Perfectly True ~ Niall Horan story

ten

VOTE AND COMMENT!
ily all <3

L I L L I A N N A

A series of loud gasps commence.

Niall and I stare out at the large, extravagant crowd who are all focusing on us, their wandering eyes unapologetically travelling and their heads so fiercely turned in our direction that they resemble night owls.

"Everyone is staring at us," I whisper nervously to Niall, turning my head to face him and that's when I realise that he has only been looking at me the entire time.

"No, they are staring at you princess," Niall corrects with a charming smile, delicately removing a stray hair from my face and I can't help but melt under his touch.

Niall takes my hand and helps me lift my huge gown out of the elevator, leading me to the top of the golden staircase that overlooks the entire ballroom that is beautifully decorated in shades of gold and white.

The entire ballroom is filled with people dressed in elegant attire, the ladies ballgowns shimmering in the light as they melodically sweep across the floor and the men's suits aiding in creating a distinguished atmosphere that is further fuelled by the incredible orchestra of musicians who are losing themselves in the lull of the ballroom music.

"Mr Niall Horan and Mrs Lillianna Horan," a man announces loudly as we finally reach the edge of the golden, descending staircase that leads to the ballroom floor.

I smile bashfully as Niall begins to confidently lead us down the marbled staircase, his strong hand never leaving mine and I smile warmly at him when I notice that he still can't seem to pull his eye focus from me.

We are guided to a corner to get photographed, his hand immediately wrapping around my waist and pulling me in closer as the camera continuously flashes.

I hear him chuckle to himself and before I can react he instantly begins to tickle my side, causing me to giggle furiously and squirm further into his embrace. He laughs alongside me and fondly kisses my nose as we are escorted further into the large ballroom.

"Ni, look! Look at the cellos!" I beam excitedly as we walk hand in hand, smiling politely at the gawking crowds.

"I'm still on the hunt for some sort of cake that isn't carrot cake," Niall jokes in a hushed tone, his shoulders rising as he giggles in my ear.

I look up at the decorated, ballroom ceiling that is traditionally painted with heavenly images of angels and harp-playing cherubs, spinning slightly in amazement as I try and catch a glance of every speck of glitter in the room.

I hear somebody greet Niall and for a second his hand slips from mine, my focus still remaining on the painted ceiling above until I feel a hard object slam into my back and I immediately jolt forward in shock.

"S-Sorry, I'm so sorry-"

I immediately turn around to apologise until I am face to face with Richard glaring back, his beady eyes completely unimpressed and his sweaty forehead glistening grotesquely in the light.

"You are late." His harsh tone takes me by surprise even though I should be completely accustomed to it by now.

"And you are still an asshole," I quickly reply, smiling brightly despite my harsh tone until I feel Niall's hand immediately slip back into mine and I feel his hand protectively placed on the dip of my waist.