I Would {A Harry Styles and Niall Horan Fan-Fic} (Completed!)

Chapter 1

I was cooking lunch for myself when Niall called me.

“Annalise?” he said when I picked up.

“Yeah?” I asked. I had the phone in between my shoulder and my ear, stirring the pasta that was boiling in the pot.

“I’m coming over,” he said. “Are you making food?”

I laughed. “You seem to have a sixth sense. Every time I cook, you always call and ask if you can come over.”

“Or you’re just predictable,” he said, laughing as well. “I’ll be there in ten.”

He hung up and I placed my cell on the counter. I then focused my attention at the task at hand; how to make enough food for both Niall and me. We’re both big eaters, (though he can out-eat me every time), and the amount of pasta I was cooking only added up to about half of what Niall normally eats.

Luckily, the pasta was finished, so I drained it in the colander and left it there while I scanned my pantry for ideas. I was dismayed to find that I had used the last box of pasta, and so now I had to really improvise.

I’m the type of person who hates having random food placed together in one meal. There has to be a running theme throughout the whole food. Since I had macaroni and cheese, Campbell’s chicken noodle soup would not do.

Suddenly remembering I had an extra-large pizza in the freezer, I switched on the oven, praying that it would heat quickly. Ten minutes later, the pizza went in, and Niall still hadn’t arrived, so I fixed the macaroni and cheese and covered it.

Finally, when Eddie – my doorman – buzzed to tell me that Niall was here, the pizza was almost done, the mac and cheese made, and the slices of baguette laid neatly on a plate.

“Send him up, Eddie,” I said through the intercom.

While waiting, I set out two placemats, arranged the napkins and cutlery, and got out two cans of Coke, Niall knocked on the door.

“Coming!” I said, checking myself over in the hallway mirror before opening the door, my smile as bright as I could make it.

“Hey babe,” said Niall. He came over and gave me a hug, finishing it off with a kiss on the forehead. “How are you?”

I nuzzled him back. “Good. Food’s almost done.”

Niall pulled away. “Great, I’m starving!” He pushed past me, and walked into the kitchen. I closed the door behind him.

I pulled out the pizza, and while we waited for it to cool, I scooped a quarter of the mac and cheese in one bowl and the rest in an even bigger bowl, placing the latter in front of Niall.

“This looks great,” he said, grinning. “Is it your special recipe?”

I grinned, glad he remembered. “Yup, just how you like it. Not to cheesy, not to watery.”

Niall patiently waited for me to cut the pizza and set three slices in front of him before digging in. He ate rapidly, while I ate a tad bit slower. We didn’t say much, mostly because we were eating, but also because we were so focused on our food. We’re like that, I guess.

We finished, and as I brought out a tub of ice cream, Niall grinned at me, patting his stomach.

“I’m so glad you’re my girlfriend, Annalise.”

At that moment, I wanted to drop everything and run over and kiss him, but I composed myself and smiled back.

“I’m glad too, Niall.”