Home Run Honey // n.s.

Chapter Eight

*Warning: fuck man, I don't want a law suit for this cause everyone will die from fucking feels. Enjoy the rest of your fucking day after this chapter.*

"Are you having fun, Princess?" Niall asked me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Yes, darling. Baseball players are very cute," I giggled.

"Hey, now, you're mine and you know that, baby," he teased, biting my neck. "Be looking out for balls, Princess. You never know when one will come our way." I nodded and continued to watch the game. Mostly everyone in the stadium was standing up, so Niall stood behind me with his arms around me and his chin on my shoulder.

"If a ball does come towards us, I don't know how to catch one..." I turned my head to look at Niall and placed a small peck on his lips since he was right there.

"I'll help you, baby." He temporarily removed his hands to reach behind us to get a glove. "Just put this on your hand, Princess. If one come towards us, I'll move your hand, okay?" I nodded and he kissed my temple.

After a few minutes, Niall patted my bum to get my attention. "What?"

"Look, baby!" I looked up to see a player getting ready to throw a ball near our section. "Give me your hand, Harry." Niall held my hand up with the glove on it. "Watch the ball, baby. You have to keep you eye on it." I watched as the player threw the ball, basically directly to Niall and me.

"Niall!" I closed my eyes and squealed as we caught it in the glove.

Niall laughed and kissed my cheek. "You did it, baby, look." He held the ball in front of my face and I examined it. I also saw writing on the other side.

I grabbed it, turning it in my hands to read what it said. 'I might strike out asking, but will you go to prom with me?' was sprawled out in Niall's sloppy handwriting.

I turned around to see him grinning nervously with a blush on his cheeks. "We're on the screen, so if you don't say 'yes', I might die from embarrassment," he chuckled.

I looked at the screen, and, sure enough, it showed us with the ball in my hands and Niall's arms still around me. "Of course I'll got to prom with you!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around his neck. The whole stadium irrupted in cheers as I kissed Niall.

"I'm so glad you said yes," he said, pecking my lips once more.

"I loved it, I hope someone got pictures," I murmured into his chest.

"We did!" Marcel exclaimed from behind us.

"Yeah, how are you asking me to prom?" Liam asked Louis, turning towards him.

"We're going to Times Square tomorrow, honey."

••••

"Niall Horan?" As were walking out of the stadium, a man walked up to Niall and me.

"Um, yes?" Niall answered him.

"I'm Bernie Aiton, a scout for the New York Yankees and I was told that you would be at this game tonight," he said, shaking Niall's hand.

"How did you know that?" Niall asked, tightening his grip on my waist.

"Well, to be completely honest with you, I was planning to come see you in Colorado because we've heard about your remarkable pitching skills, but a little birdie told me that you would be in New York City at a game, so, here I am..."

"Are you thinking about signing me?" Niall blurted out, now holding my hand and squeezing the life out of it.

Bernie chuckled at him. "Well, we'd of course need to see you play, but you're on our list."