Still The One

Forty Two

The day went by with their jokes lifting up my spirits. As Zoey went to the washroom, Jake asked me, ‘Did Louis tell you anything about…?’ His voice trailed off. ‘About what?’ I asked, raising my eyebrow. ‘Never mind.’ He said, shaking his head. ‘TELL!’ I forced him. I tried making Liam’s puppy face.

It seemed to convince him. ‘Alright. Remember those twins Nora and Zora?’ He said. I nodded. ‘Yeah, well, um, they both actually took our numbers that night, and, yeah, well, Zora called me last night.’ He said, turning bright red. ‘Really? That’s so...’ I started, but Jake shhhed me seeing Zoey come. ‘Later,’ he whispered. ‘Hey guys, the live telecast of the boys is starting in a minute. Won’t you see?’ She said. I grabbed the TV remote. I almost forgot about the gig. When I found the channel, I saw that the show was starting. We could hear the shouts sitting here. Niall was leading today. At first they started Rock Me. They sang many songs.

Then came the last song in Louisville, which was Still the One. After it finished, the boys didn’t get down from the stage. I was confused. Then Niall looked directly at the TV camera.

‘Hey, Samantha, I hope you are seeing this.’ He said, smiling. Zoey and Jake looked at me. I was getting red. Then I saw Niall taking out a box from his pocket. He was in his knees. The crowd was silent. He opened the box. There was a magnificent ring.

Then came the words.

‘Samantha Taylor, will you marry me?’

Jake and Zoey looked at me. I nodded, letting my tears fall. ‘Yes, Niall, I will.’ I whispered, smiling. Then Niall stood up and went away, red in the face. Nevertheless, we could even see through the screen about how excited he looked. I switched the TV off. I couldn’t stop crying. Niall. That boy.

The boys returned after about an hour. I was waiting with bated breath for Niall. Jake and Zoey left me when they saw Niall coming. He entered the room and closed the door. He looked shy. ‘So, umm, have you seen…?’ He started. I got out of the bed. ‘Of course I have, Niall Horan, and yes, I will marry you.’ I said, hugging him. He looked very happy. The happiest he had felt in his life. He made me wear the ring. It was a big shiny one. Then he lifted me by the waist and started spinning around. ‘Hey, Niall, stop!’ I protested while he whirled faster. He suddenly stopped and we both fell to my bed. Then he turned me around and started kissing me passionately like that day sending sparks throughout my body.

I forgot everything else. Only Niall was in my mind. He lifted up my tee by an inch or two. He drew patterns with his fingers on the exposed skin. He was going to lift it up more when Harry opened the door, forcing us to part. His eyes were broad. We were red in the face. That was the reddest I’ve ever been. There was an awkward moment. Then Harry could just say, ‘Oh,’ and he shut the door again, but he broke the spell.