He Asks You Out

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Meeting someone could be really hard for Niall, you know? Cause he’s on the road so much and it seems like he’s in a different city every night and even when he’s home he probably feels stretched in a million different directions all at once. So it’d be hard to get to know someone and start something real with them because, well.. he’d always know eventually he’d have to leave again, I guess. And finding someone who’d stick with him would seem an impossible task because, really, who’s going to wait around while he goes and tours the world and gets mobbed by millions of screaming girls and spends his spare time playing FIFA on a tour bus with his four other ridiculously famous band mates?

But that, of course, is what would make it entirely unique and special when he’d meet you, because for the first time ever it wouldn’t seem so hard to believe that someone would wait around for him. And not just wait, but call and text and send funny pictures and visit and just be there, you know? Be there for his good days and his bad days and all the blah days in between. Being the carefree goofball that he is, it’d probably freak him out a little bit that he felt so strongly about something—someone—and it’d take him a while to work up the courage to actually ask you out. Yeah, he’s crazy and fun-loving and finds the most random things hilarious, but he’s also sensitive and thoughtful and would take it all very seriously. He’d probably plan some elaborate scheme of how to go about asking you out—something that’d involve your favorite food and your favorite color and your favorite hoodie of his—but when he’d see your face and hear your laugh and feel your hair brush against his arm, it’d all kind of go down the drain because he wouldn’t be able to wait a second longer. He’d need to know if you were his or not, if you felt the same way, if he was enough despite his fame and schedule and silly little insecurities. And his heart would be all up in his throat and he’d hold his breath without realizing it until he heard you say the words he wanted—needed—to hear. Or, well,any words, really, as long as they meant you’d have him.

After you’d laugh and reassure him that yes, of course you’d be his girlfriend (and playfully chide him for thinking there was ever any possibility otherwise) he’d continue on with his plans, much more at ease and totally giddy. Not that it’d really matter anymore since you’d already said yes, but he’d do it all anyway—complete with the perfectly staged dating proposal he’d meant to do— because he’d just love making you feel loved, no matter how cheesy or romantic or silly. And it’d make you laugh and cry and bury your face in his chest at the sound of his excited cackles because you wouldn’t be able to handle how adorable he’d look or the way his brightened eyes seemed to take over his entire face.

And then he’d kiss you for the first time—nothing too dramatic because he’d just be too excited for that—but as sweet and meaningful as it’d be quick, and despite its brevity you’d keep the memory tucked away somewhere in a corner of your heart, always ready at a moment’s notice to remind you of how it all started and why it was all worth it. Totally, completely, forever worth it, no matter what.

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