Emma mumbles incoherencies frustratedly as Niall places some bags on the floor. He peeks at her phone screen and sees that Emma is just scrolling in her Instagram account. Pictures of him and her boating and laughing fill the screen.
Niall knows that she hates to fight with him. And he remembers when she fought bad and ended up starving herself and passing out on the bedroom floor. That was one time when Niall's heart almost broke. Her blood pressure went too low and he thought he lost her. Niall ran to the hospital with her, crying his heart out.
She's not doing anything stupid like that anymore so that's fine. Emma doesn't look up or greet him like she usually does and that hurts him. Questions float across his mind making him wonder whether she is ready.
He sits on the bed and places his hand on her calf but she kicks his hand away. Wondering how to turn her back to him, he sits there thoughtfully and then decides to get her to talk to him.
"Emma?" He calls her but she doesn't reply.
"Come on, talk to me. I'm here," he says but still, no answer.
She is busy scrolling through Instagram reels and then momentarily stops when she doesn't hear him anymore. As she is about to turn and look for him, he pounces on her and steals her phone out of her hand, running away.
"Hey!" She screams and runs after him.
Enjoying the moment, he puts the phone on the table and throws her onto the bed. Niall hovers on top of her and starts tickling her sides.
"Niall!" She screams in between the laughs and cries.
"Stop!" She laughs again and tears roll down from the corners of her eyes and she begs.
Eventually, he stops and rests his forehead on hers. Breathing heavily, her eyes avert to his face. His smoky grey eyes won't let her break away. She's only falling deeper into his gaze. Falling into the depths of his heart. What the hell, Niall? What did you do to me?
He kisses the top of her head and gets off of her opening a bag, taking it from the ground. As soon as he takes it out, the smell hits her nose making her want to steal it away. The food looks delicious.
He takes a glance at her and then turns away to the table. Emma's stomach grumbles. She peeks at him but he isn't looking at her anymore. She makes some animal noises making him look back at her.
"What is it?"
Emma pulls pouty lips, blushing like a little girl.
"Um........ Can I-"
She looks taken aback. "But I didn't even com-"
"It's still a no."
Emma jumps from her seat growling and rushes to the door but Niall quickly snakes an arm around her torso and pulls her to him.
His breath fanning on her neck makes her feel hyper. His husky, sexy voice gives her shivers. I'm in love.
His fingers draw circles on her stomach giving her a whole damn zoo. F#ck, Niall.
His body pressed against hers, he taunts her more. He teases her by biting her earlobe and leaves hot kisses on her neck. She gasps quietly and bites down on her bottom lip. Niall sucks on her neck which will be a hickey and whispers in her ears, "I know you are hungry."
She gulps down and nods. He quickly pulls away nodding to himself, much to her surprise, and says, "Come and eat then. It's your favorite."
Emma stares at him and gapes. Oh! You meant the food. Not you...
Emma has no idea what he is up to when he asks her to dress up like a goddamn celebrity and apply his favorite red lipstick.
Oh yeah, he has a favorite lipstick. And he loves to mess it up too If you know what I mean.
He says that Red and Black are her colors. But she doesn't understand why he is obsessed with her, wearing black and red.
Emma kills the look in a red skin-like evening gown and black, plastic-like gloves which reach up to her elbows.
The dress is meant for seducing someone. It is sultry and sexy, with a spicy look. Pairing it with black laced heels, her hair in perfect curls, falling down her shoulders, bouncing up, and downtime to time.
Niall is nowhere to be found. All she knows is that he told her to wear RED. She is given an address and she finds a cab and she surprises herself when she lands under the Eiffel Tower.
It's so beautiful!
Emma gapes as she looks up at the lit-up Eiffel Tower. So bright, golden.
She quickly looks down at the person and her mind blows away. "Niall?"
He is just......... PERFECT.
Niall looks dashing. His hair combed back with gel and his facial hair is completely gone, fully shaved. A cute dimple appears on his right cheeks as he smiles sweetly at her.
"M'lady," he says with that strong English accent of his, that makes her so heated up.
He takes her hand in his and kisses the top of her hand. "What a gentleman!" She says appreciatively and chuckles.
He shakes his head with a hidden smile and takes her to the five-star restaurant for a fabulous meal.
After the meal, they talk a lot, laugh, and joke with each other which seems to cure whatever sadness she was feeling.
Niall brings her out and asks her to stay right under the Eiffel Tower so that he can take a picture of her and him. He asks one of the tourists to take a picture for them and then takes a video.
A smile graces the tourist's lips and he says something to Niall that makes him smile a million times more beautiful.
Both of them smile at the camera as the person clicks multiple pictures of them.
And then he turns to look at her. Emma looks a little confused when he looks at her like that. Something in his eyes confesses his hidden feelings.
Taking a deep breath, he asks her, "Do you love me?"
Emma gapes at his question. Without a second thought she answers, "If I didn't, I wouldn't have had become your assistant in the first place."
He is surprised at her answer. "You loved me from the very start? That's not possible."
She chuckles. "I have to admit that you've got quite an attitude, but there's no way that it can stop me from loving you. You're too adorable. And hot. Period."
He laughs thinking how American she is.
She gets serious. "What's up with the questioning?"
He clears his throat and clears his head. This guy is shooting for them. He needs to be quick.
"Emma, I have something to tell you."
"Oh please don't tell me that you have an STD."
"What?" He croaks and shakes his head chuckling. "No, I have something to ask you."
"I don't have an STD."
"Emma!" He cries and she chortles heartily apologizing.
She looks into his eyes and nods. "Go on."
He takes a deep breath. And says, "I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need
I love you more with every breath truly, madly, deeply do
I will be strong, I will be faithful 'cause I'm counting on
A new beginnin'
A reason for livin'
A deeper meaning."
She blinks once. Twice. Thrice. "That's a song."
He smiles. "Truly, madly, deeply by Savage Garden."
"I can't understand a thing, Niall. What are you trying to say?"
He squeezes her hand and nods to himself.
"I just want to let you know my feelings for you. Whenever I see you, my heart beats faster, every time you call me, look at me, kiss me, I get a whole damn zoo. You make me want to fly out of Earth and bring you every star in the sky.
You make me feel so high because you are my drug and I'm so addicted to you. I can't think of a day- Hell, I can't imagine a second you without you. I want you to be the beginning of 'the ME AND YOU' part of our lives. I promise you that I'll love you forever, cherish every moment with you and keep you safe at any cost. Emma, my darling....."
He drags the word and she feels little breath when he kneels in front of her pulling the silver box out of his coat, opening it to her making every single head turn at them and they start flashing their lights at them as he asks her.
"Will You Marry Me?"