Sometimes I wish I was as confident as Harry, as good-looking as Zayn or as laid-back as Louis. Sometimes, I don't think at all because the girl that I am possibly in love with is standing in front of me, looking cute with her hair messy and in sweats.
Maybe I should just not tell her. Just be happy you're friends with her, don't try and be something more when she obviously doesn't want to be. I mean if she did, she would have kissed me and-
I blink my eyes confusedly and realize I had been staring off, babbling in my mind. Okay, this is it Niall, pull yourself together. Breathe in, breathe out. Repeat until you can speak.
"That is my name..." She trailed off awkwardly. I steeled myself for rejection, I prepared myself to be laughed at, now was no time to be a chicken.
"Well Aubrey. I um I-I was wondering if m-maybe you would like to go out sometime?" I stuttered, a huge weight seemed to lift off my shoulders and I breathed a sigh of relief. My eyes caught hers as she stood there, her mouth opening slightly.
"What are you doing to me?" She mumbled. She looked up into my eyes, fury glinting in her own dark eyes. She's so cute when she's yelling at me, I pushed the thought away, focusing on her words.
"Ever since I met you, I've been changing! Football was my life and now I'm caught up with you. You and you're bloody eyes and adorable smile and you're flipping blush and the way you stutter when you're nervous. I have never felt this way about a guy before and it scares me Niall, it truly does! This is your fault! You changed me!" She wailed, throwing her hands up.
I caught them lightly in my own, calmly staring at her face, studying her features. Her jaw was slightly clenched, her eyes narrowed at me and her fingers shaking slightly in mine, as if she was scared. "Why are you scared of the change? Doesn't it feel good? Don't you get those butterflies whenever you see me? I swear, Aubrey, whenever I see you I can't help but smile. I have never felt this way about a girl either, but I'm not scared. I'm happy."
She furrowed her brow for a second before speaking. "Yes." She whispered. "Yes, I want to go out." I couldn't help the smile that lit up my face, it felt as if I was made of air, I swear I could fly. I squeezed her hands that were still gripped in mine and she curled her fingers around mine, leaning in slightly to plant a kiss on my nose.
"I'll see you later, Niall." She mumbled, blushing.
I stood there, starstruck, I could still feel her small lips pressing against my nose and I stumbled back a little. I pushed a hand through my hair as I gazed dreamily after Aubrey as she walked back up to the front door of her house where Cameron stood smirking.
"Bye." I whispered.
She was a princess, and soon enough, she would be my princess.
I should-a, I should-a oh, I should of kissed you.
Niall Horan. Niall James Horan.
I blushed again as I shut the door behind me. I vaguely heard Cameron screaming for details but I just stood there, sliding down the wall. I pulled my knees up and rested my chin there.
Niall James Horan was taking me, Aubrey May Connors, on a date.
A small smile slowly spread across my lips. "A date." I whispered happily. "Niall asked me on a date."
A/N; LOL, sadness. I can't write for crap today. Short and sucky I know, don't judge me I'm tired >. Quizazz is irritating me, no sorry, QUOTEV is irritating me. Thanks for waiting, lovelies. ♥