Tangled (Harry Styles & Niall Horan Love Triangle) *SMUT*

No it's all me muff. (EXPLICIT)

Bouquet of white roses and a big box on the center of bed welcomed me when I entered our hotel room.

'Meet me on top of the Eiffel Tower.' a note on top of the box says.

I wonder who's doing this.

Is it Niall or Harry? I know Harry's back in Los Angeles but there's a possibility that he might pop out of nowhere, he's Harry after all. That boy is a walking box of surprises.

I sat on the bed and opened the box on my lap, revealing a gorgeous silky blue dress, it's length barely passes my knee, the back is designed to show off some skin, and the neck line... it's not something I can't manage though.

The dress is not slutty at all, it's actually very classy. Though it's very rare that I put on something like this, last time I wore a dress was when Harry brought me along some Awards night, I don't remember which exactly.

"I don't have heels." I didn't bring anything other than doll shoes, and sneakers, and neither will match this outfit. Maybe I should go down and shop very quickly.

But first, shower.

I grabbed my things and hurried towards the bathroom, when I opened the bathroom door a pair of silver stilettos winked at me. I crouched down to read the note beside it.

'You think I forgot this?'

My mind is already giving two thumbs up to whoever is behind this. He thought of everything. I wonder if there's any underwear hiding somewhere too.

-----

I arrived at the Eiffel Tower wondering where the hell am I gonna go or how am I going to get there, is it really going to be on top or it's just a figure of speech?

Yes. You should know by now, I tend to think a lot.

A guy approached me and assisted me towards the elevator, after letting me inside he pressed a button, then left me alone.

The elevator door opened and revealed a dining table set for two located at the center of unoccupied tables. I'm guessing he booked the whole place for tonight. The lights around the place are magical and I feel like I'm in a middle of a movie set or something. I walked towards the glass window overlooking the city and was mesmerized by the city lights below me, Paris is even more beautiful at night.

"Muffin."

Only one person calls me that, for a reason I don't even know.

Niall.

I spun around and my jaw instantly dropped.

Holy macaroni.

He's wearing a suit and his tie matches my dress. Most guys I saw wear their suit a size or two bigger for them, but for Niall, it fits him perfectly. I am ogling him, and I'm not going to deny it, I won't even try to look away.

He's so damn beautiful it hurts in me special places.

He started to walk towards me and my heart feels like it's doing some cartwheels inside my chest.

"You look gorgeous." He checked me out from head to toe before kissing me on the cheek.

ON THE CHEEK.

I desperately wanted him to kiss me on the lips, not on the cheek for God's sake.

A set of musicians suddenly came out of thin air and started to serenade us. Niall held out his hand for me to take and I gladly obliged. He led me towards the center of the room before putting my hands into his shoulders and placing his on my waist.