Being Told You're Beautiful

Someone save us all!

* Niall's POV*

The sun had just set as I wandered through the park, waiting for Hane. I couldn't wait to actually meet her, properly. I had put our previous, um, meeting, to the back of my mind - hopefully everything would work out this time.

It was nice. The silence, I mean. Just the gentle stillness of the now dusk, not even a birdsong.

Calm. Now that was a thing I didn't get much of. Being on tour with the boys was brilliant, don't get me wrong, but I liked being alone too. Or 'me' time, that's probably the best way to describe it.

My attention was caught by a figure sitting on the swings in front of me. Their hood was up and they had their back to me.

I checked my watch. It was 10:03pm. There was no one else here. It must be her.

Hane.

As I drew closer, I heard a soft humming. She was sub-consciously singing along to her iPod, as he began to swing, higher and higher and higher.

At last I was near enough to push her.

Probably wasn't the best plan, considering her reaction.

Yup. She slapped me in the face. Smart move Nialler, smart move.

She jumped off the swing and threw her hood back, taking out her headphones from her ears. Wow. She was so beautiful; her hair was cascading down in golden waves and curls, her freckly, fair skin and rose lips all stood out in the deep blue twilight.

I snapped out of my reverie when she rushed over, apologies spilling out of her mouth faster than I thought possible. "Niall! It's you! I'm so sorry, natural reaction, I feel so bad, oh my mother of mushrooms, have I left a mark? I'm so, so sorry!"

My face broke into a huge grin as I rugby tackled her into a huge hug. "I'm so glad to finally meet you properly!" I exclaimed into her hair. A bubble of laughter escaped from her lips. "And it will be the last time you do if you EVER sneak up on me like that again, do you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am" I replied, a cheeky smirk playing on my lips as I took in how attractive she was whilst being stern with me.

Oh god the teenage boy of Niall is surfacing. Someone save us all.