How Could I Decide?

I want to be with you. Every second. Every minute. Every hour. Every day or your life. I want to tell you if only I had the courage...and I don't know if you feel the same. But all I know is that I'm going to be your Mrs. It's my mission, goal and journey I'm willing to accept.

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30. A week later...

*a week later*

A week later my bruises and wounds had almost healed and I was at home. No not home home. Recently I moved into a huge house with Niall. My friends were still living at my old 'house'. Our house was huge now! We even had freaking security with large gates leading into the driveway! I guess all the boys houses were like this because...they were celebrities after all. Niall never left my bloody side as well! It was adorable he wanted to protect me but...this was too much.

'Um...Niall?' I said as he sat back down with me on the couch as we watched Finding Nemo.

'Yes princess? Does it hurt? Whats wro-'

'Niall I'm fine! I'm fine! I just want to ask...'

'Anything princess!'

I asked him this again and again throughout the week. He either kissed me or changed the subject. But I wanted to know the answer straight.

'Nialler...'

He was staring me in the eyes with his hands around me.

'This is the last time I'll say this...okay? And I want an answer.'

He gave a nod, smiling.

'When I was in hospital you said 'i know it's not really the most romantic place for this and it's been a hard  time for both of us. I love you. Since the prom when we were only 16. I'll never stop loving you...ever! But...'...What does that mean Niall? Please?'

He gave a sigh and frowned.

'I guess I should have told you this...or showed you this earlier. You're gonna hate this...I bet you.'

'Nie...? Please! I promise!'

'You...promise?'

'Yes, I promise!' I kissed him, telling him I meant it.

'Ok...here goes...' He said letting go of me and scrolled his jackets sleeves up.

I looked confused at him but then, my eyes saw it.

 

 

 

He got a...a...

 

 

 

Tattoo.

What?!

He...no...it's not real is it? 

He swore on his life to his family...even his last words to his grandma...his mum...his dad...his brother...

Why?

 

 

 

I traced my finger on it and...it was real. He did this...because...

 

 

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