Rumor Has It (HIATUS)

Chapter 19

-Lauren's POV-

Niall was standing at my door, looking straight at me, telling me he chose me. I was dumbfounded. I really thought he would go with Phoebe.

"Y-you really choose me?" I asked with a hint of doubt hidden in my voice. I walked outside and closed the door behind me.

"Yeah, I do. It's always been you Lo. I guess I just didn't realize it until now. He replied stepping towards me. All I could do was stand there. 

He took my face in his hands, piercing my soul with his deep blue eyes. I could stare into them all day. He pressed his forehead against mine. "I love you so much Lauren Michelle Miller. I hope you feel the same. I'm sorry for all the crap I put you through. I just... I love you."

I suddenly crushed my lips against his. When we finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead against my head and whispered, "I love you, Lo."

"I love you too." I whispered in reply.

-Niall's POV-

Two weeks later, we were sitting on my couch talking and eventually eating (after I finally convinced her to eat something) when I cleared my throat, about to announce something.

"So Lauren..."

"Yes?" she replied taking small bites of her cookie.

"I have some big news."

"Tell me!"

"Well I..." I stopped mid-sentence teasing her. She hated when I told her I had to tell her something, but I delayed it.

"Oh my goodness Horan! Tell me!" 

I smirked. "Kiss me first."

She sighed. "Fine." She leaned over and kissed my lips,

"That was lousy."

She frowned.

"I'm just kidding babe." 

"You better be." She said acting serious, but she wasn't.

"What if I wasn't?" I retorted.

"Then no more kisses for you."

"No! I was definitely kidding."

"Mhm, thought so." She said giggling.

Her giggles made me melt. I laughed, pulling her onto my lap.

"Tell me now, please." She pleaded.

"Well...I decided to try out for X Factor."

She got up, and did her little happy dnace. "Yay! I knew you would eventually give in and tryout." She sat on my lap again. "I'm so excited for you! You'll do amazing."

"I'm nervous..." I confessed.

"Why? You're great!"

"I don't know. What if I'm not as good as all of the other contestants?"

"Niall... you're great, trust me."

I shrugged.

"That's not all you're worried about, is it?"

I shook my head.

"What else is it?"

I hesitated. "What if the judges also base it on the looks. I'm not hot, or cute, or dreamy like...Justin Bieber." I paused. "What if as soon as I open my mouth, they see me teeth and-"

Lauren put her finger on my lips to silence me.

"Niall James Horan... the fact that you're even talking about yourself like that makes me really unhappy. Look at me." I did as I was told. "No one could possibly look at those amazing blue eyes and not love you instantly."

"Yeah, but my teeth-"

"I love your teeth just the way they are. That Niall smile is the best type of smile EVER! She smiled, and her smile made me smile.

"Yeah? Well I say the Lauren smile is the best smile EVER!" I replied, tickling her.

"That...doesn't...even...rhyme." She said while laughing, and gasping for air.

I stopped tickling her. "I don't care, Thanks for what you said. It made my day."

"That's my job, and I love doing it." She said, smiling.

"I love you." I climbed on top of her, and planted a sweet kiss on her lips.