Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine for Missy!

*Niall’s POV*

Maybe it was just me, but she looked especially bright that day. Bright in the sense that she was almost glowing, when the sunlight would hit her at just the right angle and she’d throw her head back in a hearty laugh. I could feel my palms growing sweaty at just the sight of her, as my mind wouldn’t let me forget what I had planned to do that day.

In my head, though, I really wasn’t very steady. My mind was all over the place, and the reality of what I was about to do flooded my thoughts. I was so nervous, for the first time in a while, that I actually had to focus on what I was doing. Noticing my shaky hands, I knew that my voice would be just the same. That didn’t stop me, though. Maybe if she would notice the shakiness to my voice, she’d understand how badly I wanted this. How badly I wanted to call her mine forever.

I had plenty of time to lead up to this moment, with certain words or even actions. But as I dropped to one knee, pulling the tiny box from the pocket of my jacket, I decided that I didn’t want to wait any longer. She knew exactly what I was doing because her eyes teared up immediately, and it still bothered me that she was crying. She’s happy, Niall. Those are happy tears, don’t worry.

I cleared my throat, stabilizing my fingers long enough to open the box. The ring that I chose just for her sparkled almost as much as she did. I swallowed hard, before opening my mouth to speak.

“When I was a boy,” I started, trying to remember the words I had practiced in front of the mirror several times. “I would sometimes wonder if I’d ever fall in love. I never knew what it meant to need someone until I met you. But, there isn’t a thing about you that I don’t need.” I had to stop myself to catch my breath, because it seemed as if I had lost it along the way. “Will you marry me, Missy?” I managed to ask her. Through all of the nerves, I managed to push the question through my lips and I was proud of myself for it.

She squealed and I wanted to giggle, but I contained myself with a serious expression on my face. I had never been so impatient in my life. I wasn’t frustrated, I was just eager. I wanted- no, I needed an answer from her.

“Yes, yes!” She cried, opening her arms, and I flung myself into them. My breath was uneven, and I swayed with her in my arms. I still held the ring in my hand. She sniffled and I felt her breath blow across my neck as her tears fell onto my shoulder. Instinctively, I wiped the tears from her face with my thumb. She reached up and did the same to me, and that’s when I realized that in the midst of this all, I had started crying, too.

I fumbled with the ring, but I was still able to slide it on her finger, pleased with how perfectly it fit her. I brought her hand to my mouth and pressed my lips to it, settling my eyes on hers. She smiled softly and I couldn’t have been happier in that moment.

**I obviously wrote this in Niall’s point of view, so I hope you don’t mind! And, of course, I hope you liked it!**

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