I slowly cone my hair with my fingers slowly, making little curls with my fingers. I let out a little breath while taking my babylips and started to put it on my lips.
Here i am, getting ready for my dinner date with the only and only Niall Horan. The person who stole my heart and the one who broke it to pieces. And somehow, here i am, getting myself ready for my dinner date with him. I can't believe this, i've been trying so freaking hard to get him off from my head for real but then, here i am, on a vacation with him and his mates and seconds away from the dinner date.
Somehow, i feel slightly nervous and also excited. I'm nervous because i have a feeling this date would be a bad idea but i'm also feeling excited because i missed him like crazy and i cannot wait to spend time with him alone. Just the two of us.
I breathe in before standing up and checked myself for the last time and took my phone from its charger and walked out from my room and make my self towards Niall's room.
I past some people who acknowledge me with a smile which i warmly replied and finally arrived infront of his room. I closed my eyes for a second and breathe in before knocking the door 2 times, and almost immedietly, he opened the door with the most adoring smile he has. He dressed himself pretty well for this dinner actually, with his blue botton up shirt, his nerdy glasses that i found him so attractive with and his black jeans. Oh and not forgetting his lovely socks.
"Good evening, Emily" He greeted me with a smile and i smiled back.
"Hi, Niall. And if i am correct, it's already 8 p.m so that means it's already night" I giggled at him before entering his room with him pouting a bit.
I looked at the room which i believe he decorated very very well. Somehow, he managed to placed dozens of little candles on every edge of this place and the scent of chocolate mint goes everywhere in the air, making this room even lovely. He did pretty well.
I smiled to myself before turning my head to see the dining table for two. It is covered with white. A red rose in the middle of the table. And let's just say it again, he did very well.
Niall slowly guide me to the dining table with his hand on my back and helped me to sit on one of the chairs which i said thank you to. He smiled before seating on the chair in front of me.
"Want a drink?" He took the bottle of water and about to pour it into my glass but i refused. "I would like the wine, please Niall" I said, with a soft smile. "I'm sorry but no, Emily. I would not like you to be drunk" He shooked his head, pouring the water into my glass which i sighed to.
"It is a date anyways" I mumbled under my breath which he accidently heared and he sighed. "Em, i know you, you can't handle a glass pretty well, i don't want you to be sick or to be drunk on our date. Yeah? I want this date to be as perfect as it can be" Niall said, sighing at the end. i rolled my eyes for a quick second before nodding.
"You know what? I must say you did pretty well on this" I said, giggling at him. Mentioning the room, food and also himself. He has prepared me fettucini in the middle of the table with cheese on top of it.
"You think so? Well, i thought i over reacted over all of this. Cause like, here i am, wearing all buttons up and shits and here you are, only wearing a pair of skinny jeans with flannel" He sighed. "Well, no, i don't think so. I think what you did for us is very thoughtful and also very romantic" I blushed at my own words, taking a sip on my drink before looking at Niall who is blushing hard.
"You think i'm romantic?" He raised his eyebrows at me while i shrugged. "Most of the times, yes" I giggled and he blushed again.
"Ahh stop it! I'm the one who's supposed to make you blush, god damn it!" He groanned, closing his face with his hands while i giggled at him.
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