arms-of-a-niall

[arms-of-a-niall]

Niall Horan hates Tr*mp starter pack

[arms-of-a-niall]

just you and i // n.h.

you and niall have been together for a 3 years now. you met when you worked as a stage hand for the big time rush tour that one direction opened for.

you often went to niall’s shows and stayed backstage because you were too shy. his fans know you’re dating, but that doesn’t change the fact that the thought of you on stage made you want to be sick.

tonight is their largest show they’ll perform on their where we are tour and coinsidentally, the place you met and also your birthday. it bothered you that niall had to work on your birthday, but your frustration was quickly replace with nerves. you always got nervous for niall since you knew simon used to mess with his mics and stuff to try to humiliate him.

you follow the boys to stage and help niall get mic-ed up. he smiles down at you and kisses your lips hard, “niall what was that for?” you giggle.

“oh, nothing, i’m just so in love with you,” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. your face twists in confusion, but before you can ask, niall’s already off on stage.

you smile as you watch niall perform, but something’s off with him. he seems preocupied with something. the opening chords of you & i, your favorite one direction song starts playing and niall holds the microphone up to his mouth, breifly glancing at you, as he always does.

“you all know my girlfriend, y/n, yeah?” niall asks the crowd. the crowd roars, “well, today’s her birthday and she’s here tonight-“ the crowd cheers louder, breifly inturrupting him, “do you guys want to meet her?”

the crowd roars and immediate starts chanting, y/n y/n y/n!

suddenly you’re pushed on stage and your face goes white and you freeze as you look out on the sea of people. niall walks over and take your hand, leading you on the stage. he stares into your eyes and sings the song to you. after it’s over, he gets down on one knee and pulls out a ring box.

the crowd cheers quickly fade as they all wait for what he has to say, “y/full/n, we met on this very stage 4 years ago. i kick myself every day thinking that i shoulda asked you out the moment i saw you, but we have the rest of our lives to make up for that year. its just you and i, y/n. forever and always. will you marry me?”

the crowd cheers, “say yes! say yes! say yes!”

one of the stage hands hands you a mic, “YES! OF COURSE NIALL!” you shreik kissing his lips. all of the boys give you a group hug.

“i think we should sing to y/n, what do you think?” harry asks the crowd. the whole stadium sings you happy birthday, but you’re so shocked.

niall wraps an arm around you, “goodnight, la! we’ll miss you!”

you all walk of stage. as soon as you’re off stage you smash your lips on his and whisper, “its just you and i, niall. forever.”