Pink *Niall Horan Fan Fiction*

Chapter 36

Niall 

"Are you sure about this, Greg?"  I ask as we sneak out of the house two days after leaving Mum's.  It's nearly 8 in the morning, and Heather and Denise are still sleeping. 

"Don't worry, bub.  Denise is in on the plan.  Heather won't even notice you're gone."  Greg chuckles, and I sigh, worrying about her. 

"Niall, you two are so perfect together, I don't know why you're always so worried." Greg groans, as he knows me way too well. 

"I just don't want to lose her."  I sigh, as Greg backs out of the driveway of his little house. 

"Niall, you're not going to lose her." 

"Yeah, I thought that too, but I lost her anyway."  I groan, thinking about that dreadful time of my life. 

"But you're back together now, so stop thinking about it."  Greg punches my shoulder and I stare out the window as we head back into Dublin.  "This little store is the same store I bought Denise's ring in, and I know the shop owner, so if you don't find something you like he can make it for you."  Greg promises an hour later as he's parking in front of the jewelry store.  I nod and take a deep breath.

"Let's go."  I open my door and walk with Greg into the shop. 

"Ello."  A little old man cheers from behind the counter. 

"Hey, Mr. Martin."  Greg greets. 

"Eh!  It's Greg Horan!  How ye been?"  He asks with one of the thickest Irish accents I've ever heard, and I've lived here nearly my whole life. 

"I've been alright.  Mr. Martin, this is my little brother, Niall, lookin' for a ring for his own lady."  Greg grins, clapping me on the shoulder. 

"Well do ye know what you'd like?"  He asks, and I glance at Greg.

"Can I look around, first?" I ask, and Mr. Martin nods. 

"I want something simple, but something elegant."  I mutter, looking at ring after ring. 

"Can I see that one?"  I ask Mr. Martin, pointing at a wedding set nestled back in a corner of the glass display case.  Mr. Martin gets in the case and pulls out the most beautiful ring I think I've ever seen.  It's a round diamond accented with tiny diamonds down either side of the ring and it's other ring attaches with more diamonds framing the big diamond. 

"Greg, come look at this one."  I tell him, as I hold and study the ring.

"I think she'll love it."  Greg promises, and Mr. Martin nods. 

"You've got a good eye, Mr. Horan.  That's one of the best-cut diamonds I have, but you'll also be paying the price for it, too."  He says. 

"I don't care how much it is.  I need this ring in a seven."  I demand. 

"You're in luck.  That ring is a seven."  He says, and Greg smiles. "Cash or credit card?" 

"Well, how much is it?"  I ask. 

"2400 euros."  Mr. Martin says, and I resist the urge to choke on my own saliva.  

"That's not too bad, Niall."  Greg reasons, as I'm sure my eyes widened. 

"Well, she's definitely worth every penny of this.  Here's my credit card."  I tell him, pulling out the small piece of plastic.  It takes about another 30 minutes to get the ring wrapped up and paid for and get out of the store. 

"Now, we just need to stop by the store and grab some groceries that Denise made me promise to pick up in exchange for keeping Heather busy all day."  Greg explains as we drive to the nearest supermarket.