fifty-three: romantic cliche 

By the time I made it back over to where Niall and Gemma were hanging out, my head was anywhere but at the party. I couldn't help but think of all the possibilities, the actual idea that I could live that dream I'd been dreaming since I was sixteen nearly overwhelming. I manage to smile at Niall though, wrapping an arm around his waist once I reach him. I place a soft kiss to his temple, pretending to be invested in Gemma's conversation but I really was in another place. 

Niall takes notice after a little while, looking over at me every once in a while when there was a break in conversation. I would just smile at him, unable to really bring myself to tell him just yet. 

Taking this opportunity meant leaving Niall and in this moment, I wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do. We were still rocky, our relationship still recovering from the last thing... I wasn't sure if I could add any more stress. I wasn't going to tell him tonight, it was a conversation that could wait until morning.

So instead I keep Niall close, allowing him to rest his head against my shoulder when we sit down for dinner. I try my best to focus on Niall's hands as my mother gives one of her famous speeches instead of the sense of dread I had in the pit of my stomach. I don't let go of his hand to join the round of applause when my mother sits back down, instead I give it a tighter squeeze and wonder how the hell I was going to be able to consider leaving him behind. 

We walk out of the building hand in hand, picking up the car but I don't head straight home. I needed to keep this night going because I didn't want tomorrow to come just yet. Niall doesn't question it as I pull down some country road, nor does he question it when I park the car and climb out. I grab a blanket from the back, walking to a flat spot a little ways in front of the car where I lay it out. I gesture for Niall to join me, sitting down on the blanket as I wait. It doesn't take him long to sit down right next to me, setting his head on my shoulder much like he had earlier. 

"Everything okay?" He asks after a few minutes of complete silence, laying against my chest now as I moved onto my back so we could look up at the stars. 

"It is right now, it's really peaceful here." I whisper, running my hand down his back softly. 

"You seemed really out of it during dinner... Did your conversation with your friend not go well or something?" Niall continues to press, earning a soft sigh from me as I try to keep my voice steady. I wasn't going to tell him tonight because if things fell to shit tomorrow, at least we'd have tonight. 

"It went well... Very well... I just don't want to focus on it right now though, can we just enjoy this?" 

"Enjoy what?" 

"This. Being together in the middle of nowhere, looking up at the stars like we're in some cliche movie. It's the perfect evening where we can just be us, no distractions." I say, wrapping both my arms around him and placing a soft kiss to the top of his head. Niall lets out a content noise at that, his eyes closing for a few seconds before he opens them again to look at me. 

"When did you turn into such a hopeless romantic?" He asks me and I let out a chuckle that echoes through the night. 

"I wouldn't call it hopeless, I've just realized how lucky I am to have this. To have you in my life and I want to take a night to just enjoy it. I love you, Niall." I whisper and Niall sits up, his eyebrows quirked as he reaches out a hand to feel my forehead. 

"You feeling alright? You're being exceptionally weird right now." Niall says, retracting his hand back once he was satisfied I didn't have a fever. 

"I'm not being weird, Princess... I'm just happy, is all. A year ago, I was a complete wreck. Like I'm talking I couldn't even muster up enough energy to even get out of bed in the morning kind of wreck... and then Liam got sick of it, dragging my ass out of that bed and making me work for him at the bar... which is where I met you. I used to think that Rose cheating on me was the worst thing that ever happened to me, but recently I've realized it's quite the opposite... Everything has brought me to here, to this moment with you. You're my everything, Princess.... and I just really love you. You make me happy." I whisper, reaching out a hand to brush Niall's hair out of his eyes. 

"As I find that to be a very sweet declaration of love, Harry... I also feel like you're losing it a tad... You're acting like a lovesick teenager in some sort of romantic comedy." Niall says, earning another soft chuckle from me as I shake my head. I don't even fight the sappy comment that comes out next. 

"That's because you make me feel like a lovesick teenager, Princess." I say, sitting up before leaning in for a kiss which Niall was happy to give me. 

"You're a disgusting sap sometimes, but I love you too, Prince." 

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IT'S SO FLUFFY BEFORE ALL THE FUCKING DRAMA I'M CRYING. 

like it makes me feel so whole and I'm sitting here like "dude, you're gonna fuck all of this up in like two chapters cause you thrive off drama and making people cry" 

ANYWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYS

QOTC: how do you guys think niall's gonna react to harry telling him about jamie's offer? 

dedication goes to abby_harry

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