I let out a quiet sigh as I watch Niall, Louis, Liam and Zayn hold up giant signs in your front garden. “Niall and Louis swap, are you guys blind? It says ‘With Prom Me?’” I frown, watching as Niall and Louis swap places.

I nod and turn around, slowly making my way to the front porch. I step foot onto it and I hesitantly knock, hoping that you answer and not your dad or something. I move backwards a little, my posture fixing as I see the hallway light turn on. My heart pounds when I see your shadow through the window of the door. I wish I could just run away now, I feel like I’m proposing to you.

You open the door and you look awfully confused at first, I walk up to you and I grab your hands. The bouquet of tulips forgotten on the floor already. “Be my date to prom?” I ask, my hands sweating in yours. I’m so glad you put up with how gross I can be.