Falling FOR Grace. (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter Five. The Date.

Niall's POV

"Niall stop pacing! I can practically hear your brain working from in here!" Louis shouted.

"I can't! I'm so nervous, I haven't been out with a girl sense..." I trailed off. I didn't even want to think of her right now.  

"Look, don't be nervous. Take her somewhere nice and romantic. Then, at the end of the night, KISS HER!" Harry suggested.

"Yeah I guess. I'm just really nervous... What if it ends up like last time?" I asked Liam.

"I guarantee it'll be fine mate. Just don't do anything stupid." Liam patted me on the back.

Zayn snorted, "Yeah or go to a bar!"

"Zayn, not funny!" Harry said, smacking him on th back of them head.

I'm hoping everything turns out with me and Grace.

It took me to realize, I was falling for Grace.  

Grace's POV

Gotta find something.  

Gotta find something.  

Gotta find something.  

I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO WEAR!

I fell onto my bed in irritation.

"What's wrong love?" Harry was leaning against my door, arms crossed.

"I have nothing to wear!" I exclaimed, my words muffled in my pillow.

"It's alight love. Just don't wear a short skirt. He HATES that." Harry advised.

"Thanks Haz."

I frantically searched through my wardrobe. The boys had went to my flat and brought over all of my clothing, shoes included.

I went to my closet and one dress caught my eye. 

I was purple, with a tan belt and geometric shapes.

It was a little short, but i'm going to wear my tan leggings underneath. 

My choice of heels were black leathery, with a short heel. 

"Perfect." I said to myself.

I curled my hair and put on red lipstick. 

"You are." I heard someone say.

Niall was standing at my door.

"Ready?" He asked holding out his arm. 

I linked my arm with him and followed him out the door. 

He drove us to a really nice Italian restaurant that looked VERY expensive. 

He opened my door for me. That gent. 

We headed inside and sat down in a booth. I;m surprised he didn't reserve one in the back. 

We had a waitress, go figure.

"Hello, my name's Clarrise, I'll be your waitress this evening. What would you like to start of with to drink?" She kept batting her eyes at Niall. 

"I'll have water please." Niall said.

"Same for me too please." I smiled.

She scoffed at me. "You know we have other drinks on the menu." 

"I don't believe that's anyway to treat a customer." Niall raised his voice.

"Whatever. Two waters coming up." She stomped off.

"I'm sorry about that." He said looking at me.

"No, i'm sure shes just a jealous fan." I said with a little giggle. 

"I'm sure you're right." He assured me with a smile.

The waitress came back with our waters. She "pretended" to trip and spilled my water all over me. 

"Oh my- I'm so sorry! I accidentally tri-" Niall cut her off.

"Save it. We're going somewhere else." Niall said standing up. "Have a nice night."

He grabbed my hand and we headed out to the car. 

"I don't understand why she was so rude! I'm calling their manager tomorrow and i'm not going to be very nice!" He shouted.

"Niall, it's okay. I know she wasn't happy I was with you. She's just a fan." I tried to tell myself that over and over again.

"It doesn't matter! no one treats my-" He stopped and looked at our hands connected. "My friend that way." He finished with a gulp.

So I guess we are only friends... Nothing more. It kind of made me upset. Niall was so sweet, and so caring. I really liked him, but I can tell he didn't like me. 

I let go of his hand and crossed my arms. Hugging my body tight.

"Grace? What's wrong?" He asked. He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. 

A tear fell from my cheek. I wanted him to let go of me and take me home. I was hurt.

"Look, if you don't like me I get it. I'm sure there are girls out there better than m-" He cut me off. 

He started shaking my shoulders so I would stop talking. 

"You don't understand. I've fallen for you, Grace. The night on the balcony, telling me your story, everything about you if perfect. I don't get how you don't think I don't like you! I wouldn't have done this if I didn't like you." 

I was standing there with my mouth open like an idiot. 

He giggled. "Grace, close your mouth. You'll get butterflies." He grabbed my chin and closed my mouth. Only, he didn't let go of my chin.

He leaned in, only he let go of my chin and grabbed my waist. He held me close to him. 

Our lips finally met, it seemed like an eternity. 

"Whoa." That's all that could escape from my mouth. 

He smiled. "So much for dinner, eh?" He said nudging my elbow.

"Yes, but I think this was much better." I was squealing on the inside. 

"I agree." He took my hand and we headed back to the car. 

He helped me into the seat, and we drove off. 

My eyes started to droop. Before I knew it, we were home. 

"Grace? We're home babe." Niall said quietly.

It was seconds later that I realized Niall was carrying me.

"NIALL! Put me down!" I screamed.

He started to laugh. We made it to the door and he pushed it open.

He refused to put me down, so he carried me to my room.

"Niall. Put me down please." I begged, tugging on his shirt.

He sat me down on the bed, and headed towards the door.

"I had fun tonight." He smiled.

"Me too." He painted one more smile on his face, and shut my door.

I smiled hugely and laid back on my bed, my hands resting on my stomach, thinking back on the night.