Honest Illusions [niall horan]

Chapter 34

"Come on ya gotta admit t'at was fuckin' romantic," I scoffed in reply.

"Yeah and also an asshole move followed by it," she muttered, looking down over at our strewn clothes scattered across the hardwood floor. I instantly felt a pang of regret shoot through me because maybe Aubrey had been expecting a proposal, and I basically just shattered all hopes of that.

Hell, I wanted to propose to her the day I found out she was engaged to some dipshit, but I knew that wasn't the right time nor was I emotionally stable enough. Now wasn't a good time either because both Aubrey and I had so much shit going on in our separate and joined lives; things need to settle down first. I have full and complete intentions of popping the question, but I needed to wait until the perfect opportunity. Aubrey is the only person I ever see myself spending an eternity of love and happiness with.

"Baby, look at me," I pleaded with her. She slowly turned her face back over to me. I removed my hand from her hair and placed it against her cheek and did the same with my other hand. "I'll pop the question one day, I promise," I smiled, earning a weak smile from her. She still a little disappointed for some reason, but I'm pretty sure my failure of fulfilling her anticipated proposal is what made her sad.

"You really would want to marry me?" She quietly asked.

"Course," I replied without any hesitation. "Who else would I be a dysfunctional idiot around?" I added, hoping to lighten the mood. In response Aubrey widely grinned at me before laying her head back on my shoulder.

"I love you a lot Niall," she softly said. She took a deep breath before she went on to say, "And sometimes that scares the shit out of me because I really can't imagine being with anyone else but you. Even when I was with Pete, you'd always find someway to infiltrate my mind." I looked down at her to find her lost in her little world while she traced invisible patterns on my chest. We always had deep talks about things like this, but I felt like this time Aubrey truly dug deep. Her tone sounded so fragile yet sincere, which was quite a contrast to what it usually was.

"There was this one time, I remember it so perfectly even though I had been a little tipsy," she started. "Pete and I had gone out and when we came back things got heated, and obviously that led to us sleeping together, and right as I was about to finish I yelled out your name," she trailed off. My eyes widened, and I immediately lifted my head off the pillow to look at Aubrey. She offered me an innocent look, making her look even sexier than she already is, and I couldn't help but laugh at her confession.

"I always knew ya loved how good I was in bed," I said through my fit of laughter.

Aubrey groaned in response, "You're missing the point." She shook her at head at me. "I wanted to share moments like that of pure pleasure with you and only, not because you're better but because I love you so much."

"So ya do admit t'at I fuck ya good?" I raised an eyebrow at her, smirking.

"Niall!" Aubrey screeched before slapping my chest again, in a very violent manner I might add. A few more laughs out of me and I finally settled down a bit. I just found it so surreal that even in a situation like that Aubrey was thinking about me to that extreme of a point.

"Okay, I'm sorry but t'at's fuckin' hilarious," I replied, turning my body sideways towards Aubrey. "But Aubrey, nothing is gonna tear us apart again, okay? We found a way back to each other for a reason," I sincerely told her.