My Princess Next Door 》》 Niall Horan

Chapter 20

NIALL'S POV

I did my morning jobs and after having breakfast, I went to get ready. The lads came in to the room.

"Don't you think you're going a bit fast mate?" Harry asked.

"No. Not at all. I had five months to sort out my feelings, remember?" I said.

"Best of luck lad" Liam wished me.

"Thank you bro" I said..

"What are you wearing?" Louis asked me.

"A tuxedo. Don't tell the girls, I am taking her to a ball. That's why I told her to wear a gown." I slightly smiled.

I got ready and went out to the hall. At the same time, even she opened the door. I looked at her. I looked at the most beautiful woman I have seen on planet Earth. Her gown intensified her graceful features. The strapless red gown, flowed in a twisted pattern across her waist. She wore a plain jacket of the same colour. Why was she wearing it? Did she feel that cold today? Yes, it was September, and it's cold and foggy but, I didn't feel so cold. Let's just leave the weather forecast shall we? So, oh yes , Niagara. She wore a pearl necklace and her hair was done in a gorgeous updo. Only a crown was missing for this princess. I'm sure of it.

NIAGARA'S POV

Perfect cannot even begin to describe him. He was wearing a black tuxedo and a white shirt beneath. And a pair of pants. His hair was a messy spike. His blue orbs shone with absolute dazzle. If you ask me to describe him with one word, that would be absolutely impossible. I could stare at his perfection all day if I was allowed.

"Ready to go?" He whispered in my ear. Sometimes, I can never trust my voice and this was one of those times. So, I nodded. He led me to the Range Rover.

"Will we go outside Ireland?" I asked him as we reached near Westmath Airport.

""Oh no babe. Our jet to Dublin waits here" he replied with a mischievous grin.

"What do you mean 'our jet' huh?" I asked.

"Our private jet." He said and it took me a second to comprehend the fact that we both will only be the ones on board apart from the attenders.

The moment he slid his hand in mine, I felt as if a 100,000V electric current passed through my body. The butterflies in my stomach won't stop their constant fluttering. This was exactly the same way every author described when the lovers' hands even graze past each other. That's odd! How can I feel like this with Niall? He is an international popstar for Christ's sake! And me? Just another Uni student who is a directioner. He is gonna be taking me to Dublin on a private jet now. How can our world's even mix?

Love only works in novels. I admit I have read the classic and modern love stories but then it would turn out to be quite tragic. It made me believe that love is just a temporary feeling. It made me want to question how someone can love another that they unexpectedly met and put the other before themselves. But now, I am never been so happy to be proven wrong.

"Niagara" I heard his voice that snapped me out of my trance.

"We're here love" he said smiling from ear to ear.

He got out from our private jet and held out a hand. Taking it, I then stepped down the jet. He slid a hand on my waist.

"We're at a ball?" I asked utterly shocked.

"Yep" he answered popping the 'p'.

"This is a fundraiser ball organised by Comic Relief. We have come representing One Direction" he said and the importance of this finally sunk inside me. I could just look at him.

"Come on in" he said leading me to the dance floor.

A slow tune was coming from the instruments of the orchestra. There were many couples dancing, men talking in one corner and women chatting in another. He placed his left hand around my waist and took my right in his. And before I knew it we were moving in perfect harmony. I just got lost in his eyes. I don't really know for how long we danced. He pulled me closer toward him. He leaned in and our noses were almost touching each other. I could feel his breath in my face. I closed my eyes, taking in his each breath. Suddenly I was caught by surprise.