Niall:
"Stop chewing on your tongue!" I spat, "Why are you so nervous?"
"I'm meeting my potential in-laws, how can I not ne nervous?"
"Just be you."
"I can't do that, I have to look and be poise and professional."
"This isn't a job interview, it's a life interview." I chuckled, fixing his collar before putting on his tie. "(Y/N), I don't want to mess up and have them think I can't take care of you."
"Even if they don't think so, I know you can."
"What if they don't like me? That says something."
"Niall, stop overthinking it. As long as you don't overdo it, you'll be fine."
"How's your dad? Is he strict?"
"Niall-"
"It'd be nice to know, (Y/N)! What if I talk about golf and he hates golf?"
"He does hate golf.."
"See! I need to know these things." I sighed as I handed him his jacket. "I need to take you to meet my parent so you can feel the pressure of it."
"Stop, okay?" I cupped his head, " They're going to love you."
"But there's the possibility they won't."
"I think you're a likable person."
"Because you're my girlfriend, you're supposed to say that." He grumbled as I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Any other girl would say so, but I'd hope that they keep it to themselves." Niall chuckled, "C'mon, kiss for good luck."
"Do I have to, (Y/N)?" He play-whined.
"It's mandatory." We both laughed before our lips came together, rolling slowly. My hands took his wrists, wrapping them around my waist before I hugged his neck.
"(Y/N).." He whined.
"What now?" I lowered my hands to his chest, kissing his chest.
"What if they come while we're kissing. What if they think I'm mouth-harassing you and-"
"Mouth-harassing?" He bit his lip, "Even if that was a real phrase, though I'm sure it's not, it's obviously consensual, right?" I moved his hands lower on my bum. "Why not get all these nerves out right now, hm?"
"Not around the food." I giggled as our lips reconnected, gripping my bum. Right when our tongues met, the doorbell wrang, Niall groaning. "Damnit!"
"We'll finish later."
"It's not that." He looked down worriedly. I gasped when I saw.
"Oh my gosh, you can't put it down? Is it not manual?" I yell-whispered.
"Times vary, which means your parents are never going to like me."
"I'm sure my dad'll understand-"
"(Y/N)!"
"You could just stand behind me until we sit down for dinner. Yeah, this is a good thing."
"How?"
"You'll be forced to stay in that chair, even when you get too nervous." Niall glared at me, "Just be yourself, okay? C'mon." I took Niall's hand as we walked over to open the door.
