Sing For Niall Horan (Niall Horan Story)

Lucy, I love you...

Here it is. The last Chapter of 'Sing for Niall Horan'.

Lucy's P.O.V.

Tonight was the last day of the 'Take Me Home' world tour. 20th April. Manchester. 

I woke to Niall's arm huddled around my waist. Our feet inter-twined; my fingers interlocked with his. I turned my head to face him; his eyes still closed, his breathing heavy. 

"Hello beau." He caught me off guard. His eyes still closed. 

"Oh," my body jumped a little. "You surprised me. I thought you were asleep."

"I was; but a guy can pretend right? I checked on you first while you were asleep, so I tried to fall asleep and wait for you to wake. Does that make sense?" His face look confused itself. I just simply nodded. "Good cause I confused myself a little." We laughed together, his arms still around my waist. 

I twisted my body to face him. our hand, still interlocked, our feet, still inter-twined. His arm around my waist, mine around his. Our faces just centimetres apart.

The silence was broken, "We've got a meeting tomorrow. I can't tell you where. I can't tell you why, all I can say it that it's at 4:00pm in London."

My lips parted. "Wah-?" What was he up to? "You worry me sometimes Ni!" 

"I worry myself Lu. Don't you worry!" We laughed. Naturally I pecked his lips, but the kiss turned deeper. 

*

A few hours later, we went out for a walk around Manchester, leaving the rest of the gang in the hotel to their own demands. Niall donned a casual white t-shirt, light washed/faded jeans and his usual white high-top trainers. I sported a duck egg blue, high neck dress; the double pleats in the front suited my figure perfectly. I paired them casually with my white converse. my make-up was minimal. finally, a flower-crown was placed on the crown of my head. 

Our outing was cut short as always, but we still managed to have time to ourselves. 

Niall's P.O.V.

When we got into the town centre, Lucy dragged me around all the shops. She bought a beautiful summer dress; a pale yellow covered in pastel flowers with a lace band around the waist. It suited her figure perfectly, but as always, when I offered to pay, she refused. We went in jewellery shops, got her fingers sized up. Its her birthday soon, but I am in the United States so I wanted to buy her something special. 

"wow!" the words escaped from her mouth every time she spotted a new ring. "Ni. Look." she was like a child in a sweet shop. "They are so beautiful. But so expensive." She pointed to a white gold ring, with five small leaf shaped diamonds, in a row but the middle diamond was the biggest of the five. "Isn't it perfect. It reminds me of the ring my dad bought my mum for their 10th wedding anniversary."

I smiled in her direction. Her face glowed. "Which one is your favourite?" she pointed to the same ring again. 

"Definitely that one. It's just beautiful. If it wasn't so expensive, I would have bought it for myself." 

"Why? Whats the damage?" 

"£599.99."

"Oh. What I want to know is why to they say 'and 99 pence.' why not round it up to £600." 

"Because it will sound more expensive." She made me laugh. After all she was right!.

"But it is beautiful!" I couldn't get over her good taste!