Imagine, waking up to Niall, arms wrapped around you as you lay in bed. You hear the alarm clock and he groans and pulls you in closer. "I don't want to get up" he says, eyes still closed, he kisses your forehead. After five minutes of laying snuggled together, he gets up, walks to the kitchen, and brings you coffee; a latte, two shots, two sugars, to be exact, and reminds you, (as he does everyday) how beautiful you are. You smile and he grabs his guitar and starts to play around on it for a little bit. You look at him and he continues to play. You cant help but think how lucky you are. He's all yours and you're all his. Or so you thought.
