A/N: Niall at the AMAs this year was a godsend. I feel blessed, to be honest :)

"The first time our eyes met, I knew it was true, that I'd love you forever and that's what I'll do." ― Unknown


It was his bright blue eyes framed with glasses that first caught my attention. It was like staring into the sun yet he was metres away from me. He saw me staring and looked right back at me, a smile playing on his lips. Never had I felt so intrigued and flushed at the same time from a guy. The tight silk dress seemed to tighten around me as I pressed my thighs together, getting all hot and bothered from the man's gaze. He was gorgeous.

"Mel, are you OK?"

I looked at my friend, who was the bride of this wedding, seeing that her expression was full of concern. I was her maid of honour today, having been friends with her for over 15 years. We were more sisters really.

"Yeah, I'm alright, Elsa." I lied. And the bride knew that.

"Liar. Your eyes were glued to Niall."

So that's his name? Niall? It suited him now that I thought about it.

"How do you know him?" I asked Elsa.

"He's a childhood friend of Lucas's. We haven't seen him for about 3 years."

"And he's grown up into a handsome young lad, hasn't he, darlin'?" Lucas, Elsa's new husband, spoke from beside her, smiling at me. I looked back at Niall to see that he was engaged in conversation with a man sitting next to him, clutching his glass of wine in his fingers. I got mesmerised by the curve of his jawline and the incline of his nose, the way his glasses brought out the colour of his eyes, stubble littering his chin and jaw. His hair was full of volume, streaks of blonde through the dark strands. His lips broke apart to reveal a bright white smile that had me spellbound. I never believed in love at first night but right now, I was mistaken. Niall was perfect and just from one look, I was falling for him.

The reception reached the point in which the dancing had started, flashing lights sending colours of the rainbow all around the room, friends and couples gathering on the dancefloor to dance the night away. I squeezed past a few people, reaching the drinks table. I poured myself a glass of champagne and silently sipped it, the alcohol spreading through my system already. I really didn't want to dance. The only way I would was if I drank something to loosen me up. Just as the rim of the glass touched my lips again, an Irish-accented voice startled me.

"What's a beautiful woman like you standing here all by herself?"

I almost spilt my drink over me from the sudden statement. I glanced over to my right and saw Niall standing beside me. He was taller than I had expected and the suit he was wearing hugged his figure effortlessly. He had opened the buttons of his dress shirt, spots of chest hair peeking through. His eyes seemed to glow like oceans, just as deep as them too. I never thought glasses could look so sexy because on Niall...they looked sexy.

"Oh, I-I-I don't...know." I stuttered over my words and mentally cursed myself for acting like a hormonal teenage girl. But I couldn't help it. Not when this beautiful man was standing in my presence.

"I don't believe we've met, love. What's your name?" Niall asked.

"Melissa."

"Nice to meet you, Melissa. I'm Niall." He said, taking his hand in my free one, placing a quick kiss on my knuckles. What a gentleman! He was so old-fashioned in that regard and I loved it. It was rare to be greeted by a man in such a fashion nowadays. I felt like I had stepped back into the early 1900s.

"I know. Elsa told me." I said.

"Oh, she did, did she? How do you know her?"

"We've been friends for many years. She told me you and Lucas were childhood friends."

"Yes, we are. Known him going on 10 years now. It's great to see him get his happy ending with Elsa. They deserve each other." Niall's gaze was off me, staring to his left. I followed the direction that he was looking at. In the centre of the dancefloor were the newlyweds, slowly moving to the slow tune. They looked like a prince and princess together, in love with nobody but one another. I turned to face them, sipping the last of my champagne.

"I agree. I'm happy for them."

To see my closest friend finally be married to the man she loved, I was over the moon for her. But it also made me wonder if I would ever feel what she felt. Would I ever have a man's arms wrap around me like Lucas's did around Elsa? Would I ever dance with a man on our wedding day like Lucas and Elsa? Would I ever get the happy ending that they had gotten? I was so enraptured in their loving embrace that I didn't notice that Niall was holding his hand out to me.

"Would you like to dance?"

I was shocked by his proposal. I tried to be polite about it and say no, stating that I couldn't dance, but Niall wouldn't take no for an answer. He grabbed my hand, barely giving me enough time to put my empty glass on the table, as he pulled me onto the dancefloor. I wanted to protest but for some reason, I allowed him to do what he wished. Niall gently placed my arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around my waist, so close that our chests were almost touching. From this proximity, I could make out the thin hairs of his stubble over his skin. I wondered what it would be like to scratch at his stubble and tug his mouth down to mine. It was already something that I was fantasising about, feeling Niall's lips on my own. How would he taste? Delicious, I bet... His voice made me break out of my thoughts.

"See? You can dance." He smiled down at me. The soft lights reflected in his glasses, his eyes turning from shades of blue to green. He was a god from another world, come to live with the feeble humans of Earth. I wanted him to be mine, just for myself. I mentally thanked myself for agreeing to come to the wedding. If I hadn't, I never would've met Niall.

"It's only because my dance partner is quite good." I flirted, batting my mascara-layered eyelashes. The alcohol had started to take affect now but I didn't care. This was my only chance to make a start with Niall so I went for it.

"Why, thank you, my Lady." Niall flirted back as the butterflies in my stomach grew, fluttering about, making me nervous. The slow tune stopped and a faster song came on, much more upbeat but Niall and I didn't stop dancing. He spun me around in circles, my dress flying around my ankles. I laughed with him as the music sped up. Strands of my hair fell loosely out of its bun as I leapt around the dancefloor with Niall, dancing as fast as we could to keep up the music. The back of my neck was sweating a little from the intense footwork and my face was flushed but other than that, I felt amazing.

"Let's go outside, love." Niall suggested, taking my hand again and leading me out of the room, welcoming the fresh smell of the garden. Flowers blossomed in the bushes and the stars above twinkled in the night sky. Pairs and three stood around chatting with glasses of beer and wine in their hands as the party continued on inside.

"Niall, where are we going?" I giggled as he took me further and further away from the reception area.

"Somewhere more private." He answered, his tone softer but somewhat sexier. I swallowed deeply at the thought of why he wanted to go somewhere more private. What does he want to do? The answer to my question came quicker than I had expected.

As soon as we were out of view from everyone else, Niall held my face in his hands and kissed me. At first, I didn't know how to respond. I was in shock that he was kissing me. He had known me for barely an hour and he was making this advance on me. I raised my hands to wrap my fingers around his wrist, pressing my lips harder aganist him, wanting more. As I had thought, he did taste delicious but far more delectable than I had imagined. His lips were smooth and I could smell the alcohol in his breath but that didn't detract from the passion of his kiss. I didn't know how long we had been standing there when Niall broke away. I opened my eyes and saw that his pupils were dilated, a ring of blue around them, and his lips were shiny from my lipstick. To me, that was the definition of perfection. I couldn't even speak. I was still trying to process the fact that he had kissed me, more fervently than I had expected.

"I don't know what came over me just now. I just wanted...no, needed, to kiss you, Melissa." Niall breathed deeply, moving his hands down to my warm neck. I stared at him with wide eyes, in disbelief of his words.

"There's something about you that I can't quite put my finger down on and I like that. It makes you mysterious and unique. And I really...really like you."

My lips parted and I couldn't even blink. I was magnetised. My fingers held onto the lapels of his suit jacket as I smiled up at him.

"I like you too, Niall. A lot."

The huge grin on his face sent sparks exploding over my heart. He slid his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead.

"I really want to see you again. We can swap numbers before the night is over, if you want?"

"Of course I want to. That would be great. Now, let's take these off, shall we?" I laughed, removing his glasses, folding them together in my hand. He looked very different without them on but his beauty didn't decrease at all.

"Don't want the rims bumping aganist my cheeks when we're kissing." I explained with a smile. Niall smirked and leaned down again, resuming where we had left off after our first kiss.

Notes

Here you go, Melissa! I've never written about Niall before so I hope this was OK :)

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