Stand behind the music

Chapter 7: "I think Harper's my princess"

iall’s POV

It was freaking true.

“You… what?”

She sighed and wiped her eyes.

“ Well she’s not a stalker… its just she hates me. Real long story.  I call her a stalker because that’s what us Southern girls say for people who hate us. (lol not rlly) But she really hates me. Like a lot. I’m just- It’s scary.” She blushed “Can you stay at my house tonight? Please. For safety from-“

“Duh I will. Im not leaving you alone.” I picked her up bridal style.

She had a giggle attack “Oh my god hahahhaah”

I placed her to lay across the backseat.

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Harper’s POV

I lay in the backseat of his Range Rover thinking about him.

His perfect blue eyes, his protectiveness, his strength, his caring ability, voice. His everything. I just can’t stop thinking about him.

PING

Harrreehhh.

Hey are you ok?? I worried about you. H xx

I smiled and replied.

Yeah it’s good! Just was a little overwhelmed!(:

I was a quite good liar if I must say so myself. I felt us pull into my house. I started to get up and Niall opened my door and carried me to the door.

“Key baby?” He asked when I handed it to him. It had been a rough night and I needed to relax. Niall got the door open and I got out of his arms so he could lock it.

“Princess, go brush your teeth and put on pajamas. I’ll lock up the house.”

It was strange. I met him last night, yet I felt like I could trust him with anything.

I went and put on my OH SNAP shirt from forever 21 and some black pajama pants. I slowly walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Not much later I went into the living room to see a smiling, shirtless Niall.

“Ta-daaaa” He showed me his pallet he made. He looked like a little kid proud of something.

“Aw Nialler.” I kissed the top of his head and got in my side of the pallet.

“Hey beautiful?” He whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Um.. How do I ask this… Will you erm.. be my girlfriend?” he fiddled his hands.

I was completely shocked. A boy… a hot one… wants to date… me?!

“No doubt, yes.” I breathed into his face. He laughed and played with my hair.

We started talking about celebrites and we played a game of kill or kiss.

“Miley Cyrus?” I asked

“Umm I have to go with kill…” he trailed

“But Ariana Grande would be mighty fine to kiss” He started.

“Go to sleep you donut.” I lightly slapped his forehead.

He kissed my forehead. “Not before you. I protect you. But if you don’t go to sleep I will punch you. Not really…”

Didn’t have to tell me twice…

Niall’s POV

She’s been asleep for about an hour now. She was precious. Even when she slept. This is really creepy, but I can already imagine. Us getting married in an Irish castle. Her looking beautiful, both of us crying. Remembering the old times. I can see her being a great mother. When I told her about Theo, she lit up. There is NO ONE on this planet to compare. I met her like 3 days ago. This is crazy. But I know its her.

Harper is my Princess.

Harper’s POV

I was just chillin in the kitchen making eggs. I knew Niall was a HUGE eater by the moment I heard his order at Nandos. He’s so adorable. Suddenly two muscular arms wrapped around me.

“Good Morning perfect.” He groggily said.

“Good morning yourself, Sleepyhead.” I kissed his nose.

“What’s for breakfast, Chef Tillings?” Niall looked up at me with Puppy-Dog eyes.

“Bacon, eggs, and my secret weapon pancakes” I bragged.

He smiled “Gimme some of dat.”

I bursted out laughing. So hard I had to turn off the oven.

“Calm yourself, donut.” Ni pulled a strand of my hair.

We sat down and had a good breakfast. I gave him orange juice and he told me a story about him spilling orange juice all over himself as a child.

“Hahahahha but that HAD to be sticky right??” I managed

“Oh my god. It was miserable!! I had to take 2 baths!!” He spit pancakes on me.

Somehow that cracked us up. Then somehow we started throwing blueberries into each others mouths.

“AHA! GOT IT!” I yelled

He grabbed 2 “I AM… THE CRAIC DADDY.” With that he threw both of them into my mouth.

“OH YEAH OH YEAH PRAISE PRAISE ME.” He was still shirtless. I must’ve been staring.

He noticed. “Oh, you likey likeeyyyy?” He rubbed his six-pack and put it in my face.

I giggled “Yeah I must admit…”

“Tell you what… If I throw 3 into your mouth… I get a kiss. If I don’t.. you can rub my abs.”

“DEAL.” Win/win sitch there.

I opened my mouth wide.

PLOP. PLOP. Aaaand….

Bounce.

“HAHAHAH AB RUBBIN FO MEEE.” I laughed. We were the weirdest couple out there.

He sighed and let me. It wuz niiice. Suddenly, he covered his face and crumpled into a ball.

“MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHH.” He was trying to cry.

“Oh no baby sugarkinz! What is wrong?” I said with fake sympathy.

“You won’t kiss meeeee.” He pouted. I smirked and got close to his face.

“How ‘bout this?”

(A/N: WOOOAH. HAHAH PLOT TWIST. But how you guys likeyy? I’m gonna call you girlllls my donuts. I hope y’all are liking it so far! Please tell all y’alls friendzzz if yall like it!!! I love all my donuts! Kbyeee.)