Chapter 11

Guys I'm SOOOOO sorry I've been awful busy lately and I haven't had time to get on. Don't give up on me. I promise this will get better soon. I love you mofos!!

NIALL'S P.O.V:

I got up out of bed as quietly and lightly as possible. I put on the jean shorts that were sitting on the top of dresser, neatly folded along with my tie-dye purple shirt. I put them both on, put on a snapback and styled my hair so that there were tails coming out of the back. I wrote Harry a note:

Haz, I went out to go get us some breakfast this morning. I'll be back soon. Don't forget that we have rehearsal today. Love, Ni

I walked downstairs and took his keys to the Mercedes. I hopped in and drove downtown. Finally, I spotted a jewelry store. A gift for Perrie's anniversary and a gift for Harry. I walked inside. The lady behind the counter made eye contact with me. She looked young, probably at a uni, with blonde, wavy hair that was in a loose braid. She was pretty, but I'm dating Harry, so I wasn't going to flirt. I walked up to her.

"Excuse me. My friend is going to propose tonight, and I wanted to get his girl a gift. I want to get his fiance a necklace, and my lad a ring. He actually sent me here to do it for him so he could prepare for the proposal." Nice one. I thought to myself. 

The girl smiled. "Of course. Follow me." She led me to the rack of necklaces. One caught my eye: A silver one with a simple diamond in the center. 

"That one's perfect." I said, pointing to it. She took it off of the rack and handed it to me. Then she led me to the back of the store. "This is where the rings are?" I asked, looking around.

"No...Not really..." she said before smashing her lips on mine, forcefully kissing me, tongue and all. I tried to keep my mouth squeezed shut, trying not to let her tongue slip into my mouth. She started touching me, and that's when she crossed the line. I slapped her hand away, grabbed the first ring I saw, slapped 100 euro on the table, and sprinted off with the necklace and ring. I drove to the first bed and breakfast, ordered quickly, and sped home.

"Harry!" I sobbed, calling for him, needing him. No response. "Harry!" I screamed, crying harder. Finally, he sprinted downstairs, dripping wet.

"Niall, Niall, calm down and tell me what's wrong." He said, looking into my eyes, full of concern. 

"She...kissed me...necklace...girl..." I sobbed and pounded my leg. I kicked and screamed and fought with myself. Harry tried to grab me, but I fought. Finally, he got me. I sobbed silently. Tears streamed down my red face. Harry was whispering to me.

"What girl? Where?" He asked me. I pulled his ring out of my pocket and gave it to him, never looking him in the eye. He took it carefully. "For me?" I nodded slightly. He embraced me tightly. "This girl, just forget her. Now...You promised me breakfast?" I chuckled, wiping my eyes. He went out to the Mercedes to get breakfast. 

"Ha-Harry..." I asked. 

"Yes, Ni?" he asked, placing the breakfast on the kitchen table.

"Remember Truth or Dare? When this all started?" I asked.

"Ya?" he asked questionably.

"Were you dared to love me?" I asked, looking at the floor. He fiddled with his fingers. "It was a dare?" I squeaked. Still no reply. "Fine then. I knew I made a mistake telling you I loved you." I said. I walked upstairs to my room calmly, locking the door behind me. I sat on my bed, criss-cross apple-sauce [That's the only way I know it...lol] looking at my lap. A single tear fell down onto my shorts. I sniffed and heard a soft knock on my door. It was Harry.

"Niall?" He asked. I didn't acknowledge him. "Niall?" He squeaked again. I got up, unlocked the ddoor, then sat back down on my bed. He walked in, his face showing evident signs of crying. He placed something on my dresser then closed the door respectfully behind him. I went over to it and picked it up. It was, like, 5 pages. 

Dear Niall,

I'm sorry. It was a dare at first, then I realized it wasn't a dare for me. I love you, Niall. Always. 

It went on like that for a while. The last few sentences surprised me.

Niall, 

If you would, I'd like you to give me another chance. If you would, go to the lake where we go for vacation. Be there by 7:00. Please, Ni, give me another chance. I really do love you. It's not a dare anymore. It's real.

Love,

Harry

I looked at the clock: 6:25. It would take me around 20-25 minutes to get there. I put on a pair of jeans, a white button up, and a jacket. I redid my hair so that the tails under my hat weren't all over the place. I looked in my mirror. I looked...nice...actually presentable. I got in the Mercedes that was outside, untouched since earlier. I drove to the lake, and saw a trail of flower petals, all different kinds of them. Roses, daisies, lilacs, all the kinds of flowers you could think of. I followed the trail until it stopped. I looked up, not realizing I had been looking down the whole time. Harry was dressed in black slacks, a white button-up shirt like mine with a black vest and a black blazer. He pulled out a piece of paper, probably a piece of notebook paper, and cleared his throat nervously before pulling out a guitar.

"I don't mind spendin' every day, out on your corner in the pourin' rain. Look for the boy with the broken smile, ask him if he'd like to stay for a while, and he will be loved, and he will be loved, and he will, be loved." 

I looked at him, quite amazed at how good he was at playing guitar.

"Niall, I'm sorry. It was Louis, all Louis, and since he was my mate, I did it. He said if I didn't, he would never talk to me again. It hurt because he was my best mate, and if he left me, I wouldn't know what to do. He's always been there for me, so have the other lads, but he was really there for me. I care about him." He looked up at me, green eyes glistening, and finished. "But it was wrong." He stood up slowly, led me to the lake, and got down on one knee, pulling out a ring identical to the one I got him, except engraved in mine said "Forever". "Niall James Horan, would you make me the happiest kid alive and be with me forever?" I felt tears start in my eyes as I nodded, slowly getting quicker. 

"Always." I whispered to him. He put the ring on my finger and showed me the inside of his ring. It said "and Always." He slid it back on his ring finger and walked over to me, taking my hand and leaning in slowly. I closed my eyes and crashed our lips together. I felt him sigh happily against my lips and we both melted into it. When we finally stopped, we were both out of breath and all of our clothes except our breifs had ended up on the ground beside us. The sky had gotten dark, but it was still light enough for me to see sweat glistening off of Harry's chest. He looked up at me, gasped out a chuckle, and gave me a crooked smile. I smiled back, glad to know I was now officially engaged. 

"So, now that we're engaged..." he said, still trying to catch his breath. "We get married. Next Saturday. Here. No reception, only the boys and Perrie allowed. Whaddya think?"

"Perfect." I breathed before he dove back in, gently pushing me to the ground. I held his hand as he picked me up, carried me to the RV he rented, and laid me down in the booth. He backed off, unlatched the table, and set it on the ground. He closed the RV door, locked it, and turned the lights down. Oddly, it was the most romantic thing ever. In the dark, I watched him get rid of his briefs and come back to me, ready to fuck me.

"After we're married, no protection. But tonight, I'll use a condom." He put it on as I got rid of my own briefs and putting on my own condom. The rest of the night, the RV rocked back and forth due to Harry's powerful thrusts.

ZAYN'S P.O.V:

"Yes! Oh my god yes, Zayn Malik!!" Perrie cried, hugging me tightly after I proposed to her in the center of town. I picked her up and kissed her lips before pulling back smiling. I put her down and drove home. As soon as we stepped in the door, Perrie crashed her lips onto mine, definatley wanting that kiss. "Zaynie..." she moaned. I needed her. I walked her to the downstairs bedroom. She fell onto the bed, dragging me with her. She took off my navy blue blazer and tossed it aside, then proceeding to my white t-shirt, then my pants. Soon I was left in only my briefs. Her clothes were also strewn aside. We were heated, kissing every inch of each others bodies. She gladly accepted a short sex session before we both fell asleep next to each other.

LIAM'S P.O.V:

"Louis, we gotta get out of here. Now. Before something gets ugly." I pleaded. Louis had accidentaly bumped into some girl and her boyfriend got ticked and he started yelling at Louis. "Louis, c'mon." I said, starting to cry. Louis didn't back off. "Louis!" I yelled, my voice cracking slightly.

"Shut the hell up, Liam!" Louis yelled at me before turning back to the drunk bastard he was yelling at. That's when the tears fell. I touched his shoulder to try to get his attention. My tears flowed harder.

"What, Liam?!" I started silently sobbing as he looked at me, anger in his blue eyes. He looked at my tear-stained face. Suddenly, his anger dissolved, realizing the harm he did. "Liam! Liam, wait!" he called, but I had already walked out. I didn't know where I was going, but I was definatley going somewhere. I heard footsteps approaching me, so I picked up the pace. The other footsteps picked up pace, too. I started sprinting. They started sprinting, too. I suddenly stopped at they rammed into the back of me. I turned around, fist ready, sniffling and wiping my nose. Then I realized it was Louis. I slowly put the fist down, still wiping my runny nose and eyes. 

"You followed me." I sniffed. 

"Ya, I did." he replied. 

"Why do you care about me?" I asked quietly, tears spilling from my eyes. 

"Because, Liam, you cared about me. Ever since we met, you cared." he said, now crying as well. 

"I guess so." I whispered, barely audible. I was engulfed in a bear hug, tears hitting my hair. I cried into Louis' shirt, holding him tight. 

"I love you." he whispered to me, kissing the top of my head. I sniffled in his shirt, realized that we were sitting by an oak tree. I fell asleep on his chest, and woke up the next day, fully clothed, in Louis' bed, my head in his lap, my hair strewn everywhere, and my hand being gripped tightly by Louis.