I Remember You

A Nouis Imagine: This Day Shall Come

Louis P.O.V.

I walked up to the door of my beloved Niall's flat on Monday, May 5th. The storm was setting in, blasting water all over me. I'm used to this New York weather anyways so no biggie.

When I looked around, I noticed that Niall's parents car wasn't here. Perfect timing, I thought to myself. It's not like they didn't accept us it's just that I want to be alone with Niall to tell him this.

Me and Niall have been together for three years now, since I was 21 to be exact. At first I was shy to the world, not wanting them to know how I really was. But as soon as I met Niall, I knew I had to be a big boy and stand up for myself or my opportunity with Niall would be gone. So I did it.

And now here I am, Louis Tomlinson at Niall Horan's house. I knocked five times because he would never hear since he's always listening to music.

Two seconds later, the front door opened up, revealing a shirtless Irishman. I knew he was gonna come up with a smart remark until he saw me drenched in rain.

"Get inside." he said and yanked my arm and pulled me inside. This is what I love about him. He can be some random crazy guy most of the time, but he always has his sweet side.

I stepped inside the living room as Niall went to his bedroom to grab me some dry clothes. He's a few years younger than me so some people think that our relationship is awkward, but f*ck them.

"Here." Niall said and threw the clothes at my face. "Change in the bathroom."

I did as told and went into the small bathroom in the hallway. A plain white T-shirt and blue jeans is what he gave me. Quickly changing, I placed my wet clothes in the hamper near the tub. He can bring them back later, I thought.

I exited the bathroom and heard clanking noises coming from the kitchen so I followed it. When I enter the room, Niall is mixing some dessert mix in a plastic bowl at the counter.

"Whatcha making?" I asked in a cool voice.

"Cupcakes." he answers shortly. Niall's always loved food. He avoids eye contact with me for a few moments before I break. "What's wrong?" I asked softly and grip his upper arms.

"It's... just-just that I feel like you're breaking up with me." I stand there confused. "Why would you think that?" I love him so much. More than I would actually say because I usually put my ego before him. But not anymore.

"I-I was actually going to do the opposite of that."

"What do you mean?" Niall asks confused like a lost puppy, although they don't talk. Man I cannot believe I'm doing this. I'm so nervous.

I bend down on one knee and a gasp escapes Niall's lips. I then pull the ring out and ask the four words, "Will you marry me?" He squeals with a girlyish tone and I find that odd because he's not that gay type. He doesn't even answer my question, just crashes his lips into mine. So I'll take that as a yes.