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

have fun. You’re going to love it.” He smiles shyly. “I promise.”

 

You’re sitting on your bed and watching your suitcases. Is it a good idea? What if he just takes you with him because he thinks it’s his duty? What if you bother him? Or the boys? What if thanks to you he can’t relax? Or what if you’re the fifth wheel? You lie down on your bed and stare at the ceiling. Would he tell you?

“(Y/N), you’re ready?” Niall asks and enters your bedroom. You sit up and he frowns. “What’s wrong?” He sits next to you and wraps his arms around you. “I don’t want to bother you.” You say and nervously pluck the corner of your dress.

“Baby…” he swoons and pulls you tightly against his body. “You never bother me! I love being with you!” he says and wraps his arms around you. “You do?” you whisper. He nods and taps your nose. “Yes, I do. I love you.” He mumbles. “I love your nose.” He says and places a kiss there. “Your cheeks, your eyes, your forehead, your cheekbones, your jaw, your chin…” he whispers and kisses every spot on your face. “Oh, stop it!” you giggle. “So let’s go?” he asks. You nod. “Okay.”

 

“I bought some magazines for you. And a water and candies.” He says and gives you his bag. “Chips and brownies for me. Do you need anything else?” he asks, while you’re trying to make this flight as comfortable as possible. “No, thank you. Even if I needed anything, I’m sure they wouldn’t let you out anymore.” You say and kiss his nose. “Wanna bet?” he whispers. “No, silly. I don’t need anything.” I say and smile. “Okay.” He says and leans against the seat and looks dreamingly at you.

“What?” you ask. “Nothing. I’m glad you come with me.” He says. “I’m glad too. All this pain when you’re away…” you say and shake your head. Niall stiffens and clares at you with intensity you have not seen before. His eyes are wide, scared and sad. “What?” you whisper. “When I was away… I hurt you.” He says. “What? No! That’s not what I meant.” You say and try to explain but you are cut off. “Miss, I have to ask you to fasten your seatbelt, please. The plane will take off shortly.” He says. Niall leans over and quickly fastens your seatbelt.

“That’s not what I meant.” You whisper. He doesn’t say anything. He takes your hand and squeezes it. “You’re the most important thing in my world. I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you ever again.” He says. “I know.” You whisper and put your head on his shoulder. “I know you won’t.”

 

You open your eyes. Your head is still on Niall’s shoulder. He’s reading a magazine he bought you. You look at him. He smiles broadly – the tension you had before has vanished. He strokes your cheek. “Hello, princess.” He says. “We’re landing.” He says. “We are?” you ask. “Yup, look out of the window.” He says and smiles brightly. You look out of the window. You see lights, a lot of lights. “It’s Rome. It’s night already.” He whispers. It’s fascinating and so tiny. You’ve never thought about it – how it is to look at a nocturnal city on a plane. It’s like a huge family of fireflies. Or fairies! It’s like a pixie dust. You look at Niall and smile. All you need is a little faith, trust and pixie dust. You look out of the window again and bite your lip. You have to trust him. Niall took you with him because he wanted, not because he felt like he was obligated to do it. Trust him, you silly. He would have told you! “What are you thinking?” he asks and puts his chin on your shoulder. He wraps his arms around you and draws circles on your stomach. “It’s beautiful.” You say. “It is. But not as beautiful as you.” He says and kisses your cheek.

 

“(Y/N) and Niall, you’re with Steve. Louis and Harry are with me. Liam and Zayn, you’re with Matt. Okay?” Paul asks when you have walked out of the plane. Oh right, the fans and body guards! You already forgot that fact. A man who Paul called Steve looks at you. He is tall, really tall. If you standed next to him, your head would reach his belly button. You snort. Belly button! It sounds so funny when you look at this huge muscular and a little bit scary guy in front of you. He smiles and you see his teeth. “Something’s wrong, miss?” he asks. You shake your head. Oh God, nothing’s wrong when he’s involved! “No, it’s fine. I was just… nothing.” you say and smile politely. He nods and comes closer to you.

Niall takes your hand and you go out. Oh my, you hear fans loudly screaming and your stomach starts aching. “I’m here.” Niall whispers and squeezes your hand. Steve pulls you both into a huge bear hug when you try to go through the fans. Niall signs some autographs, but he doesn’t let go of your hand, not once. When you have finally reached your car, Niall hugs you from behind and Steve opens the car door for you. Niall helps you to jump into the van and soon you’re sitting safely on your seats. “That was fun.” He says and smiles brightly. He wraps his arms around you. “Yeah, it was.” You giggle.

 

“This is our room?” you ask. Niall takes off his jacket and throws it on the chair. “Yes, it is.” He says and looks at you. “I’ve never slept in this kind of place. It’s so fancy and just too much for me.” You say. He shakes his head in disbelief and looks at the ground. When he looks at you again, he bites his lip. He stands up and pulls you into hug. “You need a castle. This is just some kind of suite. You need your own castle and your own princess room.” He says and comes closer to you. His hands fist in you hair as he pulls your face up to his, and his mouth is on yours, a passionate longing in his kiss. You don’t know why it takes you by surprise, but it does. You taste his relief, his fear, his desire and love. He leaves you breathless, clinging to him for support.

“I’ve wanted to do it the whole day.” He gasps as he pulls you into hug. “If anything horrible had happened to you, (Y/N)… If that bastard had done something… something… I… I don’t know… I think about this every day.” You feel the shudder that runs through him. “When I saw you in hospital, this was…” he whispers. You put your finger on his lips. “Hush, Niall. I’m fine. He didn’t do anything incurable.” You say and smile. He tucks your hair behind your ear and nods. “You must be tired. Let’s go to bed.” You say and take his hand.

 

Niall is nuzzling your neck as you slowly wake. “Morning, beautiful.” He whispers and nips at your earlobe.You open your eyes and close them  quickly again – bright early morning light fills the room. His hand is gently caressing your cheek and you hear him humming a song in your ear. You open slowly your eyes and see his beautiful dazzling blue eyes happily observing you. He is smiling from ear to ear. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into hug. He kisses you gently and leans up on his elbow, staring down at you.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks and tucks your hair behind your ear. “Yes.” You mumble. His grin broadens. “I love your sleepy voice.” He mumbles. “And you?” you ignore his comment. “I always sleep well with you.” He whispers and sits up. “Where are you going?” you ask. He takes something from the cupboard next to your bed – it’s a hot chocolate with marshmallows. “Awh, Niall. You’re the best.” You mutter and smile brightly. “For my special lady.” He says and he observes your face with love. He’s so pure and innocent – you can see his every expression and every thought from his face. The way he looks at you is just incredible. The love that comes shining through his eyes is unbelievable. What good did you do to deserve this man next to you?

 

One Direction - Truly Madly Deeply

Suddenly he sits up and grabs his guitar. “I love you.” He whispers before playing the guitar. “Am I asleep, am I awake or somewhere in between? I can’t believe that you are here and lying next to me. Or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined? Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine?” he sings to you, his eyes locked on yours. He smiles slightly and leans in to kiss you. “Truly, madly, deeply I am, foolishly, completely fallen and somehow you caved all my walls in, so baby say you’ll always keep me truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you…” he murmurs. “In love with you.” He whispers and smiles broadly.

He nuzzles your hair and inhales deeply. “I love you so much. You must know that.” He says and pulls you on his lap. “The concert yesterday was really awesome and now we have a day off, so we can explore Italy. What would you like to do?” he asks. “Um… just be with you?” you ask. You look at him and he raises his eyebrows. He nods and makes his not-bad-idea face.

Leaning over, he grasps your chin and kisses you. “I have a present for you.” He says and takes a box on the cupboard. “A present? But you’re my present!” you giggle. Niall grins his boyish, dazzling smile. “I am yours, yes.” He mutters. “Oh, just open it.” He says and taps your nose. You tear off the wrapping paper – it’s a digital camera! “Oh My God!” you shout and pull him into hug. “I love it. Thank you so much, Niall!” You say and he nods approvingly.

“Let me help you with it.” He whispers when he sees you struggling with the box. He fishes the camera out of the box and removes the lens cap. He points the camera at you and presses the button. “No.” You mumble. “Yes!” he giggles and stands up on the bed. He’s jumping on your bed wearing only his boxers, and taking pictures of you. “No!” you smile. “I thought it was my present!” you pout. “It is, but right now I want to take pictures of my beautiful beautiful beautiful girl.” He mumbles. You pout. “Smile, baby.” He says, amused. “No.” You mumble. “Hmm, my girl can’t pout like this.” He says and jumps off the bed.

He pushes you back down onto the bed and sits astride you. “Well, well…” he mumbles mischievously. He tickles you ruthlessly under your ribs, making you squeal and giggle and squirm beneath. His grin widens and he continues snapping pictures of you. “Stop!” you scream. “No way.” He says and tickles you even more. You’re trying to wiggle out from under him, giggling and pushing his hands away. “Niall, please, stop.” You plead. He stops and looks at you. You’re both breathless and panting. He gazes down at you with admire, reverence and love. “You are so beautiful.” He whispers. “I love you so much, Niall.” You say and caress his cheek. Leaning down, he closes his eyes and kisses you. “I am so lucky.” He mutters, placing a kiss on your lips. “What do you mean?” you frown. “If you’re the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love with all of your heart decides to love you back.” He says.