I Cannot Hide This Even Though I Try ~ A COMPLETED One Direction Fanfic

6 - Go Time

"Of course I'll be yours, you idiot," I say before practically tackling Liam and crashing my lips against his. His shock doesn't last long at all before he's kissing me back, just as fervently. The kiss turns into a very passionate snog before we finally have to stop and breathe, at which point I realize we were just making out on the floor of a restaurant. Luckily for us, no one was paying any attention whatsoever.

"Is this really happening?" Liam asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"You mean are we getting married?" I ask, smirking at him and he nods. "I sure hope so," I murmur before pecking him on the lips again.

"In that case," Liam begins, taking my left hand and sliding the ring into my ring finger.

I grin widely at how perfectly it fits, then take his hand and do the same. "You'll be needing this," I finish for him.

I hear movement nearby, so I stand up to see that the two couples are on the other side of our table. I wink before extending a hand to help my boyfriend fiancé stand up. "He said yes," we blurt out at the same time. We turn to face each other and start laughing. Louis, Harry, Zayn and Zayn's girlfriend all start laughing with us, happy to see us so joyful. Everything in this moment is perfect.

As we go to sit down, Liam's hand accidentally hits his glass of water. I watch, as if in slow motion, as the ice-filled water flies out of the glass and lands all over my shirt and pants. The sudden cold sensation gives me just the jolt I don't want, waking me from my perfect dream.

I sit up so fast, I fall out bed and land on the floor, tangled in my sheets. I had, fortunately, been a bit overheated when I went to bed, so my comforter is on the floor beneath me, saving me from any possible injuries. Which would also explain how I got that sudden chill. Damn it...

"Oh damn. I'm sorry, did I wake you?" a familiar voice asks from the doorway to my room.

I rub my eyes and blink a couple of times, not sure I'm seeing right in the dark. Maybe I'm still dreaming...? I think to myself as I stand up. "No, I was just dreaming," I explain, my voice deeper and scratchier than usual from being asleep. "Are you really here?"

"Yes, Ni, I'm here. I came home early to be with you for at least a little while on our two-year anniversary," Liam says, enveloping me in a hug and kissing my forehead.

I look at the clock and see that it's about 20 minutes to midnight. "Holy shit, Li, did you just go against management?" I question, my voice filled with amazement and shock.

"I-I guess, yeah," he stammers, embarrassed.

I smile up at him before kissing him softly. "Thank you," I murmur against his lips. I try to hold it back, but a yawn manages to escape from my mouth.

"Come on, sleepyhead." My fiancé boyfriend picks me up and lays me down on the bed, then undresses and grabs a pair of pajama bottoms from his special drawer. He climbs into the bed and cuddles up to me, wrapping and arm around me.

I shift slightly so that my head is on his chest and I can hear his heartbeat. The constant thrumming of his heart slowly calms me until I'm almost asleep.

I don't know if I'm dreaming or not by now, but I hear Liam's voice softly saying, "I love you."

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*Liam's POV*

I actually made it to the apartment building before midnight, but Niall was already asleep. I accidentally woke him up, which made me feel even worse about the whole situation, but it wasn't on purpose. I saw him sleeping there so sweetly and was just going to sneak in, cuddle up with him and surprise him in the morning. And then I heard him talking in his sleep and I froze up, accidentally knocking over a glass he had left on the bedside table.

I'm used to Niall speaking in his sleep, but it was the things I heard that caused me to freak out. His words were fragmented, but what I caught was something along the lines of, "You me get married? Hope so... You need this..." He was restless until I knocked over the cup at which point he shivered and rolled out of the bed and onto his blanket.

Now I'm lying beside him on his bed, holding him in my arms like I do every night I can be with him. I don't know what he was dreaming about, but it seemed like something big. It was something to do with marriage, according to what I heard. Why would Niall be dreaming about getting married?

I try not to let the possibilities overwhelm me, but it's difficult. I eventually fall asleep, but I don't feel very rested when I wake up. In fact, I wake up with a headache and feeling more tired than I had when I got home last night. I stay as silent as possible as I sneak out of Niall's room and into the kitchen, planning to fix him some kind of breakfast as a small part of making up for being gone on our anniversary.

I rifle through the pantry and refrigerator before deciding to make waffles and slicing up the few pieces of fresh fruit Niall has available. It doesn't take me long to prepare everything and set it on a tray, then grab a glass of milk to go with it and carry it into Niall's room.

The first sign of Niall waking up is when he starts scrunching his nose up. "Food?" he asks, his voice thick with sleep.

"I fixed you breakfast, love," I point out as he opens his eyes a little.

He blinks a few times before fully opening his eyes and grinning at me. I place the tray down in front of him before moving to sit beside him to where I can wrap my arms around his (surprisingly) small waist. Of course, Niall being Niall means that he is now mauling the plate of food I brought for him instead of returning my affection, but I don't mind. Is he purposely pushing me away?

If I'm being honest with myself, I have been freaking out internally ever since I overheard him sleep-talking last night. I haven't been able to get his words out of my head. Is he really dreaming of marriage? For the first time in a long time I'm scared for our future.