Niall Horan Imagines

Story of My Life (Request)

The wind pushed the hair off my shoulders, and I continued walking down the path set up. I wanted it like that, with just a few of our friends and family. Niall had the four guys and his parents, and I had my parents along with Melody. It was better that way.

As Niall's eyes met mine, I remembered how he proposed to me.

I sighed out, groaning.

"I'm gonna be late for lunch with Mel, Niall," I whined, and he laughed again, which was all he'd been doing whenever I had said anything.

"We're here," he finally spoke, stopping the car. I was about to take the blindfold off, but he put his hand over my mine.

"A little longer," he told me, getting out and helping me step out of the car. He led me somewhere, up steps, and then inside to a nearly silent room. He sat me down in a chair, his hand lingering on my shoulder for a few seconds before he stepped away.

"What is going on?" I asked, growing impatient. He chuckled before I heard a guitar playing, and he started singing a few seconds later. I had never heard the song before, but I already liked it.

"Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain," he started singing, surprising me. The song went on, talking about love and loss, but I couldn't stand not to see his face any longer. I pulled off the blindfold, seeing him sitting in front of me.

"The story of my life, I take her home. I drive all night to keep her warm, and time is frozen," he let out beautifully. He sang through the whole song, making me smile and kind of want to cry.

"I loved it," I sighed, and he beamed at me.

"I wanted my girlfriend to hear it first," he smirked, and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm your best friend first," I reminded him. He nodded.

"Best friends forever," he sighed wistfully, remembering all the years we spent together. He stepped behind me to put the guitar away. I smiled happily, honored that I was the first one to hear the song.

"Do you want to be with me longer?" I heard him wonder as he continued to fiddle around on the desk behind me. I inhaled slowly.

"What do you mean?" I asked, and he stepped back to meet my eyes.

"Nadila, will you marry me?" He knelt down in front of me, and my chest felt tight.

"Oh, my gosh," I spoke involuntarily. He beamed at me, and I knew it was the right thing to do.

I felt him take my hands in his as my dress blew in the wind.

The ceremony made me so happy, and by the end, I knew he was perfect for me. I would never let him go.

And as I kissed him, he became a permanent character in the story of my life.

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thanks to nadihood for requesting this! So sorry for the wait!

thanks for reading babes. I'm thinking doing a short book of one shots for the new album FOUR. ITS SO GOOD AND NOT EVEN FROM A BIASED POINT OF VIEW like

What do you think?

Mel xx

p.s. this one wasn't mine