Anniversary- Oneshot For Megan
Here’s your oneshot! I hope you like it!! Feedback is always welcome:) I tried to go through and edit, but I’m sure something slipped through.
Your alarm was beeping something awful so you throw your hand out, trying to find the contraption to shut it off. Barely opening your eyes, you could tell today was going to be rough. You finally managed to shut off the wretched thing and huff. February was not your favorite month, and to make it even worse, rain was pounding on the window outside.
Crawling back under the covers, you sit up suddenly as you realize what day it is. It’s your and Niall’s one year anniversary! You grin as you reach for your phone to check to see if he’s called you or texted you. Your mood suddenly darkens as you realize there’s nothing on your phone, which is bizarre.
Counting back the days, you realize you haven’t talked to him since early yesterday. Not able to hear his voice, anyway. Going through your inbox, you only see the “super busy day today, wanna call you, but I cant :(“ and the “so knackered, have to sleep, early day tomorrow. Love you baby.” Feeling seriously disappointed, you send a text to yourself just to make sure you’re getting them. The message comes straight in.
Feeling sad, but not completely terrible, you call, but it goes straight to voicemail. Hanging up, you try again and get the same result. The voicemail you leave is short, but sweet, telling him you miss him, that today is a special day and you just wanted to talk to him. This is what happens sometimes, you tell yourself, because, let’s face it, dating a boy-band superstar is difficult.
You get up and go through the motions of the morning: showering, getting dressed, eating breakfast, doing your makeup. Two hours have passed and you haven’t heard your phone ring, but you can’t resist checking it again for what seems like the thousandth time.
Now it’s almost noon, so almost five his time, and you’re worried something’s up. This isn’t like him. He’s usually texting you every time he’s able, calling you when he isn’t holed up recording, FaceTiming when it’s late for you, early morning for him. Niall hasn’t ever forgotten an important date before, so you’re wondering what in the world is going on. You send a text, but another hour goes by and it goes unanswered.
Wiping tears from your eyes, you grab your hat, coat, mittens and boots and walk out the door. The rain has finally stopped, but it’s damp and cold, which you half-smile at because it fits your mood so perfectly. Ending up on a bench in Central Park, you check your phone again and an idea strikes you. You’ll text Harry! He’ll know if Niall is alright and what’s going on!
Hey Harry, is Niall alright? I haven’t heard from him since yesterday afternoon. A few minutes go by and the phone vibrates.
Yea, everything’s good. Just working on some stuff at the house and his phone died and he forgot the cord.
Okay, thanks. Can you tell him to call me when he gets a chance?
Yea, sure thing. xx
Feeling slightly reassured, you tighten your coat, laughing at yourself. Niall would never not call you, especially on a day like this! Heading home, you crawl into some sweatpants and one of Niall’s old shirts and fall asleep, clutching your phone.
You dream of the time you first met Niall, at a signing at the local mall. It was late and the signing was almost over, but you ran and made it in time. Finally making it through the line, you rush through the other four boys, grateful for the chance to say hello to the people that make your life worth living. Finally make it to the one boy that really makes your life worth living, especially with all the hardships you’ve faced. His blonde hair is perfectly tousled and he smiles that sweet smile and your stomach erupts in butterflies.
“Hello,” he says, still grinning. You’ve lost the ability to speak, so when you greet him, it comes out as a squeak and he laughs lightly.
“Hi,” you finally manage, sliding a piece of paper across the table. “Will you sign this?” He takes the paper from you and asks your name.
“Megan,” you say and you fight the feeling to duck away because the way he’s looking at you makes your stomach flutter even more.
“That’s pretty,” he says. “I like that.”
“Thanks,” you murmur.
“To Megan,” he narrates while signing his signature. “xoxoxoxoxoxo Niall.” You’re smiling so widely at this point, your cheeks are aching. The numerous xoxoxoxo’s are silly, but sweet.
“Do you have time for a picture?” You ask, digging around in your bag for your camera. The security is looking at you harshly, but Niall smiles.
“Absolutely, “he says, gesturing you to come around to the other side of the table. Quickly walking around, the photo is snapped and before you know it, you’re being ushered away by security and other fans are taking your spot.
When you get to the exit of the mall, you stop to look at the autograph you’ve just received. This is being framed! You think. It’s getting pretty late and the temperature is dropping, so you think it’s best to leave now. But before you get all the way out of the door, someone is calling your name. It’s a voice you immediately recognize, but think it’s too good to be true! Niall is running towards you, grinning all the while.
He finally makes it to you, and runs his hand through his beautiful blonde hair. “Um,” he begins, “I feel like I didn’t get to speak to you enough up there. And I think I want to get to know you more, if that’s okay with you.”
You gulp and smile so brightly you wonder how ridiculous you look. “Yeah,” you say. “That would be okay.” Exchanging numbers, four hours doesn’t pass before the first text message comes through. Ever since that day, you had been pretty much inseparable.
Your dream suddenly shifts to the first concert you got to stand back stage for, with Niall kissing you lightly on the lips before the show starts and the band begins to play the first song. The song they’re playing keeps repeating though, so consciousness starts to take over and you wake up in a hurry and realize you’re phone’s ringing! And that’s Niall’s ringtone!”
“Hello!” You half yell, half yawn, still asleep, but shaking with excitement.
“Hi, babe,” he says, and even in your haze, realize how exhausted he sounds. “I’m sorry I haven’t called. I hope you know I would never forget our anniversary.”
“I know,” you reply. “You’re too good for that. I was just worried, but I talked to Harry and he said you were okay, that your phone had just died.”
“Yeah, it did. But I’m so sorry I can’t see your face right now. I miss you so much.”
“I miss you, too,” you reply, your voice breaking on the last syllable.
“Only a few more weeks until I can fly out and see you!” He says, trying to sound cheery.
“Yeah, seems like forever.”
“I know,” he chuckles, “Have you checked your doorstep yet today? I sent you something in the post and I just checked and apparently it’s been delivered.”
“No, I’ve been asleep all day. I’ll go check now.”
“Okay. Stay on the line, though, I wanna hear you open it.” You grin as you head down the hallway and unlock the door. Pulling it open slowly, you drop your phone. Niall is standing on your doorstep, grinning, holding a bouquet of flowers. “Happy anniversary, baby!” He says, reaching for you, and you hold your hand over your mouth as tears start to leak from your eyes.
“That’s why you couldn’t call me. I was on the flight over. Does this make everything better?” He asks, grinning, but the grin fades as he realizes you’re crying.
“Why are you crying?”
“Because…because you’re here!” You manage, throwing your arms around his neck. You pull back and press your lips to his. They’re soft, and warm, everything you remember them being. He pulls away slightly, only to wipe away your tears.
“Don’t cry, babe,” he says. “We still have five hours left of our anniversary! Let’s make the best of it!”
“Okay,” you say, standing on your tiptoes and kissing him harder. “Let’s make the best of it.” You nudge your nose against his cheek, and you can feel his smile against your lips.
“I love you, Megan,” he murmurs quietly.
“I love you more,” you counter, never feeling more happy.
