the ultimate influence on my life and I would like to tell you about this person." He pauses, looking directly at you before continuing, "I met this person here, well actually over there," he tells the attentive crowd as he points over to the section where the two of you had first met. "You see I like to sit in the stands sometimes with the fans during the matches as you know and on this particular day I can say for sure that I made the life changing decision to sit in the stands." Your eyes begin to water up as he continues. "I will admit that I'm not the most approachable guy," he says, addressing the ink covering his body. "And this person made me very much aware of that on this first encounter." You can't help but chuckle as you remember turning down any hope of a conversation at your first meeting in the stands of this place that now seemed like a second home. "In fact they actually got up and left," he reveals, allowing the crowd to laugh at your actions before continuing. "But after that I knew without a doubt we were meant to be together. You should have seen their face when I showed up at the football shop they worked at. Thanks Alexis for that," he says pointing off behind you causing you to turn around to see your best friend who had been sitting with you the first day you met Louis. She comes over with a smile and wraps her arms around you as Louis begins again. "I will admit I was in there every day trying to get them to go out with me, and I failed many times, but eventually they agreed." He pauses as he makes his way over to you, your friend removing her arms and stepping aside so he can approach only you. He stops less than a foot from you and as he kneels down in front of you, in front of everyone, he begins the most important part of his speech. "So now we're here, on this last day of the season, and you just asked me a few moments ago if I was ready, and love, let me tell you, I'm ready. I'm ready to continue spending my life with the one person I know I'm meant to be with. I'm ready for you to continue blessing my life every morning when I wake up and you're beside me. I ready to make this my life, forever. So (Y/F/N) will you make me the happiest and luckiest man in the world by allowing me to be your husband? Will you marry me?" You stare at him in shock, not expecting anything like this to come out of him, especially in this setting. Marriage was never an option. You close your eyes to try and clear your vision but opening them only reminds you of the tears you were still shedding. These silent moments of yours feel like days for Louis. He continues to look up at you with a smile, and you cannot help but smile back. Your head begins to nod as you manage to get a "Yes" through all of your emotions. The crowd, teams, coaches, and staff begin to cheer with elated happiness as Louis leaps up from his knee, latching his arms around your waist, spinning you around with excitement. His lips press emotional kisses to yours as he lets you back down to the ground. "I know we never really talked about getting married," he starts as he places the 18 carat diamond on our finger, "but I just can't go any longer without you having my last name. I need you more than you will ever know and I hope this showed you in the very least how special you are to me. I wanted everyone to know how much you mean to me." You wipe the tears from your eyes as your arms wrap around his neck. "You are my everything," you begin, your words only reaching his ear, "thank you so much for being so stubborn." "I was never going to give up on you, or us," he reminds you before pulling back and reaching to his back pocket. You step back to wipe your eyes once more as he hands you two glossed pieces of paper. You look down, laugh, and smile. He had handed you two tickets to the night's match in the same seats the two of you had been sitting in on that first day. "I had to," he says with a smile, taking your hand as he waves to the crowed before escorting you to the tunnel to go take your seats for the match.

Zayn: You say goodbye to your roommate and Sophie for the final time, hugging them both tightly before leaving the house you had all shared for the last two years. You knew Sophie was in good hands and that she would be joining you soon enough. The taxi, sitting outside, held Zayn and his final bit of luggage in the back. He gets out as you approach to help with your bags as you take your seat in the taxi. "I'm going to need coffee once we get to the airport," you tell Zayn once he's back in the taxi beside you. "Noted," he counters with a laugh. He hands you his passport, knowing you were the more responsible one, as the taxi heads off to the airport. "How long is this flight again?" He asks for probably the fourth time in the last few days. "About seven," you answer, laying your head on his shoulder. "You're not nervous about this are you?" You inquire, hoping it wasn't the case. "No," he responds assuring you that your question was not necessary. The two of you were heading to New York, permanently. You knew Zayn's art career would do wonders in the States even though the move was not his idea. The demand for his work was falling in the UK and it showed in his attitude. You caught on rather quickly and knew a major change needed to happen in his life and your relationship. You had suggested moving to New York a few months ago and he had been a little concerned at the beginning. "What about your job?" He had asked almost immediately after your suggestion. "Sarah and I have already discussed it and she said I could easily work from a home office," you had told him to ease his concern. The cab slowly pulls up to the drop off lane and the two of you exit, getting your bags from the back and entering the airport. After checking in, handing the man at the kiosk both passports, you find your coffee and Zayn finds a place at the terminal gate for the two of you to sit. "Would you ever imagine that you and I would be in this place right now?" You ask him, handing him the breakfast sandwich you had gotten him at the coffee shop. "The airport, or moving?" He questions cheekily. You smile at him and chuckle at his response. "I wouldn't do it with any other person," he remarks, before taking a bite of his breakfast. Taking a sip of your coffee you settle in next to him to wait out the next hour before your plane takes off. "At this time we would like to invite the Sky Team members and those traveling in business class to now make your way to the gate, please had you ticket and passport in hand," the woman at the gate desk announces an hour later. "That's us," you say, getting up from your seat and pulling your carry-on over your shoulder. "No it isn't," Zayn remarks, not getting up from his seat. "You haven't even looked at the tickets," you say, waving them in front of his face, "get up, let's go." "Business class, aren't we fancy," he mocks as he pulls his carry-on from under his seat. Your boss Sarah had been the one to provide the first class seating for your move to the States, she was so sure that the two of you would love the city that she insisted on being a part of your travels in some way, and this generous gesture was what she had come up with. She had also been the driving force in getting the office together to pay for the shipment of your things as well as Zayn's to be shipped over a few weeks prior to the apartment you had already rented. As you settle in beside him in the bed-like seats provided by the airline you catch him starring at you from across the divider. "What?" You inquire of his actions. "No," he answers. "No, what?" You counter with slight confusion. "No, that's the answer to your question. No, I never imagined you and I would ever be in this situation." You smile at his response, sitting up to be able to see him better across the divider. "People like us aren't meant to be together, yet we found a way. You found a way to accept me for who I am, even after I interrupted your walk every day...on purpose. I let my emotions get the best of me sometimes but you were always behind me when I needed you. I love you and I mean it when I say I would not want to do this with any other person." You allow tears to form in your eyes and quickly wipe them away once they begin to fall. "I love you so much Zayn," you tell him, shaking your head in disbelief at the honesty he had just presented you with. He reaches over the divider and presses a kiss to your forehead before the attendant comes around to provide you with the papers you will need to start the next chapter of your life together.