*NIALL HORAN FANFIC*
Imagine your dream was to be with Niall Horan, and one day that dream magically came true.
How far would you be willing to go to be with the man of your dreams? What would you sacrifice?
"I can deal with paparazzi. I can deal wi...
"There's still something I want to talk to you about, though.", he says, putting one of his hands inside his jacket. "You know what we talked about this morning?"
"About that cute cat on Facebook?", I ask, trying to seem like I'm not on the verge of a panic attack.
Niall laughs.
"No, about meeting my family. Maybe we could catch a flight this weekend to Ireland?"
"This weekend?", I blink surprised.
"Or later. Whenever. It's just I really want them to meet my fianceé."
Wait WHAT.
I choke.
Niall takes his hand out of his jacket, revealing a ring. He smiles and stands up, but before he kneels or says anything else, I get up and run out of the restaurant.
*
You're probably wondering what the hell is happening and how did I end up in a situation like that.
Well, I'm sorry but it's way more complicated than what you expect, so get comfortable.
Hope you enjoy the story!!
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