When Wrong Goes Right

Chapter 32

MALORIE'S POV

“Yeah, Mal. It is. I know it's crazy. I know it's out of the blue. But we're young. I want to promise you that I won't ever stop loving you for anyone. Don't over think, just let it go.” Niall said. He smiled as his eyes searched my face.

My eyes were locked on to the silver ring with the infinity symbol looping all the way around. It had promise written on it in script-y letters.

“Niall, I don't know. I love you. I really, really do. But a promise ring? Don't you think it's a bit... early?” I asked.

“No. No, I don't. Because in my mind no matter what happens, this ring will turn in to an engagement ring, and then that will turn in to a wedding band.” He stated, shaking his head at my skepticism.

I smiled. “Do you really believe that? You really want to marry me?” My heart swelled and I knew that saying I love you was the right thing.

He nodded. “I would do anything to be with you forever Malorie.” He said.

“Well then, let's see if it fits, shall we?” I said, kissing him on the cheek. He grinned a grin I've never seen bigger.

“So that's a yes?” He asked, so much love in his eyes.

“That's a yes, Niall.” I said, smiling from ear to ear. I was on top of the world at the moment.

“Yes!” He said happily, doing a small happy dance. When I was done laughing, and he was done dancing, he gently slid the ring on my left ring finger.

“I love you.” I said to him genuinely. I wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him close to me. I rested my forehead on his as I breathed in all of his familiar scent.

“I love you too, Malorie.” He whispered. I felt him lean in for the kiss, and savored the moment his soft pink lips met mine.

The kiss slowly became more and more passionate, more loving, but on top of that, more wanting. Before either of us new what was happening, Niall was lying on top of me, nothing but boxers left on, and my shirt was somewhere on the floor.

He started to kiss down my neck, slowly going lower. When he got to my belly button, I reached down and gave his hand a squeeze. He looked up.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“I am, it's just, I want to save this for our wedding day.” I said bashfully, blushing like crazy at the thought of having sex. I mean, I am nineteen but I'm not one to just have sex for the fun of it.

He smiled. Flipping me over, he cuddled beside me and wrapped one arm around me, the other one propping him up as he stroked my cheek gently. He leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“I respect your decision, Mal.” He whispered.

I smiled. “Thanks Ni.” I said, biting my lip. He smirked.

“Of course, you can expect one hell of a wedding night.” He said arrogantly. I laughed.

“Oh really? I think I'm the one who's going to surprise the other. It's like there's a tigress inside me.” I teased, poking his cheek lightly.

“Grr.” He said, making a fake growl. I winked seductively at him and then swooped in for another kiss.

As we were kissing, I heard the door jiggle and then open.

“Oh, shit! Sorry, oh my god, my eyes, my poor, poor eyes. Why in bloody hell did I choose this moment of all moments I could have chosen to break in and get my TOMS oh sweet Jesus.” Louis rambled, covering his eyes.