Me and Niall, Niall and me. It had been 3 weeks since Niall confessed his love for me and asked me out. I couldn't resist. I had to accept. I loved him. To the moon and back.
Already, we had been on several dates.
*2 weeks ago*
"Hun, you look stunning!" Niall winked; his Irish accent was so strong, as was he...
"Not as good as you, handsome." I cheekily replied. At the lakeside, as the bright moon shone onto the clear pool of water and the trimmed grass waved about with the apple trees, dancing; Niall sang. Best of all, he sang to me. It wasn't a real song and he kept stammering after, "Sorry, t-that was t-terrible". I have never disagreed with someone so much in my life.
That is why Niall is going to the X factor. After a lot of moaning and complaining, Niall agreed to go.
"If my ass gets kicked off straight away, i'll never forgive you." He joked. I pretended to look hurt. "Oh shut up!" He said. "I never eve-" I was interupted. By a kiss. Niall was kissing me. His lips tasted of the Nandos he'd been gobbling down. But mine probably did as well- so I didn't mind. I could feel him smiling, wrapping his arms around my waist; I ran my fingers through his hair and traced them down his spine. The kiss was so passionate, so unforgettable; I guess I got caught in the moment as Niall yanked away, clutching his throat, breathing quickly.
"Whoops." I giggled. Niall gave me a look as if to say- 'you could've killed me- but that's ok'. I just kept laughing more and more. Eventually he got his breath back. "Imma crash- coming?"
"Yeah ok." We both went upstairs- flopping down on the new double bed we've been saving up for.
Note: Crash= sleep.
Author's note: (Don't worry, I will stop doing these.)
Hey! I just wanted to say thank you to the people who have read and liked this. It makes me smile. Also, I started an Instagram: @Artist.of.madness
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