A couple days later it was 2:45pm on New Year's Eve. You and Niall had just left Paris' airport and paparazzi was already starting to follow the car.
Niall looks at you and says,
"(Y/N), it's very important that you remember a few things with the paps. Don't talk to them, don't look at them, and don't, in any way, react to them. Okay?"
"Okay."
Niall shoots you a sweet smile as he grabs your hand and says,
"Good girl!"
You smile back and ask,
"So where are we going?"
"That's a secret." Niall says, winking at you.
About 15 minutes later you arrive at a beautiful restaurant called La Truffiere. It was breath-takingly beautiful and had a very exclusive, personal atmosphere so Niall knew the paparazzi wouldn't be a problem.
"What about our luggage??" You ask Niall. Niall smiles and replies,
"It's being taken to our hotel room as we speak. Don't worry about a thing." He winks at you and takes a sip of his water.
You were very confused, but decided it was easier just to go with the flow.
After a very luxurious lunch Niall takes you to a boutique a few blocks down from the restaurant.
You felt very weird having Paul follow just the two of you, but since you knew him well, it wasn't that bad. The occasional flashing camera through you off the most.
When you reached the door of the boutique there was a security guard standing outside it. He was terrifying. Niall exchanged a few words with him, completely in French, and the man unlocked the door and let Niall, you, and Paul inside before quickly shutting and locking the door.
Suddenly 3 gorgeous women swarmed around you and seemed very friendly, but were speaking only in French. You smiled nervously as Niall spoke with them (He's fluent in French in this imagine).
They all nodded and one loudly called out for a "Madame Kusho".
Niall looked at you and said,
"These wonderful ladies have agreed to help you prepare for a surprise tonight. Madame Kusho speaks fluent english so if you need something talk to her. I have to go check on a few things and get ready, meself. I'll be back at 6:30." He gave you a hug and left with Paul.
Within the next few hours your hair is highlighted, layered, straightened, fluffed, and styled to perfection, your makeup is done by a professional makeup artist who usually works on A to B list celebrities, and you are practically ordered to try on about 75-83 different dress and shoe combinations, all carefully examined by Madame Kusho.
Finally a dress and shoe combo is chosen that makes her smile with satisfaction and approval. She has one of the young women who swarmed you earlier spray you down with an expensive french perfume. Madame Kusho picks out a trench coat and scarf for you.
All of this felt more than bizarre to you because you were so used to the American, middle-class treatment and lifestyle you suddenly felt like a priceless, porcelain doll. But you weren't about to complain.
A few moments later Niall and Paul walk through the door and Madame Kusho has the girls quickly gather up in front of you, hiding you from Niall.
"Is she ready?" he asked Madame Kusho.
"She is." Madame Kusho said as he stepped to the side, motioning in your direction. The girls all stepped aside and revealed you to Niall.
A big smile spread across Niall's face as his eyes lit up. He made his way towards you, took his hands in your's, and said,
"I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life."
You just smiled like an idiot and bit your lip. He held your hand and led you out of the boutique after you both personally thank Madame Kusho for her time and expertise.
"Where are we going now??" You ask Niall.
"You'll see." He replied.
Niall looked so unbelivably sexy. He had on a white button down, collared shirt that was buttoned all the way to the top, a fitted black suit, a black wool coat, and his hair was dark brown, except for the hair that was styled up in his quiff, it was blonde.
The driver took you two to another restaurant called Lapérouse. The restaraunt was very romantic and had a very sexy atmosphere.
After a wonderful dinner and a couple glasses of wine you two head out and set out for your next location.
10 minutes later you and Niall are dropped off 2 blocks from the Eiffel Tower. You walk hand in hand window shopping, wine tasting, food sampling, laughing, talking, playing, flirting... You've never had so much fun in your life and judging by the sparkle in Niall's eyes and the radiant glow from his face, neither had he. You and Niall took a seat on the edge of one of the fountains across the street from the Eiffel Tower and waited for the fireworks to begin.
When the crowd began counting down from 60 Niall said,
"(Y/N), I've fallen head over heels for you. You're beautiful, intelligent, fun, laidback, and different from anyone I've ever met."
He then pulled a jewelry box out of the inside pocket of his coat and opened it, revealing a stunning diamond ring with a solid, silver band.
Your jaw dropped as tears began filling your eyes. You began smiling bigger than ever before and Niall asked,
"Will you be mine?"
Just then the crowd errupted with cheering, laughing, and the loud roar of "Happy New Year".
You could feel a lump forming in your throat as the temptation to cry overcame you. You just nodded your head and giggled.
Niall put the ring on your finger, craddled your face in his big cold hands and kissed you with all the passion, emotion, and romance he had to offer.
Under the glow of the fireworks overhead you two cuddled in close together and watched the show.
"So is this the big surprise you had planned?" you asked him.
"Part of it." he said.
You looked up at him and all he did was smile, wink, kiss your forehead, and wrap his arm around you to pull you as close as possible to him.
