If Niall had felt out of place in that town before, he hadn't the slightest what to call how he felt standing out front of Bluemont Manor. The house–if that was even what one would refer to it as–was incredible. It was by far, the biggest home he had ever seen in all his life. It was three stories high, every floor complete with its own wrap around porch and the front built up with brick and white carved columns offsetting the expansive front door. It was a mansion, an estate. A massive home built only for the rich and powerful.
Niall looked back over his shoulder at his scratched and dented motorcycle, parked right out front by the fountain, before peeking down at his attire. His only good pleated dress pants and, of course, his trusty leather jacket; he felt massively underdressed. Niall cocked a brow, settling on the fact that there was nothing he could do about it before slipping his comb out of his back pocket and gliding it through the side of his slicked back hair. He had no choice but to make the best of his situation and with the small gift box and a bouquet of flowers in his hand, he took a deep breath and began to make the rest of his way up the front steps.
He was greeted at the front door by whom he could only assume was their butler, and was eagerly encouraged to give up his jacket. As the butler stepped away, Niall lowered his head, nerves riddling his body as he stood in the middle of the marbled foyer, his feet practically stuck to the floor. He could hear the busy sounds of idle chatter and string music emerging from the main room just around the corner.
"Niall..."
Her voice, still hauntingly innocent and sweet, sprang across his ears as if it was suddenly the only sound in the entire house. His blue eyes slowly teetered upwards, caught by the enchanting sight of the girl who had captured his heart. Vivian had hoped the person coming through the front door was him, she felt as if she had been waiting all night for him to show and the pleased grin on her face was evident of that. Niall was almost studded immobile by the vision of her. He wasn't even sure where to look first; the lavender colored strapless gown she was wearing with its pearl-beaded bodice and chiffon tulle that fell to her mid calf, or the delicate show of her neckline, her skin silky and adorned with a single strand of pearls. Or her hair, gentle waves that swept across her bare shoulders and was pinned back just at the sides. Her lips, painted a soft hue of pink and her green eyes, modestly done up and smiling so sincerely at him.
He was left breathless. "Wow."
"I was hopin' that was you!" she exclaimed, bounding over to him and throwing her arms around his shoulders. Niall let his eyes fall closed, tipping his face downwards into the soft slope of her neck. His arms wrapped around her middle, holding dear to her as he faintly breathed in the intricate scent of her perfume. Vivian pulled back slightly, grabbing Niall's free hand to hold in her own. "You look so handsome."
Breathing out a smile, Niall took a moment to immerse himself in the beauty of her. "I've never seen anyone look so pretty," he finally said, his voice soft. "Here, I brought this for ya."
Handing Vivian the small box, she whispered a low 'thank you' as she looked down and took it from him. There was a tiny pink ribbon tied around it and Vivian felt as if the world was spinning faster and faster the longer she stared down at the gift. He really didn't have to get her anything, but even the thought, it made her cheeks flush with excitement. She couldn't believe that anyone could ever make her feel that way.
Peering back up at him, Niall gave her a boyish smirk, and they lasted another few moments letting their racing heartbeats subside before they heard someone behind them clear their throat. Vivian reluctantly looked over her shoulder, easing away to stand next to Niall but keeping her hand within his. "Daddy..." she said.
Tightening his fingers around hers, Vivian took note of the slight trembling of Niall's palm against her own as she had slowly begun to drag him towards her parents, who were standing right at the foot of the staircase. She fought to nibble at her bottom lip, not wanting to smudge her lipstick but the nerves inside her were bubbling up so fast, she wasn't sure if she would be able to hold them for long. Her father's stare was narrowed, studying and glaring at the boy who was beside his daughter and Vivian quickly glanced to her mother, feeling a tinge of relief from the kind smile she was offering them.
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Then There Was You
Fanfiction"It was late spring of 1958; Eisenhower was still president, the government had launched its first satellite into outer space and Elvis Presley had been inducted into the Army. The world seemed to be moving faster than anyone could have imagined, bu...
