NIALL'S POV y/n and I got our ice cream and walked out of the store. she began to ramble and recount stories from when she was in junior high, giggling continuously. I always smiled, wanting to hear more or her intoxicating laughter. Eventually i began spacing while she was talking about her dog Marlee. the burnt pictures in the bathroom were filling my mind. I hadn't been comfortable destroying them. at least to be helping her. it was almost...awkward. "Niall, did you hear me?" her light voice snapping me back to reality. "oh, sorry. I was just thinking." "about what" she peered up at me. by the way my brows were knit together and I was slightly frowning, she must have known something was wrong. "Niall is anything bothering you? you haven't said a word." I put my words together. together. "I'm sorry, y/n. I'm just distracted. and the pictures were just...i don't know." worry played in her eyes but she quickly recovered. YOUR POV "I'm sorry Niall. you're right. you shouldn't have been there. I'm sorry..." I replied, realizing my mistake. Niall hushed me. "y/n don't say that ill always be there for you so don't apologize. it was just strange for me that's all." after clearing things up, we began to walk to Niall's house a few miles away. "have you ever walked this far before?" Niall asked as my pace slowed. "no. never." before I knew what was happening, Niall lifted me off my feet and started carrying me bridal style. "what is this?!" I practically screamed. "oh you don't like it?" he tease kissing my nose. "at least let me go piggy back." I replied. "i'll save this for our wedding." my heart fluttered but I giggled at his joke. he seemed pleased with himself. we walked like that for at least a mile before we arrived at Niall's house. a car was parked in the drive way. "Mum's home." Niall said cheerfully. he seemed excited to have me meet his mom. I was far from calm. "what if she doesn't like me? does my hair look alright?" I rambled off stupid questions, lapsing into an anxiety attack. Niall noticed and place his hands on both my shoulders trying to calm my breathing. "y/n. she will love you. maybe more than I do." I smiled and he chucked at his silly remark. "scratch that. no one loves you more than I do." wrapping me in a hug and kissing my forehead, I heard a click and his mother stepped out.
