Niall Horan my prince charming, Vero M. [classic novels TXT] 📗

I hope you like it.

- Vero xx

Rosie Thomas - Farewell

“Niall!” you shout. “Come back.” You scream and run out. “Please.” You whisper. It’s so cold outside. You are wearing Niall’s hoodie and pyjamas. You feel how the freezing air is burning your lungs. “Niall…” you whisper and then fall on the ground. “I love you.” You say and burst into tears. You sit there and cry alone. “Come back! I love you! Don’t you dare to leave me!” you scream. “Don’t you dare to leave me alone again…”

“Hello, dear! You visited us yesterday, didn’t you?” Roger, an old librarian, says. “I did.” You smile and give him your favorite book. “You have read it already?” he asks. “Yeah, it’s my favorite. You know that.” You say and smile. “I do know that. You want to read this book at least every month.” He says. You blush and shrug. “What can I give you today?” he asks. “Um, what do you suggest?” you ask. “For you? Hmm… take this.” He says and gives you a book. “Consuelo by George Sand?” you whisper and look at him. “I’m sure you like it.” He winks at you. “Thank you.” You say and smile. He nods and you take the book. You sit down at the table and open the first page. This is the best moment while reading a book. You haven’t started yet and you haven’t finished either. You don’t know what will happen and where you are taken. You don’t know anything about the characters. You don’t know who’s your next hero you fall in love with. You look out of the window and smile. Another adventure and another way to escape from reality is in your hands. “(Y/N)?” Roger asks. “Yeah?” you look at him. “You really enjoy these romantic novels?” he grins. You nod. “I do.” You say and look at the ground. “Can I ask why?” he asks. You look at him and smile. “You know Roger, I don’t have my own romantic novel.” You say and look at the book. “I guess I have to read about other people’s happiness and love. That convinces me that love really exists.” You say. “I mean… Where is my Mr Darcy? Why isn’t anyone telling me „You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.” You try to imitate Mr Darcy’s voice. “I want Leonardo DiCaprio to sing “Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up, up she goes,” while we’re holding each other tightly.” You say and you feel tears in your eyes. “I want Mr Rochester to say “Just one last kiss before you leave!” you smile. “I want my Prince Charming to taste every red apple for me. I want Ronald Weasley to kiss me in the Chamber of Secrets. I want Joe Cocker to say that I am so beautiful. I want to wake George Michael up before I go go. I want to be Billy Joel’s uptown girl. I want to scream at Michael Buble “Hey dude! You finally met me!” you say and look at the ground. “Just once I want my life to be a romantic novel, an amazing movie or a song that is written just for me. Nicholas Sparks, Jane Austen, James Cameron – what about my life? You forgot to write about my life! Prince Harry! Where are you? Just take your bloody white horse and save me. Maybe he’s coming on a turtle?” you mumble. “I just want my hero.” You say. “I want my Flynn, Phillip, Eric, Adam, Aladdin, John Smith, Shang Li or Naveen. I just want my prince.” You say. You look at Roger. He’s smiling. “He will come. If you dream it…” he says. “…you can do it.” You finish his sentence. “Maybe.” You say. “Definitely. Tell me one princess who was happy since the beginning. Cinderella was humiliated. Rapunzel had to spend her childhood locked up in a tower. Snow White was poisoned. Jane Eyre was punished and hit by her own family. She was called ugly and worthless. But they found their happiness. You will find your prince too. Just like they did. You will be someone’s princess.” Roger says. You nod and he smiles at you. “Okay. I’ll leave you here reading.” He says and pats your shoulder. You read your book and keep getting lost into your own magical world. You feel as if you’re living there with all of these girls and boys in the 19th Century. You feel as if you’re kissing a boy on the cheek or holding hands while walking together in Paris.

“(Y/N)! I made coffee!” Roger shouts. You put the book on the table and go to the counter where he’s working at. “Thanks for the coffee, Roger.” You say and return to your place. You take your bag and start putting things into your bag, but then notice something. There’s a note on your book. „I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so peacefully deep in concentration, while reading a book. You are extraordinary beauty, you are a princess and I couldn’t help but stare in fascination along with others strolling by. I’d love to see you again. Your Prince Charming.“ It says. You look around. There is an old man reading newspapers and a lady struggling with her dog. “Roger!” you shout. “Yes?” he looks at you. “Was it you?” you ask. “What?” he looks at you confusingly. “No, never mind. Forget it. I should go home.” You say and put your things quickly into your bag.

 “Good morning.” You say and go back to the library again. You still have your note, it’s crumpled and shabby because you couldn’t put it away these past two days. “You’re shining.” Roger says and covers his eyes. “Oh, stop it.” You say. “It was an amazing book. Save it for me. I have a feeling that I may read it again soon.” You say. “You’re quick. Really quick.” He says. “And now?” Roger asks. “I can’t choose. Pride and Prejudice or Jane Eyre?” you ask and look at him. “Again?” Roger laughs. “Let her read what she wants and how much she wants.” Megan, Roger’s wife, says and gives you your Jane Eyre. “Thank you. And it’s okay, Megan. Roger is very helpful and sweet.” You say and smile at them. You sit under the window and open the book again. You look at the note and put it into your pocket again. Maybe it was just a joke. What if someone heard your stupid conversation with Roger and then just laughed at it. You shake your head - you have to forget it.

“Darling? Can you help me with these books? My back is hurting and I can’t put them up on the shelf. “ Megan says. “Yeah, sure.” You say and help her. “Anything else?” you ask. “No, but Roger made tea. Want some?” she asks. You look at your table. No notes. It was just a stupid joke. “Yeah. Why not.” you say and smile at her. When you go back at your seat, you freeze. There’s an apple on your desk. Someone has bitten off a piece of that apple. There is another note. “I tasted it. No poison. Your Prince Charming.” It says. You look around, but don’t see anyone. How is this possible? What if it really is Ronald Weasley under Harry’s invisibility cloak? You sit down and bite your lip. Who does these things? Why is he doing this? You look at the note and the apple. You smile. What if there really is your Prince Charming?

 “Hello, Roger.” You say and sit under the window. You open the book and start reading. All you can think about is your Prince Charming. What if he’s here? You peek around, but there is no one who could be He. You bite your lip and shake your head. He can’t be here every day, every single minute when you are here. So you dive into your own magical world. You have finished another chapter and close the book for a second to look at the clock.

Then you notice someone staring at you. He’s sitting almost next to you. “Hello.” He says. You look at him and everything stops. Your heart stops beating, Roger stops talking to the customers, birds stop singing, the cars stop driving, Obama stops signing contracts, the River Thames stops flowing, the earth stops revolving, everything stops. “Hello.” He says again and smiles at you. You look at his bright blue eyes and keep losing into them. They’re like your favorite books and you just can’t leave. You don’t want to leave. His eyes are your magical world or a part of it. They’re so big, shiny and full of love and warmth. His smile is breathtaking and gorgeous. It’s like an angel is sitting next to you. “Hey…” you breathe. “Can I sit here?” he asks. You nod. “I’m Niall.” He says and smiles again. “(Y/N).” you say and look at the ground. “I waited for you.” He says. “What? You have seen me before then?” you laugh hysterically. The thought that someone has observing you, gives you mixed feelings – it’s quite creepy and cute at the same time. “Yes, I have. You… You are my princess.” He says and smiles. “What?” you whisper. “You? You are the Prince Charming?” you frown. “Well, yes. Sorry about that.” He whispers sadly. “I may disappoint you and I am so sorry. But you were so lovely and beautiful and adorable.” He says and then stops. You sit in silence and think of what to say. “I’m sorry.” He says. “No.” you say and smile. “It was cute. Thank you.” You say. He smiles brightly and you feel ladybugs, grasshoppers, butterflies and everything nice in your stomach. “Would you…” he wants to ask, but then shakes his head. “What?” you ask. He looks at the ground and keeps playing with his fingers. He looks at you and smiles. “Would you come out with me?” he asks and raises his eyebrows. “I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I just thought, but it’s okay. We just met and maybe it’s too soon. I understand. I just thought this would be nice, but I understand if you don’t want. Do you? Want to? Go out? With me?“ he mumbles and looks at you. „I under-“ he tries to say again, but you put your hand on his mouth. „Just shut up. Please.“ You giggle. „I think it would be nice.“ You say and smile. „Really?“ he asks. „Really really.“ You smile.

“You look amazing!” are the first three words Niall says when he sees you. “Well, thank you. You’re very handsome too.” You say and smile. He blushes and bites his lip. “So where are we going?” you ask. “Um, I booked a fancy restaurant.” He says. “Well, that’s lovely.” You say. You walk together on the street. You talk about everything. You feel so comfortable with him. He’s like Simba from the Lion King or a cute little puppy. “I heard what you said to Roger the other day at the library.” He says. You know exactly which ridiculous thought he heard. “Yeah?” you ask and feel how your cheeks turn red. He looks at you and stops. He smiles and lifts your chin up. “Hey. Don’t blush. I actually think you were right.” He says. “Really?” you ask. He nods. “I have always waited for my princess. But I have always known that she is on her way.” He smiles and looks at you. You smile and nod. “So you’re a famous musician?”