You and the boys are very close friends. You've enjoyed a long day with them trotting through London and enjoying one another's company. You especially enjoyed Niall's company.
You had a monsterous crush on Niall, but had no intent of showing it. You figured Niall would never go for a commoner like you when he has thousands of the hottest/sexiest models, actresses, singers, etc throwing themselves at him. It hurt seeing him flirting with so many other girls and every rumor felt like a punch in the gut, but you loved Niall and wanted him to be happy in the end, whether he was with you or someone else.
After such a long day with the energetic 5-some that you decided to go home. You hug them all goodnight and as your shutting the door behind you, you can hear them all talking to Niall.
"Niall is everything set?"
"Are you ready?"
"What's your plan exactly?"
"Are you going to tell (Y/N) you love her??"
"...and not back out of it this time??"
Your mouth drops to the floor in shock and as badly as you wanted to stay you heard Niall say,
"Everything's in place, lads! I'm gonna head home so I can double check on a few things and try to get over to (Y/N)'s flat before she goes to sleep."
You sprint as fast as you can out of the hallway, down the flight of stairs, and in a cab to your house.
You quickly throw your hair in a messy bun, stand in a hot, steamy shower, and put on baby oil so your skin will look dewy and glow, as well as smell good.
Then you throw on your cutest pajamas: a solid, white, spaghetti strap top with baby pink, boxer shorts.
Just moments after you refresh your makeup you hear a knock on your door. You look through the peephole and see it is, indeed, Niall.
You open the door to his bright, shining, sweet, adorable blue eyes and perfect smile. His eyes dialated as he slightly raised his eyebrows at you.
"H-Hey (Y/N)..! Uhm, I was wondering if uhm..."
He seemed very distracted, obviously by you. As he tried to get his sentence out his eyes slowly made their way from the ground all the way up your body. When he looked into your eyes he quickly looked down..at your chest. Embarassed he quickly looked to the side and chuckled and said,
"Ughh! Sorry! Uhm.. Anyways, I was wondering if you uh.. had plans for New Year's Eve..?"
You couldn't stop smiling. He was so cute and obviously felt very bad for being so obvious at just how much he admired your body.
"No, I don't have any plans... Would you like to come in?" You say to him.
"Yeah! Thanks!!"
The two of you go and sit on the couch. Niall sits very close to you, taking in every inch of your body and admiring his perfect view down your shirt as he talked to you.
"So the reason I've come here is because I wanted to ask if you'd like to accompany me on a trip to Paris for New Year's Eve.?"
He looked down at the floor as his facial expression showed he was bracing for rejection and disappointment.
You grab Niall's hand and say,
"I'd love that more than anything!"
Niall's eyes shot up to your's as his face began beaming as he said with excitement,
"Really?!?"
"Really!"
"Great!! I'll have a cab pick you up in a couple days and take you to the airport! I'll buy your plane ticket for you so don't worry with it!"
"Niall, I.."
Niall cut you off tilted your chin so you were looking right into his eyes and said,
"(Y/N), this trip is on me. I insist."
You smile at him and nodd your head. He smiles back and silently stares into your eyes. You could've sworn he started to lean in for a kiss when he suddenly sprang to his feet and said,
"I'm so sorry, but I really have to go.! See you soon!!" and rushed out the door.
"Damn..." you whispered under your breath.
"So close..."
