#bangstefan

For God's Sake, Niall!

"Just keep your eyes closed," he whispered into your ear, the flow of his breath cascading down your neck.

"But I--" you tried again, but failed to overcome the cut off from his deep voice. Defeat sagged on your shoulders, giving up on prying the answer from him.

"Nope!" he giggled. If you've ever heard Niall giggle, the childish tone to it lit up your day, and knowing your boyfriend, he only giggled when he plans something extraordinary. "We're almost there anyway."

Leaves crunched underfoot as you made your way through what felt like a thin forest sort of thing. The smell of dirt and trees filled your cold-bitten nose, turning up the corners of your lips. You knew where you were going. "Niall," you complained, rubbing your hands feverishly along jacket-clad your arms, "For God's sake, Niall! It's fucking freezing out, hurry up." He put you to a halt and his hands left your shoulder, the heat that was once there dissipated into the frosted atmosphere. "Where--"

A warm, leather jacket made its way around your shoulders, covering you in both extreme warmth and Niall's scent, one that you've come oh so familiar with. "Okay," Niall said under his breath, "you can take the blindfold off now." 

The purple bandana was removed from your face, revealing Niall in a white button down shirt, wearing his famous crooked grin. The first thing that crossed your mind was, "Niall, what do you think you're doing! You'll freeze to death!"

"I'm good," he calmly replied with a wave of his hand. "Besides, the extreme beating in my chest is warming me up quite well." A nervous grin replaced his crooked one as a confused expression crossed your face. With his head, he motioned you to turn around. 

Behind you was a nicely placed table right in the middled of a clearing in the forest, the table covered in a pristine white cloth. Two candles were sat on top of the table, flickering against the slight wind. Out of nowhere, Louis emerged from the brush and held a violin to his shin. You were speechless as you took in the wondrous sight of both your pink cheeked boyfriend and the biting wintry white atmosphere. "Louis, you don't even--" he pulled out a stereo and put it at his feet.

"Krystal, shut up and enjoy this please, I owe Niall because of his ideas for my dates," he hinted. You raised my eyebrows at the violin. "Oh this? Yeah, Niall is a cheesy bastard, and he knows I don't play. I'm just pretending, the stereo'll be playing the music so don't give me that disgusted look," he jokingly scowled.

I turned to Niall who had silently made his way right behind me. His big, warm hands rested at my shoulders as Louis rolled his eyes and turned the stereo on. His crooked, yet nervous grin made its way onto his cherry-painted lips, the blues of his eyes brighter than I've ever seen. "Sooo," he said, the red rising to his pale cheeks, "How've you been?"

You made your way to the table and sat down. Niall stood on the right of you, your hand tightly grasped in his. "Well," the faint sound of the violin played softly in the background, accompanied with the chuckling of Louis. "I am here on this amazing date with my amazing boyfriend and--"

"Oh for God's sake Niall, just do it!" Louis exclaimed, dropping the violin from his chin.

"Right, r-right yeah, okay," he shuddered, inhaling and exhaling deeply, shaking his hands to the side of him. "C-check th-my pocket," he stuttered and pointed to his jacket that was still draped around my shoulders, the scent still lingering. Your hands dug around the pockets, your fingers wrapping around a small, velvet box. Your body grew rigid, the shape and feel of the box feeling familiar on your fingertips.

You lifted my eyes to meet Niall's watering ones, his crooked grin showing the whites of his teeth. He bent down to one knee slowly, your eyes brimming with tears. "Niall, I--" He pecked your lips to silence me. 

"Krystal, will you," he started, his voice wavering. He coughed nervously. "Will you, uh--"

"For God's sakes Niall, yes."

He shot to his feet, engulfing you in a hug. His arms tightly wound around your body, your face buried into his chest. Nothing made you feel happier than the feel of the arms of your now fiancee. 

You are walking down your home town when your stomach starts to ache really bad.

“I need some food,” you say to your friend.

“Okay. Should we go to Pizzaria?” she asks.

“Sure,” you answer. Your best friends phone rings and she answers it. After 30 seconds of talking she says she has to go.

You’re walking down the streets all alone, when your stomachache starts again. You see the Pizzaria on the other street and decide to order some food there.

You sit in front of the table and order your food. You’re waiting and waiting. You look around and see a cute blonde boy sitting at the table next to you. The boy is talking to what looks like a waiter. After staring at him he sees you and he smiles. He stands up and asks if the seat at your table is free.

“Yeah,” you answer and smile. He takes a seat and gives you his hand, saying: “Hi, my name is Niall!” He looks at you with his sweet blue eyes.

“Hey, I'm Krys,” you say shaking his hand back. You stay in that position for a few seconds.

“So, what are you having?” he asks.

“Probably just a sandwhich,” you shrug.

“You want to try this?” he asks and shows you a yummy burger.

“Yeah, thanks,” you answer and smile.

You become good friends and a few months later he becomes 1/5 of One Direction. You’re good friends with the other boys too.

“He only shares his food with special people. He doesn’t even share it with us,” Harry says while smiling. You think about it and you feel a tingle in your heart. You are in love with Niall Horan.