You sigh as you get ready for New Years alone in your New York City apartment. It was almost 2016 and you had to celebrate the beginning of a new year alone because your boyfriend was currently on tour.

You'd been dating Niall Horan, a member of One Direction, for just over three years now. You know that that's a long time for a couple to be dating, but the two of you had decided to take things slow because of his career. He was able to be with you last year, at the start of 2015, but since Zayn left, the tour dates had been pushed back by a few months

It was currently eleven pm on December 31st, 2015. There was just one more hour to go before the start of 2016 and here you were...alone.

You're dressed in a dark red dress with black tights and a black ribbon is done in your hair. Even though you're alone, you try your best to celebrate anyway. Making your way into the kitchen, you decide to pour yourself a glass of wine. After tempting yourself for a good ten minutes, you decide to drink the glass instead of waiting until midnight. Who doesn't get a little drunk on New Years anyway?

You're about halfway through the glass of wine when suddenly, you get a text. You look down to see that your boyfriend had messaged you, and smile. He hadn't forgotten about you after all.

'Hey Tierra! I love and miss you' the text reads. You smile and text back.

'Love and miss you too x.'

Niall messages you again, but this text throws you off a little. It reads, 'do me a favor?'

'Ah...sure?' You text back, confused.

'Make your way down to Times Square.' His response says.

'Why?'

'Cause I don't want you to celebrate alone on New Years! Go out and have fun :)'

You laugh to yourself and shake your head. You thought that his request was quite odd, but you decide to obey anyway. 'Alright...I will. Miss you x'

To your disappointment, he doesn't text back. You sigh and grab a coat, putting your phone in the coat pocket. You check a clock before you leave the apartment. It reads 11:22.

You make your way out of the apartment building and walk out into the snowy city. The streets are crowded, it seems everyone chose the same moment to go to Times Square.

Fighting your way through the busy crowd, you eventually get to Times Square. The clock reads 11:38 and now that you're here, you have no clue what to do. You don't know any of these people...and you didn't exactly fancy being on TV. You deal with paparazzi and the press enough as it is. You debate going back to your apartment, when...you see it.

A quiff of blond hair, making its way to you through the crowd.

Is that...?

Yes, it is!

"Niall!" You exclaim, running to hug him. You're lucky you don't slip on some ice. "What are you doing here?!"

"Tierra," he breathes, ignoring your question. "I want to ask you something."

"Yes?"

Slowly, he pulls a black velvet box out of his pocket and gets down on one knee. You gasp, completely oblivious to the fact that the two of you have caught the attention of practically every single reporter within a fifty mile radius.

"Tierra Agriesti, I love you. I've planned this out in my head many times and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. We've been dating for three years and now...now I want to start out the new year with you as my fiancée. Will you marry me?"

"Oh my God...yes Niall, I will marry you!" You exclaim. He stands up and slides the ring on your finger. As the two of you embrace, cheers are heard from all around.

The clock above reads 11:59. Soon, the countdown begins.

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Your lips meet right as the clock strikes twelve.