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Niall's POV
Fuck, I just can't do this. I can't get over her, but I also can't act like I did because she's going to hate me even more. Does she really even hate me though? Thank god she's gone, because there's not much stopping me from just grabbing her again. I feel like a fucking animal, but I really just can't help myself. The way she threw her shirt off and seeing her all sweaty drove me literally mad. The lack of control in this aspect of my life is eating away at me though, and my OCD is severely acting up. I decide to take my mind off of it I better re-organize the pantry. This will help, I just need to feel in control of something. Luckily, I left some of my instructions pretty vague so I can actually clean when I'm home alone. The act of alphabetizing my cans is enough to finally let me feel that I have a grasp on things, even if it's only for a moment. I finish the pantry then move on to the cupboards. Everything has just been thrown in, and I have to stack it all and make it look presentable. I like to organize by size and color, so I take everything down and put it in piles. I am just finishing up my mind-numbing task when the front door opens. Rose is back, and has a suspicious package with her as she runs to her room. I know she told me not to follow her, but I am very curious to what she's doing. I decide against it, but realize that I should probably get ready for whatever she is taking me to do tonight. I like getting dressed and doing my hair. It's nice to do it myself because I spent so many years having my clothes picked out for me and my hair styled by someone else. I decide on some black trouser type pants, very comfortable, and a white striped, short-sleeved button down with a black pocket to give it some pop. I choose my gray suede Chelsea boots, and look in the mirror. Damn, not bad at all, I forgot how much I love this shirt. I move into the bathroom and grab some of my favorite hair product. It smells so good, and it makes my hair feel soft but still holds it up in the quiff I like. I work it in, and use my blow dryer to perfect the style. My face looks a little tired so I splash it with some cold water and put on this weird moisturizer Lou got me hooked on like 4 years ago. I immediately look better, and go to chill on my bed until Rose said to be ready. I hear her clambering about in the house, and I am pretty sure she goes outside and comes back in, but I stay put. Its getting closer to 7:25, so I make my way out to the living room. I hear her still crashing around in her room when I walk by, so I don't know how long she will be. To my pleasant surprise, she meets me in the living room at exactly 7:25 and she looks stunning once again. She has to quit doing this to me, its like she's tempting me on purpose. She's wearing white skinny jeans that hug her curves perfectly, a black lace see through lingerie looking top, and one of those gray long floppy looking jackets. Her black sandal heels make her legs look even better, and I swear her skin is glowing. How can she be so ravishing all the time, it makes no sense. She has been sizing me up as much as I have been her, but breaks our silent staring with, "You look perfect, are you ready to go?" I immediately respond with, "You look brilliant, but may I ask where we are headed?" She just laughs at me and goes to out to the car. Ugh, I hate not knowing whats going to happen. I love being in control, hell, I need to be in control. I follow her to the car, and get in the passenger seat. She starts the engine, and it purrs while she lets me choose the music. I put on my Spotify playlist, but choose the order of the songs. I play One of These Nights by The Eagles first, because its basically saying that the guy is going to get the girl eventually. I hope she picks up on my message, but I think its pretty clear. I have also queued up Let Me Love You by Justin Bieber and Into You by Ariana Grande. I mean she would have to be completely oblivious to not realize what I'm doing. We drive for only about 15 minutes, and she pulls in to a strange parking lot. She parks abruptly, and I look over to her. She has a devilish grin painted across her face, and I don't really know what to make of it. We're in an industrial area, so there is definitely no food around here. Oh my god, did she get the "hidden message" of my song choices and she's pulled over to make out? God, I kind of hope so. "Ok, were almost there, but we have to walk the rest of the way. Is it ok if I blindfold you? I don't want you to see until were there" she says. I just nod, and she continues, "Good, I'm glad you trust me" and smiles again, heavy with mischief. She opens up her center console and takes out a blindfold. She unbuckles her seat belt and leans closer to me. I feel her delicate fingers brush past my ears, and the familiar tingle of when her skin touches mine is back. I love this feeling, of her being so close, her breath down my neck as she secures the tie behind my head. She smells amazing once again, and I still just cannot pinpoint why I know her scent. I wonder why she's being so secretive, but honestly I don't care. I realize in this moment that I would literally do anything for her, and I need to fucking tell her. I am pretty sure that were going to have an intimate dinner so I can tell her then. I don't care what anyone thinks anymore, and I don't care if she decides to reject me, she just needs to know how I feel. She finishes securing my blindfold and gently boops my nose to make sure that I cant see anything coming. She grabs something from the back seat, then is out of the car, and suddenly at my door. She grabs me by the hand, and leads me for like five minutes, I hear two doors open, and then she's right up by my ear. She whispers, "Ok, on the count of three I'm gonna take off your blindfold," she pauses to let me confirm that I heard her, unknowing that she is sending shivers down my spine with her soft voice, "One, two, three!" She rips off my blindfold and I am met with bright colored blue and green lights and about one hundred people screaming:
Surprise!

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