(IMAGINE)
Niall stared at your little daughter sleeping in her bed. "Isn't she lovely?" He sang. He quickly glanced around the room, and started to leave, when a picture caught his eye. It was a picture of his and yours first dance. Tears came to his eyes, as he remembered that perfect moment. Family and friends were drying their eyes as you guys danced to "The Book of Love". He could still hear the "swoosh" of your dress as he twirled you around the room.
Niall took one last look at the picture, and closed the door softly. He descended the stairs and walked into the living room. If he was right, the CD with "The Book of Love" should be, ah yes, there it was. In the very back of the CD folder where earlier he had hoped he would never find it. Listening to it would be too painful.
But he had to.
He popped into the CD player, and sang along to the lyrics.
I wonder, wonder who, who-oo-ooh, who
(Who wrote the Book Of Love)
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Oh, who wrote the Book Of Love
I've got to know the answer
Was it someone from above
He paused the player as tears came down in waterfalls. He could not stop crying. Every wonderful and horrible moment with you popped into his head. It hurt. He grabbed his guitar and began singing the next verse by heart.
(Oh, I wonder, wonder who, mmbadoo-ooh, who)
(Who wrote the Book Of Love)
I love you darlin'
Baby, you know I do
But I've got to see this Book of Love
Find out why it's true
He stopped when he felt a small hand on his shoulder, he turned to see little Avianna with tears in her eyes. "I miss mummy." She whispered. Niall cried even harder and placed her in his lap, "I know you do baby." He said, burying his face in her hair, "I do too."
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It Just Hurts
FanfictionThis story started off as an imagine (Parts 1-3), but the readers loved it SO much, I made it a fan-fic. Please enjoy! WARNING: UPON READING THIS FANGIRLING AND CRYING MAY OCCUR. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. A/N: There are 3 books in this series: 1. You'...
