Niall Gone Mad?! 1D Imagine/Fanfic

Part Twenty!

A/N: AHHH chapter 20 already! o; They grow up so fast -wipes away tear-

Anyways, I know all of you are curious as to if Niall comes back.  That is for me to know and for you to find out (;  

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Walking down the rocky path to the ocean, Niall’s hand intertwined perfectly matched with my hand.  His bright, white smile was captivating and contagious as we clashed our shots of beer together and took the shots a second later.  We left the glasses on the small picnic table near the edge of the small amount of forest connecting with the sand on the beach. 

                “Race you to the water?”  His accent came out thicker than usual, but it was accompanied with his famous smile.

                “I’ll beat you there.”  I tease, poking his abs before dashing towards the water.

                “Not so fast girlie.”  He laughed, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and lifting me off the ground.

                “Niall! I’m vertical running!”  I giggle.  His strong arms keep me up and his spins in a few small circles until he puts me back gently on the warm sand, though his arms stay tight around my waist.

                “Every time I look at you, I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.  You’re so beautiful, and perfect, and mine.  You’re my princess and this is my perfect fairytale.”  He whispers, those blue eyes looking deep into mine.  His hand comes to my cheek, gently moving a strand of hair behind my ear.  His smile widens as his eyes search my face, eventually meeting back up to my eye contact.  “I’m so lucky.”  He murmurs, trailing his other hand down my left arm slowly, almost as though he’s trying to savor every touch.  I can’t help but feel a smile spread across my face as my cheeks begin to blush. 

                “Niall?”  I ask, leaning my forehead against his gently.

                “Yeah cupcake?”

                “I still wonder, why did you pick me?”

                “And as always, I’m replying with why wouldn’t I pick you?  Your sparkling eyes first caught my attention, along with your beautiful smile and perfect body.  You aren’t some skinny model people would expect me to date, you’re just an average girl, and that’s what I loved, and still do love, about you.  You haven’t let any of this ‘dating Niall Horan’ fame get to you, and I can’t help but fall more and more in love with you each time your eyes look into mine or I see you asleep or just see you or think about you.  You’re you, and that’s why I picked you.”

                I couldn’t help but feel my cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red as he talked.  “And babe, I have a question for you.  Why did you pick me?  Why not one of the other boys?”

                “Well Niall, first, that’s two questions.”  I smirk and he looks at me innocently.  “And secondly, I’m going to steal your response.  Why wouldn’t I pick you?  Your crooked teeth were an adorable factor, adding it with your cute smile, perfect blue eyes, and wonderful personality, I’m not sure how I could pick any other guy, you know?  The other guys all are great, spending time on tour with them and everything, but I don’t necessarily see any of them as dating material.  You, on the other hand, have a special place in my heart named ‘I love Niall Horan’.”  His cheeks flushed a deep red as I spoke.  When I said his last name, he gently pressed his lips against mine, keeping his grip of his arms around my waist. Mine slid up to his neck, pulling me as close as I could be to him.  I ran my hands carefully through his quiff of blonde hair, laughing as I ruffle it and mess it up.