Last First Kiss (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction) (*ON HOLD*)

Chapter Twenty Two

I gently wrapped my arm around Amy's waist as we walked together into the resturant. I had it all planned. We were dining in the resturant and then going to a private cinema as I really couldnt handle being chased by fans. I also didnt know what they had in mind for Amy either judging by the previous Tweets. I think most people went to the cinema and dined afterwards but I suppose that wad just me being my usual self again.

About an hour later...

Amy's P.O.V

I caught Niall's eye in the dark and giggled, attracting glares from the people in front of us. Niall and I werent really watching the film, but we found it funny all the same. I played with the pendant of the necklase Niall had given me earlier that day and admired it as it shone in the darkness. It was truly beautiful. I knew I always said that I didnt want Niall to buy me things all the time but this necklase was definitely an exception. It was the most amazing gift I had ever been given.

Niall took my hand in his and continued staring blankly at the screen that was showing the uninteresting film.

When the film was finished Niall took my hand in his and whispered, "Where next?" into my ear softly.

"Wherever you want to go." I told him.

"Well, I dont know." He shrugged. Then I saw it. It was a small pub which had Irish flags flowing in every window. It was called Charm. I turned to Niall.

"Er, Niall?" I said, pointing in the Direction of the pub.

He turned and looked at it and his eyes gleamed. "There." He said. "We're going in there."

Half an hour later....

There was only me and Niall in the pub anyway. It turned out that they were closing then but they decided to keep the pub open for an extra half an hour because me and Niall entered there.

I could tell that Niall was dissapointed. None of the workers there were even Irish and didnt even seem to recognise who Niall was and that he was Irish. It was a very posh pub as well. Thats it. Nothing more to tell really. Its basically an English pub with, for some weird reason, loads of Irish flags and no Irish people working there. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the women glared at me too.

"Oh well that pub was rubbish." Niall grinned as he turned the key in the lock to the front door of the house.

"Too right." I also grinned.

"You look really sexy in that dress. I dont think I mentioned it." He winked at me and walked backwards up the stairs, pulling me with him by his hands.

I laughed. "What are you implying, Nialler?" I knew where this was leading to.

"Oh, I think you know." He muttered, taking off his t-shirt and unzipping my dress for me as he kissed my neck softly.

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I'm not going to go into details but lets just say that that was a perfect end to a perfect night.

But how many more perfect nights like that would Niall and I have together?