11:11 - Niall Horan Fanfiction

Part 10

　

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Part 10

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

“Hey Britt!” you hear, and a smile creeps its way on your face.

“Hi babe.” you turn around, abandoning the full sink of dishes that you’d been working on to see your boyfriend of almost one year, standing in the doorway, cradling a bouquet of flowers.

“What’s this?” you wonder, drying your hands in a dish towel and making your way over to him.

“They’re flowers,” he says obviously, giving you an odd look, “duh.” he adds.

You laugh, shooting him a playful glare. “I mean why the flowers?”

“It’s a celebration for the first time you’ve washed the dishes!” he cries, peering over your shoulder at the sink of half-finished dishes, noting the fact that you hate doing the dishes.

You glare back, “no really, what is---” you stop, and gasp, running over to Josh to hug him. “it’s our one year anniversary!” you remember, feeling stupid and a tad embarrassed that you had forgotten.

“Finally.” he whispers, leaning closer to you. You can feel his hot breath on your neck. His face just inches from you. You shiver, closing your eyes slowly as his lips brush lightly against yours. For what felt like forever, you both stood, entangled in an electric kiss.

Finally he pulls away running his fingers through your blonde ringlet’s, “what shall we do today?” he wonders, skipping over to his coat and pulling out something from one of the pockets. You feel a smile make it’s way onto your face.

He pulls out a tiny red box, with a huge white ribbon planted on top, almost two sizes bigger than the actual box. “Ma’lady.” he hands you the box and positions himself behind you, holding your waist protectively from behind.

“Thank you sir.” you grin, untying the knots until you finally got the bow off. You pull the box open and your heart stops, nearly in its tracks.

“This is beautiful Josh,” you gap, turning around to kiss him once more.

“Ya think so?” he wonders, chuckling proudly.

“Absolutely perfect.” you add, your eyes landing on the gold crystal encrusted necklace that sits idly in it’s box. It is absolutely beautiful.

“Here,” he lifts the necklace from the box and you slowly pick up your hair, as he pulls it around your neck and carefully does the chain up. Before you let down your hair, he bends down and lightly kisses your neck, making you shiver once more.