"Did I already tell you that you like an angel?" I ask Olivia as she takes a sip of her champagne.

"I think you haven't, no." She answers and shakes her head. A smile is already building up on her lips.

"Well, Olivia..." I start my sentence and sit up straighter.

"Niall..." She smiles.

"You look like an angel." I say and take her hand in mine. She has the ring on the finger, which she has been wearing ever since we got back together. I give it a kiss and smile up at her blushing cheeks.

"You look like an angel too." She grins and kisses my hand. I can't help it but chuckle. "Like, seriously, you look like God's assistant. Just your tie is a bit off." She starts to laugh a little and takes another sip of her glass. I don't say anything back and just watch her laugh. She puts her glass down before walking over to me. I move the chair back a little and let her sit on my lap. She undoes my tie and then ties it back perfectly.

"Thank you." I say and kiss her cheek. She gets up and takes her phone out of her bag to put on some music. Our song, This by Ed Sheeran, starts playing as she puts her phone on the table. I get up and take her hand in mine. I hobble few steps away from the table and take her other hand, putting both behind my neck. Olivia moves closer to me as I put my arms around her waist. We start to slow dance to the song and I remember the first time we slowed danced together. It was in a dance studio in London where Ally, her best friend, taught some teenagers how to slow dance. They invented our shipname, Nolivia, and it was the first time that I said I love you to her.

"Nolivia." I mumble, making her look up.

"What?" She asks with a smirk.

"Nolivia." I repeat louder. As cheeks turn red as she remembers that day.

"Nolivia." She mumbles and rests her head on my chest again. "I like it. I like it a lot." She says and even though I can't see her face, I just know that she smiles.

We spend hours talking and dancing, taking breaks every now and then so that I can rest my knee. I don't know what time it is when we leave, but it's dark, pitch black. As I drive us home, I have one hand on Olivia's thigh. We sing songs together but just after a slow one, she falls asleep. I drive to the side and take the jacket of my suit to put it over her as a blanket. It might not be the comfiest material but it's better than freezing.

An hour later we arrive in my driveway. The gate is closing itself as I kiss Olivia's cheek to wake her up. She doesn't move at all. "Princess." I whisper and kiss her cheek again. She still doesn't move. "Olive, gorgeous, wake up." I say and shake her a little. A moan escapes her lips and she finally rubs her eyes open. She sits up and looks at me with tired eyes.

"We're home." I say and kiss her temple. She just nods as I get out of the car. I hobble over to her side and open the door for her. She gets out herself and walks ahead to the door, opening it with my key for emergencies, making me remember that she hasn't got her present yet. I hobble after her, into the house and close the door behind me. She takes off her shoes and so do I, before I follow her straight into the bedroom. She lets herself fall into the bed, making me laugh.

"Princess, you haven't opened your present yet." I say and sit down next to her hips.

"You haven't opened yours either." She mumbles and rolls onto her stomach. I didn't expect a gift at all but it's Olivia, of course she has a gift for me. She stands up on the bed and jumps down before walking into the closet. Moments later she arrives back with a big black box that as a ribbon around it. She sits down on the bed across from me and puts the box between us. "Open it." She says with a smile. She's fully awake now.

I open up the box and see hundreds of pictures inside. My jaw drops down and my eyes widen. "I printed out every picture I had of us on my phone and on yours." She explains as I look through a hand full. "A USB is somewhere inside with the videos." She says and I look up at her again. "Do you like it?"

"Of course I like it. I love it. We-we can add more pictures every Valentines Day and our kids in the future can look through them and see how we looked when we were younger and we can tell them a story to every picture, if they want to hear it or not. This-this is amazing." I say and cup her cheeks, pulling her closer to me.

"Happy Valentines Day." She smiles as I rest my forehead on hers.

"Happy Valentines Day, gorgeous." I mumble before attaching my lips to her. We kiss and kiss and kiss. When we pull apart again, I close the box and point to my jacket. She takes it off her shoulders and gives it to me. I take my present for her out and give it to her. She opens it up and her lips form a big smile. "Keys to the house. One for your key ring and one is necklace. So that you can always get in." I explain, even thought it's pretty obvious.

"It's perfect." She smiles and gives the box to me. I take the necklace out as she turns around. I put it around her neck and give her shoulder a kiss before she turns back around to face me.

"What now?" I ask as she puts her hair behind. I put the boxes and the jacket down as she moves up on the bed.

She shrugs. "It's already Saturday." She giggles and lies down on the bed again.

"I'd say we have pancakes." I suggest and lay down next to her.

"Maybe later." She mumbles and puts her arm over me. I put my arm around her shoulder and kiss her temple. Within seconds we fall asleep in each other's arms.

It's the same garden but a different dream. The little girl and little boy aren't running around, laughing and having fun. Instead, they're sitting on the swings, not talking, not laughing, not having fun. The sun is hiding behind the clouds and everything just seems grey. I haven't had this dream before. It's new, different, but the garden is the same and so are the little kids.

"Can you promise me one thing?" The little boy asks. They are both looking down onto the grass, avoiding each other's eye contact. It seems as if they aren't friends anymore. Something must have happened between them, but what?

"One thing." She mumbles.

"Promise me to like me when we're older." He says, looking up from the ground. He looks at her, wants to see her face, but she keeps starring at the grass, making him look down again.

"I don't even know your name."

Silence.

"Just promise me to like me when we're older." He says after a few minutes. He looks at her but then stops and looks away when she nods her head yes.

"Promise." She says and looks up. He lifts up his head and their eyes meet. "It was nice to meet you." She stands up and walks over to people who probably are her and his parents. Only when she walks over, I notice that she has a patch on the back of her head. The little girl takes the hand of her father and hides behind him as her mother hugs the other woman. I can't see their faces, can't recognize who they are. The little girl and her parents leave. I feel my heart hurt. It's like someone is tearing it apart.

I look back at the little boy and see that tears are streaming down his face. "Niall, come in. It's going to rain!" His mother calls from inside. He gets up and runs in as it starts to rain.

My eyes open and I'm in Niall's dark bedroom. I'm laying on my back, with the dress from yesterday still on, and Niall's arm around my waist. The blinds are closed and I have no idea what time it is. The woman said Niall, I think, Niall. I-I didn't hear that wrong. She definitely said Niall. But the only Niall I can think of is my Niall. My Niall who lies next to me. My Niall who grew up in Mullingar and I grew up in Dublin... but wait, I didn't grow up in Dublin alone. We-we lived somewhere in Ireland before we moved to Dublin, but I can't remember where. Is it possible that Niall and I knew each other before I moved to Dublin? Is it possible that we were friends? But if it is, why can't I remember one thing? And why didn't Niall ever tell me that we knew each other before?

He wouldn't keep a big thing like that to himself, right? He would tell me. He wouldn't just act like we didn't know each other before. He would tell me. He definitely would, right?

So, we can't have known each other before the day he helped me with the box. That's not possible.

But then, who's the Niall in my dream? Or did I hear the wrong name after all?

My head is spinning around and starting to hurt. I take a deep breath and cover my face with my hands. Niall moves around next to me and I freeze. He licks his lips and tightens his arm around me, before continuing to sleep. I sigh. For a moment I thought I woke up him, which I really don't want. Not right now at least. My head hurts as names that sound like Niall fly around in my head. Kyle or Mile and many more, of which more than the half aren't even names. Lyle, File, Pile, Briall...

"Briall is not even a name." Niall suddenly mumbles, making me flinch and move away from him a bit. I didn't realize that I was saying the names out loud and not just thinking them.

"What?!" I ask and turn my head to the side to face him. He opens his eyes and cups my cheeks.

"Briall is not a name, nor are Pile or File." He says and kisses my nose. I blush bright red and bite my lip. "Are you thinking about baby names?" He asks and I just nod, instead of telling him about the dream. "I think Daniel would be nice for a boy, or Niall Jr. " He smiles and puts his arms back around me.

"And for a girl?" I ask and ignore the slight pain in my heart, which I always get when I think about babies.

"Maybe Carly." He says, pulling me closer.

"I like it." I mumble and snuggle into his chest. I still don't know what time it is, but I know that I want to continue sleeping in his arms.

"Are you still tired?" Niall asks and strokes my back.

"Very." I answer and look back up at him. He seems to be fully awake, his blue eyes are wide open and no sense of tiredness is on his face.

"Didn't you sleep?" He wants to know and kisses my forehead. I close my eyes as his lips touch my skin.

"I dreamed the whole night." I explain, mumbling.

I ask myself if I should tell him about the dream, but then I decide that I shouldn't. At least not now. I have to ask my mother first if we lived in Mullingar before moving to Dublin. Only then I can ask Niall and maybe find out if we knew each other before we met in the student accommodation. And only then, I can find out if he's been keeping the biggest secret ever from me.