Love At 12th Sight *Niall Horan Fanfiction*

Chapter 16

Niall’s P.O.V.

The look on her face makes me regret I even asked her. then it turns into a smile. Maybe she was just surprised. I hope she was just surprised.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!”

She jumps into my arms and I spin her around so happy with myself. she makes me this happy. No one else in this world ever can make me this happy. I'm telling the guys when we get home. She does have practice tomorrow anyways. I think I might go with her to that. The boys can find something else to do. It feels so right to say she's my fiancé. She pulls her head back a little and I crash my lips onto hers. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she runs her hands through my hair.

How did I meet such a wonderful girl that actually loves me for who I am and not what the media makes me sound like. She could have been a fan but then we might not have had the connection right when we first met. Forget I said that, we will and always have that connection no matter what. I sit her back down on the ground and were both just completely full of smiles all the way to the car. I open up her door and she gets in as I shut the door.

“When are we going to tell the guys?” She looks over at me while I'm driving.

“Whenever you want, love.”

“I think we should let them figure out on their own.”

“I think they will figure out today sometime.”

“I think it’s going to be tomorrow sometime.”

“Then let’s see.”

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Abbegail’s P.O.V.

The whole time we were in the car, we couldn’t stop smiling. I really hope I win this bet. I don’t think they will find out today. it’s late anyways. When we get there we probably will go straight to bed. then tomorrow I have practice from 10 to 2. I'm really glad the gym has air conditioning. Our practices always have to be this long. We have to have an hour for each event. Since no one’s going to know my thoughts, I want to let you in on a little secret of mine. I really, really hate the people on my team. Their all rude and complete jerks to everyone. They put on an act though when their around someone cute or famous. Like my boyf--- I mean fiancé. That sounds so cool to say. I jog up to our room in the house without saying anything to anyone. Why am I having mood swings? Just a couple minutes ago, I was over excited now I'm… mad? Is that what I'm feeling? I change into one of Niall’s shirts and a pair of softie shorts. I climb into bed as Niall walks into the room. We smile at each other and he gets ready for bed. he tries to climb in next to me but I get up on my knees and stop him.

“You have to kiss me first.” I smirk at him.

“Why would I want to do that?” he smirks back at me.

“Fine I mean if you don’t wa—.”

He crashes his lips on mine before I can finish. He smiles while he pulls away from me.

“Now let me in bed. I'm tired.”

I scoot over and lay back down on my side facing away from him. I feel the bed drop next to me and then arms around my waist. He puts his chest to my back and snuggles his face into the crook of my neck.

“Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight Niall.”

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In the morning, I wake up in the same position we fell asleep in. Niall’s still asleep snoring softly with his face in my hair. I look over at the clock to see its 9 o’clock. I try to quietly pull Niall’s arms from around me but his grip just tightens signaling he woke up.