Pink

10

Marry You - Bruno Mars

Pink's POV:

"You really did that?" Niall laughed.

I smiled and nodded.

"Wow," Niall breathed. He pulled me against his chest and nuzzled his face into my neck. "You're amazing. In every single way." He smelled of both manly cologne and gingerbread.

My body felt compelled to move closer and closer until our lips were inches away.

We both leaned forward and I felt my heart rate pick up.

"Are you as nervous as I am?" He asked me.

I nodded and gulped. He suddenly grabbed my face in his hands and poured a pitcher of cold water all over me.

Wait a minute.

Water?

I slowly opened my eyes to find a smirking Niall standing over me with an empty pitcher. My hair was stuck to my neck and an ice cube slid down my back.

"Niall!" I screeched and he laughed and ran away from my reach. I raked my hand through my hair.

What just happened? Why did I have that dream about Niall? And why do I want it to be real?

"What the fuck is going on?" I heard Harry growl.

"Sorry, Haz. I woke up Pink-"

"By pouring water on me!" I yelled. I heard Niall snicker and Harry groan.

"Will you two stop with all the yelling?" He rubbed his head. "I hate hangovers." He mumbled.

"Maybe you shouldn't go out and get drunk every single fucking night," Niall said under his breath.

I snickered and Harry slapped Niall. "When I don't have a pounding headache, I swear to god, I'll beat you to a pulp." Harry grunted and stalked back into his room.

"C'mon. Let's leave the princess to his beauty sleep."

"I heard that!" Harry called and Niall grabbed my arm.

"Let's go." Niall said excitedly. 

"Go? Go where?"

"Out."

"Niall, I just got up. I look like a mess, I'm in my pajamas and I have no makeup on." I crossed my arms over my chest. "And if we are going out, I need to know where, so that way I can go change my outfit."

Niall rolled his eyes. "You look perfect. Now follow me." He pulled me out of the apartment.

I look perfect? He said perfect. Like, flawless. Well, I have flaws. I mean, everyone has flaws. Maybe not Niall, but everyone else in the entire universe does. Especially Harry.

Bright flashes blinded us, and Niall pulled me to his back. "I'll guard you. Just keep your head down." I nodded and kept my hand intertwined with Niall's.

"I thought you and Harry are dating!"

"Ooh, look. Two whores."

"Pink, what do you think about you and Harry's relationship?"

"Have you two fucked yet?"

I gasped and Niall squeezed my hand. "Ignore them, alright?" We fought our way through the crowd and Niall ran down an alleyway. "This was a lot harder than I expected. Um, Pink? Can I ask you something?" 

I felt my cheeks flare up and nodded.

"Will you come to our concert tonight? I want you to be there." He smiled shyly.

"Sure, Ni. Anything for you."