Those Little Things

Chapter 25 <3

My eyes wondered up and down Niall, enjoying his outfit. His blue ocean eyes locked with my brown. I couldn't help but smile as he grabbed my shaking hand, rubbing circles on it with his thumb. Memories began to flood one after the other into my mind.

The first thought was when I met Niall. Going backstage and grabbing my suitcases. The car ride with the boys to my hotel, the fun and no drama we had. My stomach turned when I remembered how he had grabbed my waist into a hug before I had left him in the cold.

I snapped back into reality, seeing Niall beginning to shake a little.

"It's okay. Stay calm," I mouth before smiling again.

Once Niall had stopped shaking and smiled back at me, my mind went back to the memories. The first time we had went to the tea cafe and sat at our table. The time when Niall had drank the hot tea and started freaking out over the heat on his tongue. It was the first time I wasn't nervous with him. I was clam.

Yet now my hand won't stop shaking even when Niall's own was wrapped around it. He slowly brought up my hand and kissed the back, hoping to calm me down. It had worked, I still shook yet ever so slightly.

Memories fell into my mind again. The time we went to the movies with Zayn and Harry. Although it was quite boring, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of it. Memories of thought of Niall and my first kiss. The tingle of the feeling fell back onto my lips, causing me to brush them lightly with my finger. Niall took my hand back and entwined it with his fingers, smiling.

The memory of us decorating the boys' hotel room for Christmas crossed my mind. When Zayn had tagged along to get a Christmas tree. Then the memory of being at the studio came. When the boys were singing 'Little Things' and Niall had sang the last verse to me. A smile was on my face for a moment before it faded. The memory was great, fascinating; until I remembered when my mother had called. That was the day I had left to go back to California. The letters crossed my mind, remembering word for word. I couldn't help but let a tear trickle down my cheek. I missed Niall those months when I was away and when I came back I was hurt, seeing Niall with Sarah. The thought sent chills up and down my spine. Then I had remembered how each one of the boys had quit. They had gotten rid of their management, all because of me. Of course I had felt guilty at first, yet now I was glad they had. If they hadn't I would be able to see Niall right now. To be able to hold his hand. To be able to kiss him. To be able to do anything in public. I was glad they had quit, because now I could be with Niall. Whenever. Wherever.

Once that thought had passed, the next came. The one of Niall and I back at the cafe. The memory was not all very good, for that was when the paparazzi took a picture of Harry and I. Then the memory of when Harry had cried and admitted his feelings to me had crossed my mind. The way he was so frightened he would be kicked out of the band. How I had supported him, yet Niall had interrupted. The way Niall had gotten so mad at Harry. Yet in the end, we all forgive each other. Then the thought of hearing through the door with Harry to hear what Zayn and Niall were yelling.

I looked away from Niall to where Zayn and Harry were seated, smiling. I smiled back then turned my attention back to Niall.

The memory of him and Lilly playing around together in the hotel room. The way he made her laugh at the fair. How he had won her the stuffed bunny, the joy in her eyes.

Then the memory of my birthday came. The thought of waking up to the faces of the ones I loved. How they had attempted to make a birthday cake. Then came the thought of us at the beach. The sand in my toes and fingers. The ocean in front of me, hitting on the shore. The golden sky giving off warmth. Then the thought of Niall proposing came. His words spinning in my head, word for word. I couldn't help but smile thinking of how he slipped the ring onto my finger. Then l remembered how he had leaned in and kissed my lips so passionately. The tingle falling back onto my lips. The memories of how after he proposed he-

My thoughts were interrupted when Niall had said two little words to the man to my left.

"I do," he said just as he slipped the shiny silver ring onto my finger.