imagine: him asking your father for permission to marry you. [request]
NIALL: his palms are already sweating the moment he begins his walk towards your old family home, so once he's inside and seated opposite your father while your mother arranges tea, he feels as though he's got a lake pooling in his fists. "sir, i'm sure you know exactly what i'm here to ask, so please let me say this before you make a decision. your daughter has changed me in so many ways, for the better, and made me happier than i believe i deserve, and i'm so grateful to have her. she's the only woman i ever want to be with, i want a family with her, i want to grow old with her, i just want her in my life forever. and so i'm asking, with my most humble respects, to please give me permission to marry your beautiful daughter. nothing could make me happier." he can barely hear your father's agreement over the shriek of happiness let out by your mother, as she drops the tea all over the floor in her haste to talk proposal plans.
LOUIS: "sir, we need to talk," louis says quickly before he can talk himself out of it. your father looks up from his computer, a little confused as to why his daughter's boyfriend was standing in his office but waved him on in encouragement. "right, okay," louis begins. "i'm pretty sure you know what i'm about to say, but here goes. i am in love with your daughter, ridiculously so, and i want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with her. no matter what you say to me today, i'm going to marry her because i know, whether you believe it or not, that i make her happy and that she loves me, but it would mean so much to me, and i'm sure to her, if we got your permission to marry." with that out there, louis takes a deep breath, hoping like hell his shaking legs weren't overly obvious as your father considers him for a moment, taking his time just to watch louis squirm. "you have a lot of nerve to address me as you just did," your father says slowly and louis feels his heart sink, "but i like that about you. you have my permission, mr. tomlinson." louis grins to the point his cheeks are hurting and reaches out his hand to shake your father’s. "thank you, sir."
LIAM: "thank you so much for meeting me, sir," liam says politely, trying his best to remain calm as he fiddles with the tie he wore just for this occasion. your father greets him warmly before taking a seat, with liam following suit a beat later. "well, as you know, i've been with your daughter for a few years now and it's fair to say that she's my soul mate. nobody makes me feel the way she does, and i couldn't imagine my life without her. it goes without saying that i love her more than anything, and i'd do anything to keep her from being hurt or sad, because she's my world. and so i asked you here because i wanted your permission to ask her hand in marriage." now that he's said all he can, liam gulps nervously and watches as a grin appears on your fathers face and suddenly he's laughing. "liam, my boy, i was starting to think i'd have to bribe you up that aisle. it would be an honour to have you as my son-in-law, you have my full blessing."
ZAYN: "sir," zayn greeted, holding his hand out for your father to shake, and he hoped he couldn't feel how much his hands were shaking from nerves. "zayn, to what do i owe the pleasure?" your father asks politely, and zayn takes a deep breath, knowing these next few moments counted for everything. "i'm here to talk to you in regards to your daughter. you don't need me to tell you she's perfect, but i'll tell you anyway because she is, in every way possible. she's intelligent and funny and gorgeous, and i will never feel this way about anyone else, i know it. she is my anchor in this life, and you have to know that i'd never do anything to intentionally hurt or upset her. i love her more than i can say, and so i'm asking here today, for the permission to marry her." your father takes in this trembling young man, who had such honest words and an earnest face, and thought back to every moment he'd witnessed you two together before making his decision. "i know you make her very happy, and i know you'll continue to do so. therefore, zayn malik, you have my permission and blessing to wed my daughter." zayn was so thrilled with this that he momentarily forgot who he was speaking with as he threw his arms around your father for a hug.
HARRY: he'd made it this far. he'd tried to remain as calm as possible throughout the lunch, being on his absolute best behaviour, and now that you and your mother had gone inside do the dishes (really you'd both wanted to gossip but they didn't need to know that), he was alone with your father, just like he wanted. he had his speech prepared, he knew what to say, but then he opens his mouth and there's just silence. it takes him a moment, clearing his throat twice, while your father looks on with an amused expression like he knows what's coming next. "sir," harry begins nervously. "there's something i've been wanting to ask for a while and i'm just going to say it. i know you're not my biggest fan and that at first you didn't want me around your daughter, but i hope you've seen over the last few years just how much i love her, and how her happiness means everything to me. and with that, i'd like to ask for your permission to marry your daughter, because she is everything to me." your father is silent for a moment, and harry can barely breathe. "well, we have that in common then. you know, i never was all that keen on you but i think you've just proved yourself to be the right man for my baby girl. permission granted."
NIALL: his palms are already sweating the moment he begins his walk towards your old family home, so once he's inside and seated opposite your father while your mother arranges tea, he feels as though he's got a lake pooling in his fists. "sir, i'm sure you know exactly what i'm here to ask, so please let me say this before you make a decision. your daughter has changed me in so many ways, for the better, and made me happier than i believe i deserve, and i'm so grateful to have her. she's the only woman i ever want to be with, i want a family with her, i want to grow old with her, i just want her in my life forever. and so i'm asking, with my most humble respects, to please give me permission to marry your beautiful daughter. nothing could make me happier." he can barely hear your father's agreement over the shriek of happiness let out by your mother, as she drops the tea all over the floor in her haste to talk proposal plans.
LOUIS: "sir, we need to talk," louis says quickly before he can talk himself out of it. your father looks up from his computer, a little confused as to why his daughter's boyfriend was standing in his office but waved him on in encouragement. "right, okay," louis begins. "i'm pretty sure you know what i'm about to say, but here goes. i am in love with your daughter, ridiculously so, and i want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with her. no matter what you say to me today, i'm going to marry her because i know, whether you believe it or not, that i make her happy and that she loves me, but it would mean so much to me, and i'm sure to her, if we got your permission to marry." with that out there, louis takes a deep breath, hoping like hell his shaking legs weren't overly obvious as your father considers him for a moment, taking his time just to watch louis squirm. "you have a lot of nerve to address me as you just did," your father says slowly and louis feels his heart sink, "but i like that about you. you have my permission, mr. tomlinson." louis grins to the point his cheeks are hurting and reaches out his hand to shake your father’s. "thank you, sir."
LIAM: "thank you so much for meeting me, sir," liam says politely, trying his best to remain calm as he fiddles with the tie he wore just for this occasion. your father greets him warmly before taking a seat, with liam following suit a beat later. "well, as you know, i've been with your daughter for a few years now and it's fair to say that she's my soul mate. nobody makes me feel the way she does, and i couldn't imagine my life without her. it goes without saying that i love her more than anything, and i'd do anything to keep her from being hurt or sad, because she's my world. and so i asked you here because i wanted your permission to ask her hand in marriage." now that he's said all he can, liam gulps nervously and watches as a grin appears on your fathers face and suddenly he's laughing. "liam, my boy, i was starting to think i'd have to bribe you up that aisle. it would be an honour to have you as my son-in-law, you have my full blessing."
ZAYN: "sir," zayn greeted, holding his hand out for your father to shake, and he hoped he couldn't feel how much his hands were shaking from nerves. "zayn, to what do i owe the pleasure?" your father asks politely, and zayn takes a deep breath, knowing these next few moments counted for everything. "i'm here to talk to you in regards to your daughter. you don't need me to tell you she's perfect, but i'll tell you anyway because she is, in every way possible. she's intelligent and funny and gorgeous, and i will never feel this way about anyone else, i know it. she is my anchor in this life, and you have to know that i'd never do anything to intentionally hurt or upset her. i love her more than i can say, and so i'm asking here today, for the permission to marry her." your father takes in this trembling young man, who had such honest words and an earnest face, and thought back to every moment he'd witnessed you two together before making his decision. "i know you make her very happy, and i know you'll continue to do so. therefore, zayn malik, you have my permission and blessing to wed my daughter." zayn was so thrilled with this that he momentarily forgot who he was speaking with as he threw his arms around your father for a hug.
HARRY: he'd made it this far. he'd tried to remain as calm as possible throughout the lunch, being on his absolute best behaviour, and now that you and your mother had gone inside do the dishes (really you'd both wanted to gossip but they didn't need to know that), he was alone with your father, just like he wanted. he had his speech prepared, he knew what to say, but then he opens his mouth and there's just silence. it takes him a moment, clearing his throat twice, while your father looks on with an amused expression like he knows what's coming next. "sir," harry begins nervously. "there's something i've been wanting to ask for a while and i'm just going to say it. i know you're not my biggest fan and that at first you didn't want me around your daughter, but i hope you've seen over the last few years just how much i love her, and how her happiness means everything to me. and with that, i'd like to ask for your permission to marry your daughter, because she is everything to me." your father is silent for a moment, and harry can barely breathe. "well, we have that in common then. you know, i never was all that keen on you but i think you've just proved yourself to be the right man for my baby girl. permission granted."
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