Niall Horan Blurbs |N.H|

Birthday

He watched her dance on the coffee table, Birthday by Anne Marie playing loud in the background as she sang her heart out with her friends.

He loved to watch her dance. He knew the first time he saw her dance, that it was something that he would forever be mesmerized by. When she danced, everything else stopped. It was just her feeling herself, not caring what everyone else thought and just radiating joy. Well that's what he saw anyway.

His favourite dances to watch were the ones with her in the kitchen, wearing only one of his tshirts and her underwear. She would have Alexa blasting whatever artist she had decided on for the day as she sang every word and jumped around the room, doing little daily tasks as she danced. Her hair would either be in a messy bun with loose curls falling down around her face, or just flowing everywhere as she moved. He always caught himself staring at her when he was writing. She was his inspiration.

But tonight, her hair fell down her back in long waves, a small bit tied back, he loved it when she wore it like that.

He watched how her little black dress draped over her hips and swayed when she danced in bare feet. Her heels had been thrown off over an hour ago.

He watched how her skin glowed under the lights. She still had some leftover tan after being in LA with him for the last month.

He laughed when he saw her grab the karaoke microphone from his cousin.

"Goddamn, it's my birthday
Everybody love me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look at me, give me money
Damn, it's my birthday
Everybody love me
And I ain't thinkin' 'bout you
It's my birthday".

Everyone cheered as she sang the words into the pink microphone; a gift from a friend. "Y/n! Y/n! Y/n", the party guests roared.

He let out a loud belly laugh before bringing his fingers between his lips and whistling loudly as she shook her ass. She continued to jump around wiggling her hips as more people came onto the dancefloor which was really just the living room floor.

"Ballin' now with everybody in the room, yeah
That's what I do, that's what I do, yeah
Whatever I can do to get my mind off you
Ha, that's what I do, that's what I do"

He squeezed through the crowd to get to her, grabbing two shots of vodka from tray on the way past. The room was bouncing as she saw him approach, a bright smile on both there faces. She waved excitedly at him, him returning the wave even though he was standing right infront of her, looking up to where she stood on the table.

She ordered him to get up on the table with her which he gladly did, passing her a shot glass. He sneaked his arm around her waist, bringing her into him, her wobbling slightly.

"Having fun?", he chuckled.

"Yep", she giggled loudly into his chest. He placed a kiss on her head causing her to look up. Seeing the sparkle in her dilated pupils, he couldn't help but put his lips on hers.

Pulling away she was still giggling. She really didn't need anymore alcohol but what the hell, it was her birthday.

"Happy Birthday Princess", he said, raising the shot glass.

"Happy bir- wait no, thank you", she laughed, stumbling on her words.

"To 28 hears of y/n", he smiled, clinking the glasses. They both knocked back the vodka, feeling the burn as it swished down their throats, causing them to cough slightly.

The scrunched up look on her face was the cutest thing he had ever seen. Again, he connected their lips with more force this time, causing her to stumble, his grip around her waist stopping her from going anywhere.

Sneaking his tongue into her mouth, he tasted the vodka, among the many other drinks she had consumed that night. He had been careful to not drink too much tonight, someone had to help her get ready for bed because she certainly wasnt capable of it.

"Niall if you're not gonna sing, get off the table!", his cousin shouted.

Niall pulled away laughing. "Ok, ok", he told him. He then placed a quick kiss to her cheek, "you sound great love".

"I know", she said casually making him laugh. He wasnt off the table two seconds before he heard her again.

"Ain't got any wiser
Gonna be hungover
Never learned my lesson".

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah", the guests backed her up.

"And I ain't gonna listen
I don't really care 'cause
Its my birthday!".

***

He watched her now, fast asleep, her hair in a mess around her head and face, her makeup still on as she was too drunk and he wasn't sure of all the steps her in routine.

He lifted his hand to lift a piece of hair out of her face. Her nose scrunched up momentarily making him smile. Her hands were in fists on the pillow as she lay on her belly, the position she collapsed into after he helped her into one of his tshirts.

He was glad she had such a great night. Nothing made him happier than to see her happy, and vice-versa. Because that's what love is isn't it? When they're happy, you're happy.

He rolled over onto his back and thought about the day, so happy it all went to plan. From breakfast in bed to karaoke, he knew he had gave her her dream birthday.

And now that it was over he had something else to look forward to. The gift she thought was the main gift, was really only a ticket to the best bit. He couldn't wait to get on that flight to Paris with her. He had found a little old house, near the city but away from the mayhem for them to stay in. It was in a small little village with cobbled streets and bakerys. Sounds cliche for Paris but she loved cliche. And he couldnt lie, he loved it too.

Two weeks was all he had to wait. He had kept it secret for about a month now, he was sure he could last a bit more.

He rolled over and sat up. He reached down to the bottom drawer of his bedside locker, lifting out the couple of song writing books he had in there. He saw the little pink velvet box and took it out. He had asked for a pink box rather than a red or black box as it was just more y/n.

He opened up the box to see the perfct vintage diamond. He was sure this was the right one. It had took him forever to pick one. It couldn't be too big so that it would get stuck in her clothes, and it couldnt be too flashy either. Sure she loved her pink and sparkly stuff, but he knew to her the ring wouldn't be about the bling. It was there to represent everything they've been through, and everything that's to come, and to show that they can make it through it all.

He heard her shuffle on the bed behind him. He placed the ring back in the drawer and packed the books in to hide it, closing the drawer again.

"Ni?"

"Yeah?", he turned around quickly, climbing into bed again. "You ok?". He wrapped his arm around her as she moved closer, putting her head on his chest.

"Yeah", she sighed contently, snuggling into him. "Can't wait to spend all my birthdays with you".

For a second he panicked that she was onto his plan, but the soft snores from her quickly assured him she was just mindlessly babbling.

"Me too baby, me too".