I Won't Give Up (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Graduation and Leaving Home

Author's note: once again, I apologize for taking so long to update. I've finally got enough of a break to update. Thanks for bearing with me. :)

Natalie's POV

Last day of school; last day of Richmond; last day of Lynn; last day of home. Before I left for school I packed my last bag of belongings so they were ready to go to London. I smiled knowing that was where I was headed after school. The only thing I wasn't ready for was actually leaving home. Yeah, I want to live with Niall, but I just hate having to leave my family to do so. I know they'll be okay, but they're just so far away. I walked out of my house and went straight to school. We had to meet in the gym first thing for graduation. As I picked out a seat next to Dayanara and Cheyenne I looked around. I spotted my parents and little sister, but no sign of Niall. I took one last look around and as I turned back towards my parents I smiled. All of the boys were sitting here with my family talking up a storm. The ceremony began and what seemed like hundreds of people have speeches. We all quietly sat there for hours and then they began calling out names. They finally got to me.

"Natalie Nicole Nicholson. Class of 2014. Congratulations."

I shook everyone's hand and walked off the stage. I looked up to see my mom crying, my dad and sister smiling, and all the boys giving me a thumbs up. I walked back to sit down until the ceremony was over. Afterwards I walked up and hugged my parents. They both kept going on as to how proud they were of me. I gave Krista our special high-five and the boys wrapped me up in a group hug. We all walked out together an went back to our house for lunch. We ate and say around the table for a long time talking about anything and everything. It got to be almost 5pm and that meant we had to get to the airport so that we didn't miss our flight. I hugged everyone good-bye and headed outside with the five boys behind me helping with my bags. As we reached the car I realized Niall wasn't out yet.

Steve's POV

Rachel and I looked up when we heard Niall awkwardly clear his throat.

"Rachel, Steve, I have something I want I talk to you guys about before I go. I want to do this in person and not over the phone."

"Alright Niall. Go ahead. You know you can tell us anything." Rach said.

"Well, by now I would hope you guys know that I really care for your daughter and that I would never mean to hurt her. I know we're young, but I also know she's the only girl I've ever been able to open up to. She makes me the happiest man in the world and I don't just want this to be any old relationship. I want to spend every last minute of my life with her, but I wanted to ask for your blessing."

He looked up and tried to be confident. Rachel looked at me for my approval. This kid had made Nat happy for so many years. He has money to take care of her and a house to live in. I looked at Niall.

"Take care of my baby girl."

His expression quickly changed into something much happier. He shook my hand and gave Rachel a hug. As he walked outside he just kept saying thanks. I smiled knowing Natalie was in good hands.

Niall's POV

YES! YES! YES! THEY SAID YES! I walked outside to confused faces.

"I couldn't find my phone." I lied.

Natalie shook it off but knew something was up and I know the boy will be asking questions as soon as we got away from Nat. We drove to the airport and loaded everything on the plane. Management actually did something good for once and rented us a private plane since we had so much of Natalie's stuff. We climbed in and got settled down. Natalie immediately went to sleep and after they knew she was completely out they started asking questions.

"Why'd you stay back?" Zayn asked.

"I asked her parents if I could marry her." I rushed out.

"No way! Aw! Little Nialler's growing up!"

I blushed really hard and looked down. The boys congratulated me and asked what my plan was. After I told them I leaned back in my seat and put my arm around Natalie. I smiled and drifted off. I couldn't stop thinking of what I was about to do and how I was going to do it.