Simmons (A Niall Horan Love Story)
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  • Reads 718
  • Votes 74
  • Parts 13
  • Time 57m
Ongoing, First published Jul 17, 2014
"Rose Simmons, what do I think when I hear those words? Honestly, I think of the most beautiful woman in the world. You might be thinking I'm exaggerating, well I do too. I wish I was actually. But I just can't get her off my mind. I would love for her to be my girlfriend, let alone a friend. She's short, skinny, pale-skinned, big green eyes, long eyelashes, beautiful body, nice arse, nice long brown hair, I could go on for days about what I love about her. But I don't have days, I have minutes until you ask someone else another question. So in conclusion what do I think of when I hear the words Rose Simmons? I think of the princess I want to spend the rest of my life with."
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I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.