Niall Horan Imagines

Onions (Alternate Ending)

“Is it supposed to look like this?” I asked skeptically. In front of me was a pan of chopped onions sizzling in olive oil, and I was tentatively poking a spatula at it. I had never actually cooked anything from scratch before so I had no clue what I was doing.

Niall came up beside me, his shoulder touching mine. 

“It’s perfect,” he said. “See, you’re better than you think.” He gave me a peck on the cheek. “Just keep pushing them around so they don’t burn.  I’ll be back in a second.” He flashed his knee-buckling smile at me and headed out of the kitchen. 

I smiled at my browning onions as the feeling of his lips lingered. 

A minute passed and I heard something smack up against the window above the sink. I gasped and turned around to look. There was nothing there. It didn’t help that it was dark outside; all I could see was my startled reflection in the glass.

“Niall,” I called, not taking my eyes off the window. Things like this always creeped me out more than necessary.

“What is it?” he answered, coming back into the kitchen.

I felt relieved by his presence. “Something hit the window and it scared me,” I said, turning to face him.

“It’s alright,” he chuckled. He came up to me and wrapped me in a warm embrace. “It was probably just a bird, or a moth.”

“Only a giant moth could’ve made that sound,” I said.

He laughed and kissed my hair. “I’ll just have to go out and look for it then.” He took my hand and we walked to the patio door. “You want to come out with me?” He opened the door and a cool breeze fluttered in.

“No, that’s okay. I’ll just wait here.”

He stepped out onto the patio and out of sight. I could hear his bare feet padding across the concrete towards the window. I warily stared out into the dark, quiet forest as I waited. It felt like there was someone out there.

I could hear Niall coming back, thankfully. “Well, it wasn’t a giant moth,” he said.

“What was it?”

“Let’s just get back to making dinner.” He stepped inside and closed the door.

“Niall?” It wasn’t like him to be secretive.

“It wasn’t anything, just forget about it.”

I had to know why Niall was acting like this, and my worry overrode any fear I might have had. I opened the door before he could stop me and went to look for myself.

“What…?” There was a small red present box under the window. I picked it up, confused. Why would Niall not want me to see this? 

I looked back at him and he was smiling. 

“Open it,” he said.

I took the present into the porch light and unwrapped it, wondering. 

Inside was a palm-sized red box made of velvet. When I opened it I gasped. A diamond ring was staring up at me.

Before I knew it, Niall was kneeling in front of me his hands around mine.

“(Y/N), will you marry me?” he asked tenderly.

I didn’t know what to say. I had just been scared, then worried, then confused, and now surprised. 

Only, I really did know what to say. “Yes! Yes, I will.” 

Niall stood up and pulled me close. We shared our first kiss as an engaged couple.

Then we both jumped as a shrill beeping came from inside.

“I think we forgot about the onions,” I laughed.

“Let them burn,” Niall grinned as he leaned in to kiss me again.

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sorry guys omg

my sister wrote the last one and this one, and she wanted to see your reaction. it was hilarious xD

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