Imagine…
“Niall, I’ve been sitting blindfolded in this car for the past hour, can I take it off yet?” I say
He chuckles, “Babe we’re almost there, I promise.” He grabs your hand and smoothly massages circles onto your palm with his thumb. You’ve been sitting in a car for almost an hour now. It’s your fifth year together with none other than international superstar, Niall Horan.
“Niall, if maybe you just told me where you are taking me I wouldn’t be so antsy.” You start but Niall brings your hand to his lips and places a soft, delicate kiss on your palm and say, “Trust me.”
I do. I trust Niall with everything. Its been that way since you we met. We’ve literally been inseparable since we were introduced at a party five years ago. Many people think that we are attached at the hip, so technically, I don’t trust him, I am him and he is me.
I feel the car come to a stop and Niall opens his door and gets out, and for a second I contemplate taking of the blindfold and peeking, but I trust Niall, so for him, I will wait.
You hear Niall open the door and he takes your hand and helps you out. A month ago, Niall told me to take a week of vacation for our fifth anniversary, but he never told me why.
“We’re going on vacation!” he radiates
“Where?” I inquired
He pressed a kiss on my lips, “It’s a surprise”
For the next several weeks, I attempted to search for the slightest hint that could reveal the destination to me, but he hid all the details so well, I am completely clueless.
Last night, he told me to pack, “Pack what?” I asked
“A little bit of everything I suppose. Don’t forget a thick jacket and your swimsuit!” he giggled to himself.
Today, he helped me out of the car, after a bit of fumbling on my part, I finally made it out of the car. Niall placed his hands on my already covered eyes as I laughed, “Niall, they’re already covered.”
“I just want it to be a BIG surprised,” he smiled back, “Ok, on the count of three, im going to take off the blindfold. One… Two… Two and a half… Two and thr…”
“NIALL!” I exclaimed
“THREE” He burst.
My jaw dropped. We were standing outside of the most picturesque cabin in the woods. In front of me was a cozy two story cabin, but behind that was a sparking lake and acres and acres of forest. Tears began to build in my eyes.
“Babe,” he wiped away the tears, “I wanted this to be almost as beautiful as you.”
I laughed, “Well, this is much more beautiful than I can ever be.”
“Babe,” he whispered, “It’s not nice to lie to your boyfriend.”
I smiled and he kissed me on the lips. It took my breath away. The cabin, the countryside, the lips of Niall Horan was almost too much to handle. He broke apart the kiss before I fainted.
“Here,” he said, picking me up bridal style, “Let’s go inside.”
I laughed as Niall almost tripped going up the stairs going to the front door, then fumbling with the lock on the door, all while carrying me. He set me down on my feet before giving me a kiss and rushing out and unloading the trunk of the car. Everything from the wooden floor to the paintings on the walls looked like a home.
Five minutes and a lot of swearing later, Niall and I were both in the house.
“It’s perfect,” I whispered
