Stacy's P.O.V
I loaded the last box into my Range Rover, shutting the trunk and turning towards Jo and Declan. Jo was pouting, tears shining brightly in her eyes. "I cant believe you're leaving." she cried. I pulled her into a hug, rocking her back and forth. "Jo Im only fifteen minutes away." I said. She pulled away, scoffing. "That's fourteen and a half minutes more than before." she replied.
I rolled my eyes, turning to Declan. "You ready?" I asked. He nodded. Moving in with NIall, all I had to pack was my clothes, shoes, and jewlery. Oh and makeup. Just a few fifty boxes. Most of my stuff was already at Niall's though, so I was just bringing over the last of it. I needed Declan's help to drive the Ferrari back while I drove the Range Rover.
How many cars do we have in the parking garage you ask? Four. Why do we have four cars? Because we want four cars bitch. Im sorry, I didnt mean to snap like that, but seriously.
As I parked my car, Declan parking behind me, I saw Niall stood patiently along with Louis and Liam waiting for me. I ran up to him, kissing his soft pink lips before going into the flat, leaving the boys to carry in my boxes.
I looked around at all the boxes, sighing and smiling, satisfied that this is now my home. Mine and Niall's home. The Horan-Keeler residence. As the last of my boxes were put into the bedroom, Declan went back to ,now, his and Jo's flat.
Niall was laying on the bed, holding a beer in one hand, and watching me as I started putting my clothes away. "Babe.." Niall called from the bedroom. Putting the last of my shoes on the shelves in the closet, I walked out to the bedroom. "Hmm?" I replied.
He pointed to a disregarded box in the corner. "What's in the box?" he laughed. I looked at it, confused. "I dont know. I dont think that's mine." I said, making my way over to it. I picked it up, carrying it back to the bed. I sat in between Niall's legs, his arms wrapped around my waist, and his chin rest on my shoulder. He watched as I opened the box slowly, peering inside.
I pulled out a white polo shirt. On the collar was red lipstick. It spelled like peaches, but also a familiar scent. A scent of chocolate and mint. Niall's scent. I lifted it up, craning my neck to face him. "Is this yours?" I asked. Niall gulped before nodding. I felt a small pinch at my heart, feeling like nothing good could come from this. "Why is there red lipstick on it?" I asked.
"When we were in Wolverhampton, I was attacked by fans. One actually got close enough and tried to kiss my cheek but missed me." he explained. I felt an overwhelming sense of relief, letting out a deep breath, and slowly nodding before smiling. "Okay." I said. I looked back down at the box before another question popped inside my head.
"Why didnt you have your shirt?" I questioned. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "When did you take off your shirt?" I asked. "When we were at the hotel. I guess I left it there. Is there a return address?" he asked. I looked down at the box, shaking my head. "Nope." I replied.
Niall started kissing down my neck, taking the shirt out my hands and tossing it to the side. I kicked the box to the floor, turning around and straddling Niall. I took his shirt off him, my hands trailing down his body. Niall kissed my lips, squeezing my bum. "Nothing happened." he said after awhile.
I sighed. Searching his eyes for any sort of hint of lying. But there was nothing. Nothing at all. I smiled, cupping his face. "I believe you." I said before pressing my lips to his. "I love you." I moaned. Niall groaned, grinding my crotch into his. "I love you too." he whispered, lifting my shirt off of me.
Niall's P.O.V
I watched as Stacy walked into the en suite bathroom to shower. Her hips swayed as her beautiful brown hair bounced slightly. I licked my lips, not really believing how I could ever be so lucky.
Getting up from my bed, I roamed over to the kitchen, very hungry. What? I know Im always hungry, but Stacy really knows how to work up an appetite.
I scanned the refridgerator, looking for something to eat. Fruit? No. Vegetables? Hell no. Chicken salad sandwhich? We have a winner! Closing the refridgerator door, and sitting on the counter and eating the sandwhich happily.
I let my legs swing around as I thought about the strange box that was delivered. I havent seen that shirt since we were in- "Babe." Stacy's soft voice interupted my thoughts. "Yes babe?" I asked. She smiled, walking over to me, standing right between my legs. She leaned in closer to me, going in for a kiss. Or so I thought. She stole the other half of my sandwhich.
"Hey!" I whined. She stuck her tongue out at me before joining me on the counter top. She rested her head on my shoulder while eating. I felt butterflies fill my stomach. This was what I've wanted for so long now, and I finally have it.
Stacy loves me, I love her, and we live together. It's moments like this that I believe that Im the luckiest guy on this earth.
