Just By Chance || Niall Horan (2)

Chapter 18.

• Eighteen : Christmas Party •

  ✨December 23rd 2017;

I sing quietly as I pull my top over my head, dropping it to the floor before slipping into my dress. I grab the heels and slip them on my feet, also, before walking towards the floor length mirror and examining myself.

"Baby, are you ready?" Niall opens the door of our bedroom, dressed nicely in his suit, his tie a matching colour of my dress.

I take one last look at myself in the mirror, sitting my hair in place, and grabbing my clutch off the bed. "Yeah," I nod, meeting him by the door. He grabs my waist, pecking my lips.

"You look stunning."

"You look really good," I tell him, straightening out his tie. "Although you still suck at ties," I playfully roll my eyes, fixing it. He chuckles, kissing the top of my head.

Intertwining our fingers together, he leads me down the stairs and out front of our house, where a limo awaits. My eyes widen, turning to my boyfriend with a surprised and excited look on my face. He got a limo? A fricking limo!

"My baby-girl has to ride in style, don't you think?"

"You know I don't like you spending money on me," I shake my head, giving him a smile to show I was appreciative for what is in front of me, but more that I feel as though I'm not worth the money he works so hard to earn.

"I like spending money on you. I enjoy spoiling you. It makes me happy that I have you to spoil with money I have no idea what to do with. I know it makes you uncomfortable, but it shouldn't."

"Just as long as you know that even if you were poor, struggled to make it through a day with what money you had, I would still love you as much as I do now. I don't love you for your money, or your status, in fact, you could be homeless, not that I'd ever allow you to be, and you probably still would have swept me off my feet," he laughs, cupping my cheek in his hand.

"You think that me buying you things makes me feel as if you're using me?" I shrug, shying away from him slightly. "I never for a second would ever think you were using me. I know how hard it was for you to let me in Freya. I know how much you struggled with feelings you first had for me. I watched you break down at what that bastárd done to you, and I also saw how you began to feel comfortable around me; a genuine comfortableness. Don't ever feel as if you are a burden and undeserving of the money I spend on you. Stop hating the fact, that me, as your boyfriend, likes to buy you things. I like spoiling people I love, and since I love you that much more, and in a much more intimate way than others I love, I get a more satisfactory, and happy feeling when I buy something for you."

"Only if it means you don't complain when I buy you things," he agrees, kissing my head before carefully guiding me down the path and helping me into the limo.

It takes around an hour and a half to get to the event held on the other side of London. Niall and I had a nice time, however, sitting in the back of the limo and getting to know each other even more than we do now. I mean, yes, I could literally tell you everything about him that anyone would want to know. I could tell you the irrelevant, small details too.

How he bites at his nails when he's anxious or nervous.

How he always has to sleep on the right side of the bed, otherwise he tosses and turns the whole night.