Prince Charming

I'm Yours

♡ Anriette's POV♡

"What?" I breathe, stunned. I must've heard him wrong. "You're joking," I laughed.

"No Anri. I mean it," he smiles.

Oh.

My.

God.

"Ni, I'd love to marry you,"

"Really?"

"Of course, but we've only been dating for two years! We haven't even gone on a proper date!" I explain. It's every girl's dream to marry Niall Horan, and I'm getting the chance. 

"So, what? Two years is enough time for me to know that I am in love with you. Truly, madly, deeply in love with everything about you. Your laugh, smile, your body... you're the first thing I think of when I wake up and when I go to sleep. Anri, I am so in love with you," he gushes, staring into my eyes.

"AndI'm in love with you, Niall. You know that. But, marriage? I mean, are you crazy?"

"Yes, marriage. Anriette," he took both my hands in his. "I know there's never going to be anyone else for me but you. And spending the rest of my life with you doesn't scare me. I mean, you live with me. You sleep with me. The only difference is there'll be a rock on this finger," He smiles, circling his thumb on my ring finger. "And you'll be all mine. 'Til death do us part."

Oh my god, my heart is soaring.

"Niall, that's the sweetest thing that's ever been said to me. But, I can't help but feel this is wrong."

"What's wrong? We're two people in love, who's to say we can't get married?"

"No one. No one can change my love for you. It's just, It's so sudden. I can't help but feel you're doing this to label me and show it off to Harry, or to get back at your management, or something," I admit, the walking on air feeling fading off and sending me back down to Earth. "You shouldn't do something like this unless you're certain. What if you fall out of love with me, but you wanted me all to yourself so we did get married? And then you can't change that?"

"I won't want to change that, I won't fall out of love with you," he frowns.

"I know you think that. I know you're willing to risk everything for us. And so am I, but I can't risk my heart, Niall. I can't marry you yet," I admit, shaking my head.

"Anriette, please, just listen to me!" he raises his voice out of desperation on the last part, but it still causes me to jump. "No. Don't do that. Please. You can't be scared of me," he pleads.

"I'm not scared of you, Niall. I'm just sensitive to yelling, so it startled me, is all."

I can tell that Niall is really upset by my refusal. It hurts my heart a bit to see him like this.

"Listen to me," he begs, walking towards me slowly. "I love you. I love you more than I love anything. Love is just a word used to describe feelings you've never felt before, that make you feel like you're flying. That make you want to bottle it up and pour into your coffee with breakfast. It tastes like a thousand stars. It clouds everything in your vision but the person you're loving. And that is you. You're all I see through the cloud of happiness. I love you more than life itself. I love you more than the feeling of love allows," he beams.

At this point, I can't contain myself. I begin bawling tears of joys, before wrapping myself in his strong arms. He scoops me up instantly and begins kissing me.

In that moment, time stopped. I wasn't worried about what people thought of me, or Harry Styles, or other girls in pictures, anything. Nothing could break us apart.

Niall laid me down on the mattress and kissed me everywhere. From my cheek, to my neck, to my chest, everything was perfect. We had been waiting for the right time, and we both knew that this was it. Niall and I finally let our love come together in bed.

A love that can prevail through anything.

A two year long love, that will now last forever.

After, we laid together.

"I love you," Niall whispered, his breath hot. He placed a kiss to me, his forehead sweaty.

Niall got out of bed to get something from his drawer, hiding it behind his back. He came back and took my hand in his, kneeling on one knee in front of me.

"Anriette Cecilia Macy Tomlinson, will you marry me?" Niall asked, the most adorable smile on his face. In his eyes was a mix of excitement and anxiety. I smiled back, as a tear rolled down my cheek. I was wrong. It wasn't impulse. He had a ring. He truly wanted to marry me all this time. He meant every word.

"I'm yours," I beamed, as he slid the ring on my finger.

"Always mine," Niall smiled, kissing my hand and climbing back into bed with me.