Niall Horan Imagines

He Proposes To You

He Proposes To You

Niall had been acting weird all week and you couldn't figure out why. But just the other day Eleanor had told you that she saw him practicing proposing to you in front of a mirror. It all made sense, the nervousness he had been showing when you'd mention how much you loved your little cousins and how it made you want to have kids some day.

Niall had told you to dress fancy tonight and that he'd be taking you out to dinner. You knew tonight was the night he'd propose, the night you'd become his fiancé and soon be his forever. You threw on your best dress that was red and hugged your body just right, not too sexy but not too sophisticated. You did your hair in curls and wore your reddest lipstick, knowing how much Niall loved that shade on you. You put on your open toe heels and waited for Niall to be ready. He soon appeared from your's and his room. He was dressed in a suit that was just fancy enough.

You both got into his car and he drove you to a nice Italian restaurant. You were seated by a hostess and were given menus. Niall did seem nervous, this was continuing to confirm your suspicions that he was going to propose tonight. But as the night dragged on and neither of you said a word to each other, you were beginning to doubt if he really was going to propose.

By the time you were both finished with your food and the check had come, you had given up that he was going to propose tonight. Maybe Eleanor was wrong, maybe he was just being silly or something. You were hoping so much since you and him had been together for almost three years. You knew you both had a spark that he couldn't have with anyone else.

He payed the bill and you both went home, not one word being spoken. You both go back to your room and change into some pajamas. You both crawl into bed but you lay further away from him and your back to him. You are so disappointed that you can't stand his touch. You fall asleep with tears in your eyes, not caring anymore that he wasn't going to propose to you.

In the morning you wake to find Niall not in bed. You get up and make your way down the hall to the kitchen, finding him munching on some cereal sitting at the table. You get out some cereal for yourself and decide to eat out in the living room. You sit on the couch and sadly stir the floating grain around the bowl instead of eating it.

"Are you ok, love?" You hear Niall say in front of you, you glance up at him then look back down at your cereal.

"I'm fine, just extra tired today." You set your bowl on the coffee table in front of you, knowing you have no appetite.

"Really, what is it?" He pleads as he sits next to you on the couch.

"Really it's nothing." You try to keep your voice from shaking, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.

"(Y/N), what is it?"

"It's nothing!" You scream.

Niall looks at you in surprise.

"Fine!" You yell and stand up as you throw your arms in the air,"Eleanor told me she saw you practicing proposing the other day. And I was so sure you were going to propose last night but you never did! I was waiting all night, but I'm disappointed that you didn't. I was so sure you really loved me, that you wanted me to be your wife! Maybe I'm that naïve to think that you would..." Tears begin to fill your eyes, but there's a small smile on Niall's face that you can't ignore. "What are you smiling about?"

"You didn't look at your hand did you?" Niall says with a small laugh in his voice.

"What about it?"

"Look at your left hand."

You lift your left hand into view and notice the shiny ring on your ring finger. You wonder how it got on your hand. "But, but how..." You trail off.

"I slipped it on you right after I woke up. I was hoping you'd see it and figure it out."

"But, but last night, and what Eleanor said..."

"I saw her in the mirror and knew she'd tell you. I was originally going to propose to you last night but I knew you'd be expecting it. Sorry for leading you on like that and getting you mad at me. I'm sorry." He explains very sincerely. But then he gets down in front of you on one knee and takes your hand with the ring on it. "But will you marry me?"

You can't help but charge at him and hug him, knocking him to the ground. You kiss him passionately and focus on the feeling of your engagement ring on your finger. You pull away and cup his face with your hands.

"I'm taking that as a yes," He kisses you back, and you know you're going to have the best husband and you'll make him the best wife and make the best babies he could ask for.