Babe

                                    

                                          
"Hey, babe?"
You cringe. You really haven't told him yet. 
"Er- yeah?"
"Where's the ketchup?"
"Um.. in the fridge?"
"It's not there.. (y/n), what's wrong?"
"I don't like 'babe,'" you blurt. 
"Huh?" Niall sets down his plate and comes over to where you're studying at the kitchen table. 
"I don't like it. I don't like being called 'babe'!" 
You feel his large hands rub your back. Then you hear him laugh. 
You turn around, flustered. "What's so funny? 'Babe' is a word for a pig! And, it sounds like I'm a thing, not a person!" You cross your arms, frustrated. 
You suddenly feel Niall grab your arms, pulling you up. He hugs your back, pushing you up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. 
He pushes you, on your back, onto the soft comforter. His hands go on either side of your body, and he grins at you as he straddles your waist. 
He leans down and kisses your nose. "Darling," he whispers. 
His lips press to your cheek. "Angel." 
Your other dimpled cheek, "Sweetheart." 
Then your chin, "Sugar."
And lastly, in between your eyebrows, "Love."
You can't help but giggle as the skin behind your ear gets slimy from his wet lips. "Dumpling."
You giggle again, and your hands now rest on his cheeks. You look into his dancing blue eyes. 
Niall's lips now find yours. After awhile, you pull away. "Sugar Lips," you whisper. The two of you burst out laughing, Niall collapsing on top of you, then rolling over. "I love you, (y/n), I promise I won't call you 'babe' anymore." 
You look over at him. "Thank you...and I liked it when you got all romantic with me," you say, blushing.
Niall smiles and strokes your hair. Then he leans over, hugging your body to his. "Like this?" he whispers, as his lips roam your face once again.