Perfect Imperfections (n.h a.u)

Chapter 22

Hey ! So I just have to say thank you to niallhoraaaannn for commenting on my previous chapter. She gave me my 100th vote of this story and it means a lot. I'm glad you're all enjoying it, it gives me more motivation to continue writing when I see comments like the one on the previous chapter. It's Monday, and I'm in the middle of exams, but I don't go to school tomorrow and seeing the comment from you, really put a smile on my face and I just had t update. Apologies for such a long A/N right now but I had t say thank you!

Here's chapter 22 of Perfect Imperfections ! I'm excited !

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>>Let me photograph you in this light in case it is the last time<<

Niall's POV

Our movie night went as any other movie night. We of course cuddled as we always did. I loved spending time with Aria. Whether it was before we actually started dating or even now when we are actually. I guess it's better now because I can actually kiss her. I can cuddle with her even without feeling like she's uncomfortable. She had fallen asleep in my arms like she always did and as I stared down at her I realized how lucky I actually was. If I hadn't gotten that scholarship I wouldn't have moved out here. If Ma hadn't found this specific apartment building I wouldn't have lived across from her. If that morning, I went to Uni slightly later than I did, she wouldn't have bumped into me as she stared so curiously at her schedule.

I saw her that morning from a distance. She had just walked out of the office as I walked down the corridor. I got nervous and I stared down at my shoes as I walked and then we bumped into each other. She didn't look up, she just look taken aback and I hurried off after apologizing. I'm thankful I was late for that first class, because if I went early I would have probably taken a seat somewhere at the back and wouldn't have to be forced to sit next to her. I'm glad there was that open seat. And I sure as hell am thankful for choosing her. She was perfect. Beautiful. She doesn't realize she's beautiful. I watch how she acts sometimes before she can leave for somewhere. Whenever we go out, she'll always stare at herself in the mirror in the hall, or when I sneak to her room to watch her apply her make up, she'd stare at herself and then she'd notice me standing in the doorway and smile like everything is okay, but I know she's insecure about herself. Recently, it has gotten more noticeable. She goes for her runs more frequently, sometimes even going for a run after Uni when we come back. She's something special. I don't know how she doesn't see she's beautiful. Whenever I tell her how beautiful she is, she'll blush, tell me to shut up and then deny her beauty. I hope she can see what I see. I hope one day she'll realize how truly beautiful she is.

We haven't spoken about the night of Jason's wedding. We don't speak about it. I want to talk to her about it, but I really have no idea how to. That night. I was drunk, but I'm Irish, two beers don't do anything to me. But I was drunk, and I know she wasn't completely drunk either. We knew what we were doing but neither of us stopped it. I don't regret it. If I did I think there would be something wrong with me. But what I do regret is doing something that intimate when we didn't even have a proper label to our relationship. We were just friends then but I guess if it didn't happen I wouldn't have actually be able to call her mine now. I remember the morning I woke up with her in my arms, I felt something amazing and it was a feeling of something I have never felt ever before but it was magical and I will find the word to describe that feeling soon. I want to ask her about that night but I don't know how to bring the subject up. I know I'm going to have to ask her about it soon. And I will. I just have to find the perfect moment. I'm going to take her out tomorrow since it's Friday. There's a small carnival happening and I thought it would fun for us to go.