So You Love Nando's More Than Me? [One Direction Fan Fiction]

That Jerk...When Can I Marry Him?

That jerk. I can't believe him.

Let me back up a little.

After composing myself, I finally had made my way down the stairs to the parking lot. I expected to find Niall waiting for me but he was no where to be seen. Paul's car was gone too. Then I started to worry.

"Niall? Is this some kind of joke?" I called out hesitantly. When I got no reply I immediately took out my phone and looked for any new texts.

None. Quickly I typed out a text for Niall asking where he was. I got this for a reply.

FROM: NIALLER

Hey! Sorry had a radio interview. Paul brought things to apartment but he can't pick you up. Gotta go. Bye!

That son of a-, no. Annie stay calm.

He's famous, you're not. He's hot, you're not.

He's a stupid, idiotic, arrogant little prat! He led me on, made me think I was worth something! And he doesn't have the decency to tell me he has to go? He could have said goodbye at the very least!

This is where we begin.

I take a deep breath and sigh. Fighting never solved anything, and definitely fighting with myself won't help at all.

I decide to walk to my apartment. A walk is good for the mind. Plus I don't have any money to take a taxi.

As I start walking I mindlessly play Temple Run on my phone. I still can't believe that Niall had stolen my shirts. He still had the bag and now he was in the company of the boys. Nothing could wrong there.

Yea I was still ticked off at him. But he was being a real pain in the butt...but then again, he was unbearably cute. And funny. And nice, caring, handsome, and oh who am I kidding? I'm head over heels for him.

Heat rushes to my face when that realization hits me. We're rushing this and I know it but I just feel so happy with him. Except those couple of times when I burst into tears. But that was personal moments, and hopefully we won't go through anymore of those.

Then, because my mind is hopelessly creative and hates me it went into fantasy mode. My mind pictured what a future with Niall might end up like.

The first date would be terribly romantic. Maybe a fancy restaurant, and a lovely walk.

At the tenth date he'd ask me to be his girlfriend.

After 6 months of dating I'd meet his family. They'd be hilarious and I'd love them. They'd also love me.

At our 1 year anniversary he'd take me on a date just like our first one.

Sometime during our second year of dating we'd move into a flat in London together.

After 3 years of dating he'd ask me to marry him. It'd be on stage, at one of their concerts. Of course I'd say yes.

The wedding would be fabulous. The boys would serenade us and it would end on a high note.

In less than a year we'd be expecting our first child.

We'd name her Lia Zaynie Horan. She'd be the oldest of four, James Leo Horan, Louise Harriet Horan, and Patrick Steven Horan.

Our babies would grow up, with the average bumps and bruises. After they entered college, Niall and I would buy a nice home in the Ireland countryside.

It'd be a calm place where we would host many Thanksgiving dinners, and Christmas parties.

We'd die together. Holding hands, talking to the end.