Niall Blurbs

Fluffy Future

Your evening was routine. You walked through the door at 5, hung your keys up, the white and brown King Charles Cavalier bounding to the front door, tail wagging. "Hi sweet girl." You smiled and reached down to give her some pets. "Walkies when daddy is home." You cooed and laughed when her butt wiggled more. "Lay down, Molly." You told her and she bounded to her bed.

You get dinner started, Niall should be home on the half.

This chicken was going into the oven when you heard Molly's nails clicking and then the door opening and the keys tapping against the wall.
"Hey Molly girl! Who's my special princess?!" Niall praised the now whining dog and you smiled softly. You take the asparagus out of the pan and set it in a Pyrex.

"Now where is my favourite woman?" He came in as you turned a timer on for the chicken.

"Making my favourite mans dinner." You smiled to face him, arms wrapping around his neck as his arms wrapped around your waist. "Hi baby."

"Hi petal." He whispered and kissed your forehead, hands rubbing slowly up and down your back.

"We need to walk your special princess," you point out, lacing your fingers in the hair at the back of his neck.

"Since when do you need a walk?" He teased, leaning in to kiss your lips.

"She's whining at your feet." You whispered against his lips.

Which Molly was, looking up, ears perked, head tilted, and sitting on her haunches.

"Ours." Niall corrected and kissed your lips gently.

You hummed and gently pull away. "Go get her leash."

You watched as Molly followed Niall. The chicken was going to take some time to bake, should be ready when you two came back.

You went towards the front door and the two of them were waiting for you. You locked up and put your keys in Niall's pocket before taking his hand and enjoying the walk through the neighbourhood and the small trail. You two shared what happened in your day, talked about the upcoming tour, what was happening with your blog and how everyone was at the office.

The fact that Niall made a point to remember each person you talked about and to ask about them made your heart flutter. It showed he listened and cared deeper than just the surface of knowing your job.
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Dinner was full of laughter and discussion about who was doing what. Niall turned on golf and you had your head in his lap, reading a book, with his fingers pushing through your hair and nails lightly scratching at your scalp. Molly was tucked into your side, half her body on yours.
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You two shared a shower, washing each other and giving each other lazy kisses. Getting into the covers, the kisses and touching got heavy, the jammies that were originally put on were tossed to the floor.

After you two caught your breath, Niall cleaned you up a bit and you went to the bathroom. He opened the door for Molly to come and go as she pleased.

You get back into bed, not bothering to get dressed and you were happy that Niall felt the same.

Niall was laying in his side, head on his pillow. You mirror him but tangled your legs with his and resting your hand on his side.

Your eyes stared into his, his lips in a soft smile. "I love you." He whispered.

"I love you." You whispered back and lean in to kiss his lips gently.

"You sure you're ready for tour season?" His hand comes up to push some hair out of your face.

"Of course. Your two favourite girls will be here waiting and will travel to come see you." You nodded, squeezing his side. "Promise."

"I'm so lucky to have you." He whispered, smiling. "Loves sports, fantastic chef, bloody brilliant, and gives great head. Got a full package on my hands." Niall teased.

"And I only got a good package in your pants," you tsked before giggling. "I am lucky to have you baby."

"Can we get another dog?" He whispered, tracing your face gently.

You took a moment to think, "How about a kitten?"

He hummed. "You want a kitten?"

"Yes." You smiles and shrugged.

"We can look. Maybe after tour?"

You nodded, "Has to be a boy kitten though."

He chuckled softly, "Course. Can't have you ladies running the house." After you two giggled, Niall spoke again, "How many kids do we want?"

"I want a ring first." You traced his soft skin, enjoying the goosebumps that came up.

He stuck his tongue out at you. "Of course. After that?"

"Around five years after that-"

Niall interrupted you with a whine.

"Up for discussion." You say and lean in to kiss his nose. "I want two. Boy and a girl."

"Up for discussion." He huffed and scooted closer. "I want three." He nodded. "Can we incorporate blue into the wedding?"

"I want navy blue as our main colour, accents in pink and silver. You look so handsome in all three."

"And you look gorgeous in white." He complimented with a knowing look in his eyes. "We should get married."

"We should." You agreed and yawn softly. "Grow old in a house in the country with our kids and animals and you playing guitar on the porch-"

"Me singing to you and that will be the home we grow old in. Have all our grandchildren come to that house. Get some cows. Maybe a piglet or two." He sighed. "But first things first. We have to get married."

He cupped your cheek. "We do-"

"I want us to have a ceremony in London and LA. We can do the LA one for friends and be more of the party. The London one can be family. Try to keep everyone from travelling too much." You chewed your lip as you start to think. "Want to travel for our honeymoon? Backpack 'round?"

"That's the sexiest thing I've ever heard you say," he groaned and leaned in to kiss you chastely.

You giggled and kissed him back.

"You're not stressed about when I am going to pop the question?" Niall questioned.

"Not at all. I love you and you love me and we are each other's people and each other's forever." You smiled.

"I love you now and forever. You're my person. My love. My flower and my petal. I want children with you, I want you to come home to. I want to grow old with you and-and I want to do everything with my only. My home, you're my home." Niall whispered, smiling, wiping a tear from your cheek.

"Tears of happiness," you said quickly, not wanting to worry him.

"I want to marry you. Happy tears and angry tears... everything." He pulled his other hand out from under the pillow. "Will you marry me?" He was holding the ring between his thumb and forefinger.

You blinked at the sparkly ring, shooting upwards, not even bothering to hold the sheet.

"You got to be fucking me-"

"I will be after you say yes," he teased and sat up with you. "I know being proposed to in bed isn't the most romantic thing. But fuck... baby i love you and I want you to be mine forever."

You nodded, a sob of happiness coming from you, holding your left hand out shakily. "Yes. Of course." You choked out, letting him push the ring onto your finger. "I want to marry you!" You threw yourself into his arms.

He had tears in his cheeks, holding you close to his chest. "Sorry it wasn't at a fancy dinner or a-"

"Laying in bed and talking about our future together is perfect. Like you." You cried and kissed him, tasting your tears on his lips. "Molly! Mummy and daddy are getting MARRIED!" You called out and held your left hand above your face. "God it's gorgeous."

Niall laughed and buried his face in your neck, kissing gently. "We should go to Cabo this weekend." He whispered, biting on your neck.

"Yes." You gasped, arching. "You're not going to work tomorrow." You said, pressing your lips roughly to his.