Picnics and Rain

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Niall's POV

"Niall, do you know how much I love you?"

"Thiiiiiis much?" I ask, spreading my arms wide.

"Nope," she says, popping a grape in her mouth.

"Oh," I say, trying to look disappointed.

"I love you turdy-seven times more," she laughs.

"Stop making fun of me!!!" I shout. I had said it in a part of the movie, and she hasn't let me forget about it.

"It was ADORABLE!!" She says, trying to make me feel better.

"Hmph," I say, turning my back to her.

"C'mon, baby," she says. I fold my arms.

"Niall, I have a present for you."

"What?" I ask, fake coldly.

"Turn around."

"No."

"Please?"

"Nando's?"

"Better,"

"Better than Nando's. No way," I say, turning around. She jumps at me, pressing her lips on mine. We kiss for a while, then I feel a drop of rain.

"R-RAIN?!" She shouts as it gets really heavy.

"No!" I shout, throwing the food in the basket, and grabbed the blanket and covered us, as we run into a cave-like tunnel thing, and we laugh our heads off.

"We should probably-" she's cut off with the sound of my phone ringing.

"Niall. It's raining really hard."

"Cheers,"

"Haha do you want me to come pick you two up?"

"Nah," I look over at her perfect face, "we're good."

"Okay, call me if you change your mind!" I hang up, and sit down. Ariana rests her head in my lap.

"Hey Niall,"

"Yeah?"

"It's raining,"

"Thanks for telling me that my name's Niall Horan."

"I said it was raining. Not your name..."

"It was a joke, Ari." We talk about her job, and touring, and so many things. It has been a while since we had done this, and it felt nice.
Then, she gets up and goes out into the rain.

"Ariana!"

"C'mon!" she urges, offering her hand. I laugh and take it. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I place my hands on her waist. She puts her head on my shoulder, and I look into her wavy strawberry-blonde hair, and ask myself; Why do I deserve this wonderful girl? I'm a worthless, foolish boy who drives millions of girls insane. What did I do to make myself worthy of her?

"Niall?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you,"

"I love you too, princess."

"Niall?"

"Hm?" I can feel her playing with her rings.

"Do you remember when we first met?"

"Every second."

"Remember I told you that I had a boyfriend?"

"Yeah..."

"I lied," she whispered. "I just wanted you to be jealous."

"Aww, that's so sweet!" I say, making her blush. I hear laughing, and we turn around, my arm sit around her waist protectively.

"You two are adorable!" I hear Zayn laugh.

"Too cute," Harry agrees.

"What are you guys doing here?" I ask, loosening my grip on Ariana.

"We came to pick you two up," Liam explains.

"Where are the girls?" Ariana asks.

"Somehwhere," Louis says, offering us an umbrella.

"Thanks," Ariana says as I open the umbrella over us. We go into the cave thing and get our food, and then go back to the car. We file in, and go back to the hotel, where we change into dry clothes, and go to bed.

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