"These are amazing, my love." Niall groans from beside you, after you have fed him a piece of your famous homemade cookies.
You giggle at him, nudging his knee with yours. "I was hoping you liked them, babe." You run your fingers through his long, slightly knitted hair, causing him to hum from the calming sensation. Making the smart decision of getting your
Christmas presents for everyone early, allowed you both to be where you are right now. Snuggled up as close as possible, legs tangled together, feeding each other your famous homemade Christmas cookies that had been with your family for generations and generations.
"You may have to make these every day. And there's no doubt that Harry will ask you to make a whole load of these for his birthday party." He states, nudging his nose onto your cheek, and then giving it a kiss.
"Probably. But you're gonna have to help me make them. You know H is gonna want to throw a really big party, and that means a lot of cookies." You tell him.
"I know. As long as you only wear one of my shirts and those knickers I bought you last Christmas." You laugh, as he buries his head into your neck, light stubble on his chin and stray hairs tickling the side of your face and neck.
These are the days you most enjoyed with Niall. Tangled together either on the couch, bed, or maybe even on the floor, along with the hair twirling, and sweet conversations exchanged made every minute of your life even more enjoyable with him.
He felt exactly the same.
Spending almost 6 years having to be controlled on who he got to share his love with made him realize that he would never find someone he loved as much as you. Someone who would get up in the early hours of the morning and taking care of him, when he drank just a little too much. Someone who would always be willing to be his shoulder to cry on when his emotions got the best of him. Someone who could look as beautiful as an angel in both a trash bag, and a thousand dollar dress.
"What's wrong, baby?" He leans into your warmed hand that has found its way to his cheek. You take your thumb, and lightly wipe away the tears that had escaped out of his eyes. Niall soon feels more tears run down his face, as he chokes on a light sob. Scared something was wrong, you sit up straighter and pull him into your chest, causing him to cry harder. "What's happened, baby?" You ask quietly, sorrow filling your heart as you listen to his cries.
You hated when he cried, and he knew that you hated when he cried. But he couldn't help himself. He was so thankful to have you in his life, and tears were the only way to show at the moment.
As you cradle him in your arms, his long, lanky ones clutching at your waist for comfort, Niall starts to calm down. His tears stop and his gorgeous face becomes dry as he sits up. You run your hand through his hair once again, and he smiles.
"Can you tell me why you started to cry just then, almost giving me a heart attack?" You pout as his large hand lightly grips your cheek. He chuckles, before clearing his voice.
"I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you. I love you so, so much. Probably too much, but I can't help it. You are the most amazing thing in my life. Your beauty is almost too much for me right now. Here you are, lying in bed with me in an old tee shirt and baggy sweatpants, with no makeup what so ever, and you still manage to look like the most beautiful girl on Earth. How do you manage to do that, huh? You're gonna make me start crying all over again." He tearfully chuckles, as another tear rolls down his cheek.
You start to tear up as well at his small speech. At that moment you knew, that you would never be able to love another man like you love the man before you. A tear falls down your cheek and you sniffle.
