Niall Horan Imagines

Royal Heart- Part 3

*Niall's POV*

"Welcome back," I smiled as I led (Y/N) into my bedchamber, twirling her around before me. She giggled in response and I chuckled once, too. Something about her presence always gave me this delighted feeling, as if nothing could break my smile when I was with her. The knights shut my doors behind me, and I stood still in my spot, settling my eyes on the girl before me. She shyly lowered her eyes and folded her hands together in front of her. "Why must you always look down, my love?" I asked, moving closer to her. I used my finger to raise her chin, forcing her eyes to meet with mine. "I like when you look at me," I confessed, "I like when your eyes land upon mine, and we stare into each other's world, feeling what each other feels." A grin tugged at her lips and we continued to stare as I continued to speak, "I like when I feel as though I am the only man you can see with those deep eyes of yours." She blushed at my words and I used my other hand to gently stroke the side of her face. Her tongue poked out between her lips and she licked them, slowly. 

I wanted to kiss her. I had never kissed a woman before. I was just as new to this as I hoped she was, as well. I hadn't done more than give my own mother a soft peck on the cheek, but I was willing to start with my (Y/N). For a moment, though it might have been the work of my love-sunk mind, I thought she might have wanted to kiss me, too. But then she averted her eyes again, and dropped her hands from where I once held them. I sighed a breath of confusion, because I did not know what to do next. Every part of me was eager to feel her and love her, but I did not want to force anything on her. I watched (Y/N) as she stepped up to my bed, trailing her fragile fingers along the edge of the mattress. She pressed her hand into the mattress before sitting on it, bringing her eyes to mine. "Have I told you that you look very handsome today, Your Highness?" She spoke, nibbling on her lip in a way that had me questioning what her thoughts were.

"You have not," I said, "And I do not believe I've expressed just how lovely you look today, miss (Y/N) from the kitchen." I mimicked her the way she mimicked me and we both laughed. I had now made my way across the room, and sat myself beside her on my bed. 

(Y/N) felt the fabric of her work dress between her fingers and muttered, "You say things to me that I sometimes cannot believe. How lovely can I possibly look in this?" She chuckled, motioning toward her work dress. She could not see the same things as me. But I was beginning to feel that no one could. No one could see the world in the ways I did. No one perceived things quite like I did.

"You're beautiful all the time," I whispered, though it was sadly true that I hadn't yet seen much of her. The only attire I'd ever seen her in was the work dress in which she'd been wearing all day. But I knew that she'd be lovely in any form of dress, even if she were to sport a flour bag. She would still be a princess to me. She smiled and shyly lowered her eyes to her lap. "My love," I said, using my finger to stroke the side of her face once again. "I wish to kiss you," I whispered. Her eyes searched mine for something I could not identify. 

"Okay," She quietly whispered in response, and I smiled for only a moment before leaning in to softly press my lips to hers. It was a feeling quite like none other. It was a moment in which only we shared. I felt as though all of our boundaries had now been broken. There was nothing left to bind us. My hands felt as though they needed to be attached to her, so one hand rested on her thigh while the other pressed against her back to gently push her closer to me. She was breathing heavily, pulling her lips from mine in small intervals to let out breaths that had been trapped in her mouth. She sounded as though she were gasping as she collided her lips to mine again and again. But of this I did not complain. It was a refreshing feeling, feeding life to every part of me. I never wanted this joyous moment to end.