015| Happy Tears

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NIALL

     I looked up at the large pointed tower ahead of us, I stared in awe at it, as the sun was coming down it looked absolutely gorges. I felt a pair of us on me I sneakily took a glance at Liam, he was indeed watching me, but with that cute smile along with those puppy dog eyes of his. I fully looked over at him a smirk playing on my face, "Your a loser." I chuckled teasingly, he rolled his eyes playfully. He grabbed my hand intertwining our fingers a smile etched across his lips. 

   "C'mon we can be late." He had a teasing smile on his face. I bit my lip, rolling my eyes, suppressing a smile. We went to one leg of Effile Tower that brought us to the second floor, no one was there, I was shocked. I looked up at him my jaw snapped open. 

   "Did you... Did you rent out the second floor of the Effile fucking Tower?" I asked in amazement, he just shrugged. 

   "I guess I did." He nonchalantly told me a smile on his face. I was in awe a beautiful round table was set up in the middle, white and red checkered cloth draped over it, along with a candle in the middle of the clothed table creating a beautiful yellow glow. He walked over to the table grabbing a bouquet of roses off it, he faced me, "Do you like it?" The British man questioned. 

   "Like it?!" I shouted he had a look of embarrassment and horror, "I fucking love it!" I exclaimed, tears welling in my eyes, "This is the nicest thing anybody has ever done for me!" I said hugging him my pale arms wrapped around his torso. He hugged me back a few seconds after I hugged him, out of shock I guess, I felt safe, at peace in his strong arms, almost... At home...

   "Niall are you..." He trailed off as I, like the little bitch I am, sobbed into his shirt, happy tears obviously, "Oh no Niall... Don't- don't cry..." He said rubbing my back worry in his voice, he sounded panicked, "Um..." He rubbed my back softer and kinder, I pulled away from the hug wiping my tears with my wrists. 

  "It's... It's happy- happy tears!" I hiccuped in the middle of my sentence, "I'm sorry..." I said wiping more escaping tears. 

   "You hungry? We got..." I tuned him out focusing on his smile, how happy he was, it was different from the smiles of his I see on the telly, and on my sister's posters and basically, everywhere, it was genuine, the real Liam Payne.

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