Niall looked at the fruit basket that sat in front of him at the dining table as a weird idea struck him. He quickly grabbed the orange from the lot and grinned sheepishly at it, like the orange would return it. His blue orbs lit up with mischief as he dug out his phone using his free hand.
Quickly dialling Liam's phone, he balled up the orange, engulfing it in his huge grip. He was still smiling, at Lord knows who, as he wait for Liam to pick up. After nothing less than about seven rings, the hunk's voice boomed through the electronic gadget.
"Liam get the lads to the chapel, right away."
"What?" Came a surprised reaction.
"Yeah, I'm getting married."
"Ni, what's going on? Marriage? To who?" Liam started blabbering at his stupid so-called Irish brother's words.
"Just reach the chapel, I'll meet y'all there."
"Niall's getting married?" Harry's confused voice reached Niall's ear as he asked Liam, on his end, why he looked aghast.
Before Niall could react, Harry spoke into the phone. "Who're you getting married to, eh mate?"
"Just reach already. You can meet us, the couple, there." Niall spoke before cutting his end of the call.
He sprinted towards his wardrobe readying to drape on his best tuxedo and reach the Chapel, himself.
Twenty minutes later, Niall stood in front of the mirror, giving himself the last finishing look by curling his quiff a little just as his fans liked it. Having done all necessities, he dashed to the garage but the orange that sat on the dining table caught his attention, before he left the house.
"Ah, how could I forget you," he said as playfully slid a finger across the peel, like how you tease a human by flicking his nose.
The drive to the Chapel barely took any time. He parked his car in the driveway as he saw the other lads, getting out of a shiny black Range Rover, dressed in their best wedding oriented attire.
*
"So do you Niall Horan take Orange Worange as your legally wedded husband?" Spoke a balding priest.
He glanced at the cute orange that sat cosily in my white hands as he nodded to the priest. "I do."
The lads the stood beside him chuckled. The priest then turned to the orange in Niall's hands asked him, "Do you Orange Worange take Niall Horan as your legally wedded husband?"
After a moment of silence, that all the people present in the church took as a yes, the priest announced.
"I now pronounce both of you, man and man."
An applaud broke in the room as people cheered for the new couple. Niall smiled at the old man before turning to his husband and whispering, "I love you."
He then pressed his pink lips to the orange peel of the fruit, lightly tasting its flavour. He smiled into the kiss as he felt content.
"I'll love you forever and always, Orange Worange."
*
Six hours later, Ni lay his bed remembering the events of the day as he turned to gaze at his husband, who lay beside him on the bed.
"Do you know we'll one day have kids of our own," Niall broke the silence in the room.
He chuckled lightly before resuming to speak again.
"I want two of them. The girl will be called Pasta and the boy, Nachos."
This time, Niall's laughter filled the room. He draped an arm over the round piece beside him as he prepared himself to fall into deep slumber. A smile playing lightly on his lips, and a thought in his mind.
"I love food, and now I'm married to one," were the last words that slipped out of his mouth, before he got shipped to dreamland.
