Wait [third book to n.s.]

niall

The night was better than any concert Harry could've produced. Listening to him read the letters we traded was just incredible.

"Alright," Harry sighs with a grin, "that was so nice. Ni babe, that was like...a trip down memory lane."

I nodded and took his hand, interlocking our fingers. I ignored all the squeals and shouts and kept all my focus on Harry. This perfect man sitting in front of me that's literally throwing away his entire two year career for me.

"I love you," He said, not bothering to take his mic off. Harry was leaning over and kissing me right after he said it. I placed my hand on his cheek and kissed back as thoroughly as I could. The crowd didn't phase the way we kissed; softly with a bit of passion.

"Ni-Niall honey," he pulled away, "one more thing before we leave for tonight."

"I don't think we can handle anymore romance from you cuties!" Someone screamed.

"Just one more thing," Harry chuckled, reaching into his back pocket, "there's one more letter..."