I loved her

Chapter 3

Chapter 3>> Jaelyne's P.O.V

     "Jae." His thick irish accent rings in my ears. "Good morning, princess." He whispers into my ear, his breath tickling my neck. As my conscience comes out of it's drowsy state, I see Niall's blue eyes gaze into my brown ones. Our legs tangled in the bed, his arms securely wrapped around my waist.

      "G'morning babe." I smile, he kisses my cheek in return. My eyes trail over to the clock on our nightstand. "Shit. Niall it's two o'clock in the afternoon. Why didn't you wake me up?" As I tried to scurry off, a large arm pulled my waist back to the bed. " S'cause I wanted to cuddle." Niall pouted, reminding me of a three year old whose mom didn't give him the lolli he wanted.

     "At least let me make breakfast- or late lunch." I whined. I loved Niall, but nothing, and I mean nothing, will get inbetween my relationship with my food. "Oh. Food." Niall squeled like a fangirling pre-teen that just found out she won tickets to a Bruno Mars concert. We both scrambled out of bed racing to the kitchen.

     As if reading my mind, Niall grabbed the pankcake mix, eggs, and milk, while I got the rest of the ingrediants. We were like two chihuahuas, hyped to get food into our mouths.

     After we were done, we served ourselves and sat down. I forgot everything around me for the first couple of seconds as I began to chew on my food, moaning every other swallow. Damn, I was hungry, looking up I saw Niall smirking at me making my eyebrows wrinkle together.

      "Whaa-" I said, forgetting that I had lumps of food still in my mouth, in the most unladylike manner. "I love you." He said lightly, still making my heart flutter. "I love everything about ya Jaelyne, the way ya smile about anything. The way your eyes light up when I mention food." My cheeks reddened, do I really do that?

     "The way you ignore the way people treat you, and how it makes you love them, and treat them with such kindness." By now, Niall took me into his arms, making me feel safe. "I love your smile. Your adorable dimples. I love the way your eyes look like chocolate. I love your eyebrows, your wee little nose," He said leaning, rubbing the tip of his nose to mine, making me giggle. "Stay with me." He whispered. "Niall, I live with you." I replied rolling my eyes, the corners of my lips pulling up at the memory of when Niall first asked me to move in with him. I was just sixteen at the time, the idea seemed ridiculous to me.

      That was a year ago, now Niall is nineteen, and I'm still trying to finish school. Our appartment is now filled with pictures of Niall and I, our adventures, our memories, our love, captured in frames that are placed all over our walls. I loved our appartment, but most importantly I loved Niall.

     "Marry me." He said taking me out of my thoughts. "Niall, I-I have to finish school and, you need to go to Uni, and we are just too young. And what about the decorations, we have to get permission from the court, we need money, I-" He laughed causing my face to contort in confusion. "Not now babe, later. Just promise me, you'll always be mine." He asked, his blue eyes pleading, digging into mine.

     "Forever and Always." 

>>Two weeks later<<

     "Ooh- Niall! Look at this one," I pointed towards the rings displayed in the window. Niall and I were bored at home so we decided to go window shoping at the pier. Two small golden rings were gleaming at us behind the glass window of Briar's Antiques. "Er, come one." 

       As we entered the shop, the bell rang alerting the clerk that we were in there. A small elderly woman looked up at us from her desk and smiled at us, "Hello children. Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked us. Her face looked wrinkled by time, but her voice was alive and full of youth. "Oh we just wanted to take a peek at the rings in the window display." I dont know why, but I was excited. I think that those were the rings, our wedding rings.