You were standing there, in your completely own, little bubble of imagination, not paying attention to what you were doing.
You were dying your best friend, Niall’s hair. You didn’t understand why he wanted to dye it, you always adored his brunette hair with blonde dips and now he wanted to dye it purple. Well, dip dye it purple anyways. It was a bold decision you thought to yourself, but you’d always wanted to dip dye yours green or pink.
You found yourself putting the color onto his eyelid as he was laugh-yelling at you. Instantly you stopped what you were doing and went to get a towel, only to find Niall already drying his eyelid himself. “Why do you even want me to dye your hair? You know I can’t dye hair even if my life depended on it! Why dot you get Lou to do it?” “I told Lou I wanted you to, because I don’t care how you do it, as long as I get to spend time with my prince…” Niall cut himself off realizing what he just said. *omg, he called me princess. He’s never called me that before, like ever. This is weird. Oh god, he’s blushing. He’s never blushed around me before, not where I’ve been the reason. Act cool, act normal.* “uhm…” *oh no, nothing’s coming out. Say something clever. Wait why don’t I hear words? Ok, not clever then, just words - speak any language you have to choose from* “I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t know why I said that…” “It’s totally fine Nialler, just remember I’m a princess I don’t wanna be a queen” you laugh faintly and awkwardly trying to make it a bit more of a comfortable situation. He laughs. That laugh, those baby blue eyes, almost like looking straight into the Caribbean Ocean, and that smile; that perfectly contagious smile that could make your day a hundred times brighter by just appearing, and those cheekbones that just make you wanna squeeze them and kiss them until he tells you to stop. “Y/N, are you alright there?” He laughs and waves his hands in front of your face trying to bring you back from your own thoughts. *shit. Did I just daydream about him, in front of him?!*
“Yeah, I just got to get a view of your hair and I reckon I did a bloody good job there my lord” that made him laugh which made you laugh along with him. “Well, I shall take a look in the mirror then and decide that” he went to the mirror in your hallway, which was almost too narrow for two people. “My fair lady, it looks just beautiful!” He exclaimed, that made you smile even wider than you already did. You’d always had a massive crush on him but were too scared to make a move, afraid that if you did and you feelings weren’t returned, your friendship, the unbreakable friendship the 2 of you had, would never be the same.
“Look Y/N, i don’t know how to say this…” *is he gonna confess?* “I… Uh.. I-I uh, wanted to, erm, say that..” *he is actually gonna do it, he’s gonna tell me he loves me.* … *wait, did I miss it? Has he already confessed?* the song Kiss Me Slowly by Parachute was playing in the background as you sang along in your head. “Do you wanna cook some supper?” *was that it?* never in your life had you been more disappointed than you were now.
You find all the kitchen supplies and started cooking your favorite food: pasta screws with chorizo and cheese sauce. It all felt the same, despite the awkward conversation you had minutes ago. You sat on the sofa watching the game and as usual Niall got carried away and started yelling at the telly. “Niall, you do realize they can’t hear the wise words of Niall James Horan?” “Says the girl who still doesn’t know how to tell the time an can’t swim” you both bursted out laughing. You hair went everywhere as you at there clapping like a retarded seal, because you were laughing to the point that no sound was coming out.
You stopped to catch your breath and Niall started to look intensely at you. He moves closer to your face, he grabbed a stray of your hair and tugged it gently behind your ear. That one ear which you hated because it didn’t match the other, it had always been a slight tad bigger than the right ear. That’s also why you got your right ear pierced, to remove focus from the left one.
He went to face you properly and looked you deep into the eyes. He then started to lean forward, his eyes desperate for an answer whether this was a good or bad idea. You gave him none. Instead you took his hand and squeezed it gently but kept a firm grab. “Y/N I have been wanting to so this ever since I first laid my eyes on you” he whispered and started to lean closer *shit, he’s going in for a kiss. How do I do it? What if he gets disappointed? Do I hold his face, keep his hand in mine? What about my other hand? Where is that one going?* and before you could do anything you felt his lips on yours. His soft lips that you’d been admiring for so long. The kiss was perfect. It sounds cliché, but for a moment you felt like you were the only two people in the universe, like nothing else mattered. You pulled away and exhaled.
“Y/N I really really like you, in fact I think I might actually love you” “I feel the same Nialler” “Y/N you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words from your lips, your beautiful lips that suit your pretty face so perfectly” he stated before stealing another kiss from your lips.