Saving Niall

Chapter FortyThree-The Speech

A few hours have gone by, all Niall and I have been doing is dancing, greeting our guest and flirting.
He would occasionally glance at me, back and forward, his bright blue eyes shimmering with the hung candles above us.
When he shook hands with a man or a woman, his arm would occasionally flex under his white cotton button up shirt.
I could see the shadows and flawlessness of his strong and soft muscles. 
With each greet, he would flash his impeccable smile towards others, luring them into the trance I was gladly put into. 
Running his fingers through his short, wavy blonde silk for hair, he sighed, looking down at me and grinning.
A short wedding director waddled over towards us, tightening his dark red tie. He said, "It is time for the speeches." 
Looking up at Niall, he energetically nodded, kissing me softly on the cheek, letting go of my arm and up the stage.

Taking a seat in the back at the large rectangular table for Niall and I, I crossed my leg, flashing a smile to my husband.
He creased his shirt and grabbed a glass of white Champagne. 
The crowd hushed down.
He blushed, looking down at the microphone.
"I've been on stages in front of thousands but I've never been as nervous as I am now!" He joked, causing the crowd to laugh.
Looking out towards me, he began his speech.
"Aria, my angel, it's not a journey, ever journey ends. But we go on, the world turns and we turn with it. Plans disappear, dreams take over.
But wherever I go, there you are. My luck, my fate, my fortune. The day I set eyes on you, my whole world changed. I no longer felt like the lost little puppy looking for its true human. You changed that, for the better. You saved me from the hate.
Whenever I look at you, it feels like the very first time. My stomach begins to flutter, my hands get all sweaty.
Every second of the day, I ask my self 'how did I get so lucky?'. That I will never know.
I love you from the moon and back. You're the one for me, Aria Horan."
Smiling, I looked down at my lap and wiped a tear of joy from the crease of my eye.
I stood up and walked towards the stage. When I got up there, I rushed into his arms and softly kissed his lips.
"Thank you, that was beautiful." I whispered, looking into his eyes.
His arms were around my waist as mine were around his neck.
"Nothing but the truth, my love."

Walking back to the table, Niall pulled out my chair for me.
"Thanks babe." I whispered, kissing his lips.
He sat down next to me and placed his and on my thigh.
Moments later, Noah, my brothers best friend tapped on the microphone.
"Is this thing on?"
Giggling, I held my hand to my mouth.
"Okay, good. Ariall, you too are extremely cute and meant to be, I'm dead serious. I've know Aria for about a good thirteen years. When I first met you, Aria, you were wearing a hideous green jumper stained with mud. 
Worms and dirt were tangled in your hair, since you were helping your mum with her garden, you were pouty because she spanked your bum for ruining her tulips. 
You would always play football with your brother and I, you always winning the goals.
Your brother told me on his deathbed, 'Noah, tell Aria that I'm proud. Tell her to never change.' Those were his final words to me.
Here I am, volunteering in his spot. Personally, I think Jared would be exceedingly proud of you." He finished, wiping his eye.
I grabbed my red napkin and wiped away my tears.
Niall's warm thumb stroked my cheekbone, trailing down to my rosebud lips.
I turned my head in his direction and smiled.
He removed his thumb from my lip and smiled, pulling me onto his lap.
"I love you so much, Mrs. Horan." He slowly whispered.

After the reception, My mum and dad drove Niall and I to the airport.
"You've got your tampons, right, dear?" Mum questioned, hugging us goodbye.
We were standing near the security section.
 "Mum!" I exclaimed, holding my hand up to my messy updo.
I was now wearing light blue jeans and a light purple jumper.
"What? He's your husband now, you're going to have to tell him these things." She explained, rubbing my cheek.
My father put his hands in his pocket.
"Actually, darling, we'd prefer not to know these things." He confessed, softly nudging her.
She smiled and rubbed his chest.
"Go on then! You're going to miss your flight." She beamed, giving Niall and I one last hug and kiss on the cheek goodbye.
Taking Niall's hand, we walked towards our terminal.

Seated first class, on the airplane, I was skimming through the map of Paris.
"Princess, what do you want to do tonight?" Niall asked, rubbing my knee.
I put the map back in my bag and rested my head on his shoulder.
"I think its best if we rest tonight and adjust to the time difference, then do whatever the heck we want the next. Does that sound all right?" I suggested.
Looking up at Niall, he nodded, kissing my forehead.
"Anything?" He teased, rubbing my upper thigh.
Blushing, I bit my lip, nodding.
"Anything," I whispered.