One Direction Preferences

The Proposal (5/5)

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Niall
It had been an extremely long day at the office, and by long, your talking breaking a heel and spilling coffee all over yourself-bad. All you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry, your boss chewed at your throat for filing a paper wrong and one of your co-workers called off sick, leaving you with piles, upon piles of papers. On your way home you had called Niall letting him know that you were picking up Chinese take-out for dinner. He couldn't complain though, he heard the frustration in your voice. By the time you got home your heels were off even before you got into your house. Niall heard the door opening and closing and meet you at the door, "Heya babe." He grabbed the bag of food from your hand and pecked your cheek. "Hi." You stated, showing no feeling of remote happiness in your voice. "Niall?" You called as he walked into the kitchen, "Huh?" "I'm just gonna go take a nap. Save me some food, alright?" Not waiting for a response, you dragged your feet up the stairs and into the bedroom you shared with Niall. You stripped off your work clothes and threw on one of Niall's hoodies. As you plopped down on your bed you heard some shuffling from down stairs but figured it was just Niall in the kitchen. Your eyelids soon became heavy and you felt yourself drifting off into a deep slumber-just what you needed from the day you've had. While you were sleeping you felt someone in the bed with you and something playing with your fingers, but only thought of it as something in your dream world. A few hours later your eyes began to flutter open, noticing the clock on your bedside table reading 8:05, maybe a three-hour nap was exactly what you wanted, you thought. You lifted yourself to lean on your elbow, checking your phone. As you were scrolling, you noticed a ring on your left ring finger-the hand that had been holding your phone-it wasn't just any ring you've seen before. No, this one, as you examined it more, had three large diamonds on the top, and all around the band were little diamonds, making it sparkle even in the dim light of your bedroom. "What the..." You began but then heard the door creak open, revealing a sheepishly smiling Niall holding a tray with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. "Dammit! Ya weren't supposed t wake up yet! It was s'posed to be a surprise." He said stomping his way over in a dramatic way that made you laugh. "Niall, what is this?" You said holding up the hand with the ring on it. He laughed that adorably addicting laugh, "Really Y/N? What does it look like t ya?" He said raising and eyebrow, taking a seat on the bed next to you. Your mind wondered a bit, but then realized, "Is-is this an engagement ring?" You asked, mouth agape. "Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!" He said laughing again. "What? But how? When did you? Are you serious?" Your voice rising in excitement. "Yes! Yes! Y/N, I'm asking you to marry me! I even got ya some champagne." "Oh my god! I can't believe this! Of course I'll marry you, you goof!" You exclaimed tightly wrapping your arms around his neck. "But what made you do this like this?" "I don't know. I've had the ring for a while now, and I just wanted it t be perfect, ya know? Just like you are..." "Aw, Niall!" You cooed pulling him in for a sweet kiss on his lips. "C'mon now! Pop open that champagne and celebrate!" Niall laughed at your cheering, knowing you both couldn't be happier.