One Way Or Another

Princess [Niall Horan]

**IMPORTANT NOTE:-

This doesn't belong to me. I read this a long time ago off Tumblr, and I saved it into my computer. This is so sweet, that I could just die. It really made me feel like Niall's princess, even just a little bit. I have forgotten who the original author is, but I give all credit of this to her.

I repeat, this is not mine and I am merely posting this here for everyone to enjoy. Thanks :)

For my La ~<3

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Niall’s POV:

'Hey babe.' I whispered when I opened the bedroom door.

She looked at me with sleepy eyes and a sleepy smile. She’s in an oversized sweater and the covers are over her bare legs. I sit down on my knees next to the bed and stroked her hair softly.

‘You tired?’ I asked, making her nod.

‘Come here’ she mumbled and moved a bit.

I laid down next to her and took her tiny hands in mine.

‘How are you doing?’ I asked.

‘Quite good’ she mumbled, nuzzling  her face against my chest.

I let my hand go under the sheets and place my hand on her thigh. She shivers and pushes herself against me. My hand is lying on her battle scars. The scars she needed so badly to show herself what she thought she was worth it, what she thought she deserved. But she’s far from right. She needed someone who loves her like I do. Loving every scar she has, loving every imperfection, loving every mistake.

‘I love you’ I whispered against her hair.

‘Mmm, love you too’ she whispered and placed one of her legs over my hips to pull me even closer.

‘Can I have a kiss, gorgeous?’ I ask and lift her chin up.

She smiles and nods at me, leaning in to press a little kiss on my lips.

I smile against her lips and grab her sides, pulling her on top of me.

‘Niall’ she whimpers.

I know she doesn’t like it when I pull her on top of me, cause she thinks she weighs too much, but again, she was wrong. I love it when I feel her skin against mine, her chest rising and falling as she breathes, her legs tangled with mine, her tiny hands on my cheeks.

‘No baby. Please’ I beg her.

‘I want to feel you against me’ I whisper and wrap my arms tightly around her body so she can’t escape in any way possible. She sighs and nods, resting her head on my chest.

I love moments like this. Just me and her. We didn’t need to say anything or do anything. Just her presence made me happy. Knowing she was mine made me happy. Knowing she said I cured her made me happy. Just everything she does makes me happy.

I take her hand in mine and kiss all of her knuckles while she watches me. I push her sleeve up a bit and kiss her scars. You can still see them a bit, but that doesn’t matter anymore. I’m happy she stopped with ruining herself.

That’s how I met her. I went to the park, late at night when I heard heart breaking sobs and screams. Of course I followed the screams and saw her sitting against a tree. Her hand tightly clamped over her wrist. I immediately ran towards her and cuddled her, comforted her and replaced her hand with mine. I gently rocked her in my arms, trying to calm her down before I took her back to my flat to take care of her scars. That’s when I saw how beautiful and special she was. That was the place I fell in love with her. That was the place where she said I cured her. And God, am I happy I went out late that night. If I wasn’t there, she would still be ruining herself, without a doubt.

And I would still haven’t found the one, without a doubt.

‘What have you done today baby?’ I asked her, just to hear her voice again.

‘I’ve slept till it was noon and then watched tv, cleaned up our room a bit and cooked’ she says while I stroked her hair.

‘And I’ve missed you. It was too quiet’ she giggled, making me smile.

‘I’ve missed you too’ I whispered and pressed a kiss on her temple.

‘If I could, I would lock you into this flat so you can’t get out anymore, cause you make me feel good and loved’ she says grabbing my shirt in her hand.

Her other hand slides up my shoulders and grabbed the back of my neck. She sits up a bit and gives me little kisses on my lips. ‘You have no idea how much I love you’ I whisper and rub my nose against hers. She looks at me with those beautiful eyes and smiles cutely. She sits up and straddles my stomach. She grabbed my hands and leans on them. ‘Even my scars?’ she asks, her voice small and fragile.

‘Every single one of them, like I love every single piece of you’ I say.

Even if her arms and thighs are covered in many scars and she doesn’t love herself like I love her, to me, she’s still a princess.

My princess.

-owari-