Niall's POV:
I sat strumming on my 吉他 as the other lads and Skylar were dancing around decorating the livingroom for Christmas. "Niall. 你 could help 你 know." Louis 说 smirking as he tossed tinsel onto my head. "I could... but then I'd have to get up." I replied lazily. "Oh come on Nialler," Skylar said. "When were 你 ever lazy? I remember the one time..." I block out her voice as I remember the memory.
It was such a sunny day. I sat up in the 草 and stared at the beautiful girl 下一个 to me. "Sky..." I whispered to her. She looked at me softly and waited for me to speak. "I think... I think I 爱情 you." I told her, barely audible. "You 爱情 me?" she questioned. "Why?" I pause and look away from her. My fingers start playing with the long, untrimmed 草 of the park. "Because you're sweet, kind, funny, smart, beautiful..." She blushed deeply and said, "If 你 爱情 me... run to the 最佳, 返回页首 of the 爬坡道, 小山 over there, pick me a buttercup, and come back and 吻乐队(Kiss) me." she demanded.
I smiled at the challenge and hopped onto my feet. "Sure thing, sweetheart." I say winking and taking off. The 爬坡道, 小山 was about a five 分钟 jog. When I reached the top, there were so many buttercups blooming. It was beautiful. I squatted and examined the golden flowers. No wonder why Skylar likes these ao much, I think to myself as I select a perfect buttercup. They are so simple, yet beautiful. I smile and sprint back down the hill. Skylar smiles and stands up to meet me. I feel a grin grow on my face until...
SNAP!
I look around, confused to what the noise was. And then I see them. The paparazzi swarming towards me. "Niall, who's the girl?" one of them shouts. I blink and the buttercup flies out of my hand. "No one. I don't know her!" I run with the crazed group of photographers until I lose them. When I look back, Skylar was kneeling on the ground staring at something in her hands. It was the buttercup, trampled and shaded a nasty yellow. I saw a tear slide down her face before I fled.
I stand up quickly and grab an ornament to hang on the tree. Skylar and I are working closely together. My hand accidently slides across hers and she jumps. A pale blush creeps to her cheeks. There was something about that touch that sent a jolt through my body. Neither of us pulled away, just locked with the memories flashing through our eyes.
I sat strumming on my 吉他 as the other lads and Skylar were dancing around decorating the livingroom for Christmas. "Niall. 你 could help 你 know." Louis 说 smirking as he tossed tinsel onto my head. "I could... but then I'd have to get up." I replied lazily. "Oh come on Nialler," Skylar said. "When were 你 ever lazy? I remember the one time..." I block out her voice as I remember the memory.
It was such a sunny day. I sat up in the 草 and stared at the beautiful girl 下一个 to me. "Sky..." I whispered to her. She looked at me softly and waited for me to speak. "I think... I think I 爱情 you." I told her, barely audible. "You 爱情 me?" she questioned. "Why?" I pause and look away from her. My fingers start playing with the long, untrimmed 草 of the park. "Because you're sweet, kind, funny, smart, beautiful..." She blushed deeply and said, "If 你 爱情 me... run to the 最佳, 返回页首 of the 爬坡道, 小山 over there, pick me a buttercup, and come back and 吻乐队(Kiss) me." she demanded.
I smiled at the challenge and hopped onto my feet. "Sure thing, sweetheart." I say winking and taking off. The 爬坡道, 小山 was about a five 分钟 jog. When I reached the top, there were so many buttercups blooming. It was beautiful. I squatted and examined the golden flowers. No wonder why Skylar likes these ao much, I think to myself as I select a perfect buttercup. They are so simple, yet beautiful. I smile and sprint back down the hill. Skylar smiles and stands up to meet me. I feel a grin grow on my face until...
SNAP!
I look around, confused to what the noise was. And then I see them. The paparazzi swarming towards me. "Niall, who's the girl?" one of them shouts. I blink and the buttercup flies out of my hand. "No one. I don't know her!" I run with the crazed group of photographers until I lose them. When I look back, Skylar was kneeling on the ground staring at something in her hands. It was the buttercup, trampled and shaded a nasty yellow. I saw a tear slide down her face before I fled.
I stand up quickly and grab an ornament to hang on the tree. Skylar and I are working closely together. My hand accidently slides across hers and she jumps. A pale blush creeps to her cheeks. There was something about that touch that sent a jolt through my body. Neither of us pulled away, just locked with the memories flashing through our eyes.