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buck-nialled · 4 years

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I would just like to say I read your imagines every morning and find it so relaxing. Could you write something soft with quarantine cuddling and lazy sex if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable otherwise just adjust it 😊

NOTE: kind of made this similar to my blurb titled “Pecky”. When you’re in the mood, Niall gets hungry. When he turns needy, you turn to National Geographic documentaries.

Babies - N. Horan Blurb

Niall’s arms were enveloped around your figure as you rested between his legs on the bed. Neither of you had become tired of the other during your isolation together, a stunning realization you had made only moments ago in your head. If anything, Niall has become noticeably needy along with yourself. But you figured once things finally turn back around and you will not have him all to yourself, you would regret not making the most of your time together. Therefore, the two of you became nearly one being upon the start of your lockdown and were never out of arm’s reach. Literally. Your fingers would always be entwined, never-ending cuddles were both given and received, and, of course, the kisses were incessant.

An intimate moment had just concluded and both of you were now basking in each other’s heat and the duvet shielding your nude bodies. You were scrolling through each of the channels the television provided, but nothing was piquing your interest. Not that you could read the descriptions of any with Niall laying kiss after kiss over the weak spots lining your neck and shoulder blades. Every few seconds he would find new spots to test them out and judge your reaction or revert to the ones he knew would make you whimper.

His delicate lips, still swollen from your activities only minutes prior connected with your bare skin and left smooching noises to fill the air. Your breathing was becoming more difficult by the second to control as you kept trying to concentrate on the television. As Niall’s lips collided with a tender spot located between your neck and jaw, you surrendered to the National Geographic special on the listings as Niall’s lips resumed their taunting with an added layer of his heavy breaths now filling your senses. You recognized the slight movement of his hips and knew it would not take long for the boy to rebuild his stamina.

“What do you say we—“ a sharp gasp leaves you before Niall could finish his proposal, and he draws his eyes up to the screen.

“Oh my God, look at it!” You squeal at the furry creature being exhibited on the screen while the narrator discusses facts about it. Your hands roam beneath the blankets to subconsciously find Niall’s hands and intertwine your fingers with him, now totally entranced with the animal before you.

“Yeah, it’s…adorable. Now, how about yo—“ Niall is interrupted yet again with a squeeze to his hands.

“Look!” You point a finger to the television, so displaying the animal curling into itself “it’s using its tail to stay warm.” You coo, lips forming a pout subconsciously. Niall let’s put a small huff, trying to fight the urge to roll his eyes. His hands leave yours and travel down to your hips once more to begin rubbing light circles in them in hopes to send his message across. That motion usually got you going whenever you and Niall were behind closed doors, but your attention had already been captured by the small, fuzzy animal being talked about on the television.

Niall pinched your hips lightly, which followed with an elated squeal coming from you. He feels victorious, but only for a few moments until he cast his eyes up yet again to find your gawking face illuminated in the dark room. “Look at the babies!” Niall grumbled and simply returned to kissing your neck, still keeping up the light massage on your sides.

“We should make some.” He mumbled. You only ignored him and resituated yourself in between Niall’s legs. It was as if you could not feel his friend about to sheath your back from how stiff it was, but Niall could feel it. And he was not letting you be sucked into some random documentary until something was done about it.

“Petal…” He had now resorted to whining, which you always found yourself caving into. “Please…let’s have one more round.” He suggests. You hum as if considering his idea but gave no further input.

You shriek in surprise as your body is lifted and twisted to be lying on your back. Niall was now hovering above you, breathing heavy and eyes darker than before. “Pay attention to me.”

Never before had you seen Niall so needy and so vicious because he was so needy. You hated to admit how it made your lust grow. His hands were now gripping your waist tightly, bound to leave fingerprints the following morning and who knows how many hickies by your next two words.

“Make me.”

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busstop · 6 years

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FIC REC: Show Me Your Heart [A Niall Horan Story] (on Wattpad) By @stylishmuser

“Niall, in every sense of the word, is blocked. He’s got the ideas and the tunes to put them to, but he just can’t get the words out. Sonam is a writing connoisseur. Whether that’s a short press release or a 1200 word article. She’s just got a knack for words. Put together rather abruptly, the two realize they have more in common than they thought…” 🖊🎶💕

Bonus: features Original Canine Character! 🐶 PLUS Special Guest, Willie Devine!

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paynezme · 8 years

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Niall or Liam, looking after you while you have a killer migraine?

It's initially quite weird. Because' normally when Niall treads home through the door, he is audibly present. Cause' his laughter is accentuated by the echo that reverberates over the tiles when he's telling you about how Harry got caught trying to scare Dan at rehearsals by pushing his lanky stature through the space between a brick wall and a cemented barricade only to require the assistance of Niall and two tour directors to pull him out by his free arm. ("Absolutely hilarious I'm telling ya'. I wish one of us had of got a photo. Priceless.") But it's a polarizing difference. Cause' before he was home you had been the recipient of his daily texts messages that are ninety nine percent of the time just voice recordings his sent to you cause' Niall feels too lazy to type. But he gets the gist of the severity of your migraine. (’Hey babe. Can you just type out what you said in that recording. I'm scared it's something really loud and I've got a killer migraine.' 'Smart thinkin. It involved drums so it's loud'.) And after the jingle of a set of keys picking at the doorknob of the front door, Niall instinctively reaches his hand for the light before he wisely remembers. Cause' the house is as dark possible for a time before sunset, every single blind blocking any evidence of afternoon sun. And it's only when he sees a tiny whisper of movement that he recognizes the silhouette of your body under the cream fur blanket he bought for at Primark when you were trying to hide the goosebumps scattered every square inch of your body. ("Ere' you go." "What? Ni?" "You're freezing and I'm not giving up my jumper cause I'm cold too, so wrap this blanket around your shoulders." "I'll look like a tool." "There isn't any one here. I'll wear one too if you want?") And Niall's kind of unsure. Cause' you're the one to make chicken noodle soup when he spends the afternoon complaining about a sore throat and when the neighbour had sliced her hand on the mailbox, Niall stood in her driveway like a out-of-water fish cause' you already had her hand cupped in a bandage and the pressure of your hands. But his head eventually ducks under the blanket you've buried your head under and for what seems like a minute, his supple lips are pressed and pursed against your temple. When his voice does picks up, it's so hushed and soft like he is speaking against a fragile piece of glass. ("I was going to offer to make you soup, but let's be real. When was last time I cooked.") And as soon as a resistant laugh begins to rattle with a slightly apparent wince, Niall's hands are quick to hold on top of yours stomach, his eyes widewidewide with concern. ("Fuck, I won't make you laugh again. Promise.")

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eden7272 · 10 years

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Niall blurb where you take care of him after his knee surgery? :) xx

He isn’t as needy as you originally though he would be; all he really wants is a companion. Sure he might ask you to get a cup of water for him every once in a while or he might ask you if you could take out the DVD and put in a new one but It wasn’t anything major. When it came time for him to go to the bathroom he refused to ask you for help. He didn’t want to show any sign of weakness. The occasional cups of water were just laziness on his part – he could do it he just didn’t want to go through all the trouble. You could tell he was in pain when he tried shifting, he would grimace and his jaw clenched as he grabbed his knee and slowly swung it over the edge of the bed. You pretended not to notice because you knew it was a hit to his ego knowing that he was temporally handicapped. Having you wait of him was one thing but when it came to him realizing how physically limited he really was, that was something totally different. You could hear the toilet flush when he successfully made it to the bathroom and out he came on his crutches making his way back to the couch with a grin on his face. I told you I could do it he’d say as he’d readjust himself. He’d swing an arm around you but you’d be too paranoid to hurt him that you’d just sit there stiffly. It’s my knee that’s hurting not my chest he’d say as he brings your head down to his chest. Eventually you’d loosen up and curl up into his side as you watched the 5th movie that day.

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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Lefty - N. Horan Blurb

NOTE: while tumblr is a great way to get news fast, i realize it is also an escape for some people FROM the reality we are facing. so i thought a blurb would shed a little light in this messy darkness we are facing right now. i hope you all are staying safe and alert, wherever you reside at this moment <3

It had been five minutes since you sat beside Niall on the couch and let your eyes wander over his concentrated figure immersed in his notebook. He flipped through various pages and read over them several times before flipping to the most recent page and arbitrarily scrawling different chord progressions or lyrics. You felt your heart swell each time his tongue peeked out between his lips. It was a small tell that he was fully encapsulated in one of his latest ideas. He probably did not notice the act himself at most times, which made the small smile on your face only grow.

Your thoughts shifted as your eyes traveled down to his left hand, where his fingers embraced the black ink pen and fiddled with it subconsciously. Your eyes caught a glimpse of the words written hastily along with the lines journal, looking as neat as ever.

“How do you do that?” Your voice cutting through the silence made Niall’s head snap up, eyes wider than normal.

“What was that?” He asks, letting his eyebrows coming inward and a familiar line form on his forehead.

“How do you write with your left hand? My handwriting is barely legible even when I use my right one.” You remark, lightly chuckling at your chicken scratch of handwriting. Niall turns down to look at the words he had previously written and shrugs.

“It’s not that hard. Here, try it.” Niall hands you the notebook and pen, advising you to use a fresh sheet. Not wanting to interrupt the future flow of Niall’s thoughts, you did as instructed and flipped to the very last page of the book. Carefully, you maneuvered the warm pen to fit your hold and slowly wrote out your name letter by letter. Upon finishing writing it out, you held it up for Niall’s eyes to study.

“Well?”

“I mean…if you squint yer eyes n’ tilt yer head a bit…” Niall responds whilst choking down his laughter. They all but burst out of him though, when you began hitting his chest lightly with the notebook. “Okay, okay…here,” without further objections from you, he tugs your body down to fit against his chest and positions the notebook back to splay open in front of you. His hand, like always, grabs hold of your own and fits perfectly. Slowly he brings your joined hands down towards the paper and begins writing. As he guides your hands, he takes it upon himself to rest his chin atop your shoulder and turn to place a kiss gently above your ear. The affection tempts you to abandon the writing lesson immediately and attend to a more intimate activity until Niall is nudging you to look back down towards the notebook.

When “I love you” is completely etched onto the paper, and not your name, your heartbeat quickens even further.

It was the first time either of you had admitted it. You maneuver your body, Niall's head abandoning your shoulder and staring down upon you instead. There was a hint of nerves swimming in them.

Tilting your head back, your eyes gaze into Niall’s with warm admiration. “Really?” All you earned in response was a large grin spreading on Niall’s face and the feeling of your hands moving once more. Craning your neck back down to the notebook, he is writing—or rather, making you both write—a simple "yes".

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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Hi lovely! your writing for niall is absolutely amazing! i love reading them :) i was just wondering if you could write a sleepy niall imagine. needing some soft niall fluff rn. thank you so much!! xx

USING A TRENDING URBAN DICTIONARY WORD AS A WRITING PROMPT: day 2

PROMPT: peas and carrots – meaning: I love you, we belong together, we go well together. actually a forrest gump reference: "we goes together like peas and carrots."

NOTE: this was too perfect to not combine with this anon’s request so I hope you like the result :)

Peas and Carrots - N. Horan Blurb

Friday was your favorite day of the week. At first, it was Wednesday, solely because Niall would always swing by your work and share lunch with you in the middle of the week at the same time in the beginning stages of your relationship. But one year and a small move later, Friday nights turned like that of a sacred holiday to both you and Niall. For one thing, both of you got to leave work early after five days’ worth of exhaustion. You typically ordered takeout not just as a celebration for making it through another week but because neither of you felt any energy to cook when you could be in each other’s arms.

Typically, a bath happened prior to your food's arrival, and then movies would follow. However, something about this week left Niall feeling incredibly drained, to the point where a shared bath sounded dissatisfying to his ears. When he offered to just skip that part of the agenda and stumbled to the couch instead, you did little to nothing to object. When you reached the couch, Niall was already planking his body down on the cushions, head buried face-down into a throw pillow.

You only shook your head with a small smile forming, and gently lifted his head to substitute the pillow with your lap instead. Judging by Niall’s head snuggling further into your thigh a few seconds later, you were certain he was not complaining. You slowly reached forward to fetch the remote from the coffee table to flick the television on, cueing Niall’s body to twist and face sideways at the sound.

As you searched for a movie that piqued both your interests, your fingers absentmindedly combed through Niall’s soft tendrils, a lock curling around your finger now and then. He did not hide his little hums of contentment as you did so, and you took each one with a smile and a little more motivation to continue. Minutes passed of the two of you looking at movie posters fruitlessly until you both chose a familiar favorite: Forrest Gump. Throughout the film, both of you (mostly you) quoted every line you could remember.

“Mama said I had lots of shoes.” You giggle, before hearing the doorbell to the apartment ring. “Oh? Must be our—” A protesting murmur sounded from your lap as your figure maneuvered to lift itself off the couch. Niall’s arm lifted and wound itself loosely around your waist, in an attempt to keep you from leaving.

All you could do was laugh at the cuddle bug desperate for your company. “I’ll only be a minute, Ni.” You took his hand which had “trapped” you and kissed the back of it, before laying it on the couch and standing up to retrieve your dinner.

When you arrived back, Niall seemed to have regained the energy to sit himself up and move the coffee table closer to where your spot was on the couch. Taking your spot beside him, the two of you continued to watch in silence through your mouth-watering dinner. When the boxes were cleared and your silverware was cleaned off, Niall hummed for your attention.

“Your turn.” He announced, lifting his arm and pulling you into his bare chest. How he managed to ditch his shirt without you noticing was beyond you. Were you complaining about it? Absolutely not. The movie resumed, Niall now quoting the lines more frequently, while you found your fatigue against his torso.

“We goes together like peas and carrots,” Niall whispers along with the television and into your ear as if it were secret and accentuates the line with a small squeeze into your side. You smiled and tilted your head up to lock eyes with him. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you mumble, before falling back against his front and letting your eyelids fall on their own accord. Before sleep could fully send your body away, the unmistakable feeling of Niall’s lips against your forehead registered, and you were swept off with the promise of sweet dreams

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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Oo oo oo! Would you write a Niall imagine where he's on live and the reader goes up to him and just kisses him and he forgets he's on live and kisses her back but suddenly remembers and she gets really embarrassed? But he's not embarrassed and is glad he can show off his girlfriend so teases her? If not that's fine! Tysm :)

lol i’ve made so many live stream imagines i might just make a separate category on my masterlist for them...anyways, i hope you like this one anon!

Tangent - N. Horan Blurb

As you walked out of the kitchen, a cup of tea occupying both of your hands, you found Niall talking nonchalantly to his camera yet again. It was a sit that never failed to make you smile. Especially now that he had branched on his path in the music industry, the interaction with fans had grown tremendously within the past few years. You noticed after each live stream you witnessed from afar how elated they made Niall afterward to talk with the people who support him unconditionally day in and day out. Each time you had somehow missed one, due to being out of the house for other affairs or attending your job, Niall always filled you in on what you missed during his chats, which usually took up anywhere from thirty minutes to more than a couple of hours.

His smile was prominent when describing how the live stream played out. He would talk about specific fans who had the honor of joining him on screen, to the occasional comment he would have to hold back laughter for, but silently applauded. And he always made sure to watch out for comments addressing your name, whether it be asking where you were that day or a simple compliment that he knows would make you smile just as wide as it made him.

Creeping up beside him, as not to disturb the flow of a tangent he had gotten on, you set down the cup of tea atop the coaster lying on the piano. You kept your cup secure in your grip and decided there would be no harm in sitting beside him while he spoke. A few sentences later, he turned to face you with an appreciative smile. Instinctively, his arm crept around your waist, to pull you closer to him and more in the camera’s frame. Your legs were touching by this point, and you weren’t afraid to say how it still made your heart flutter and give you feel similar to first-date jitters.

“Thank you, petal.” Niall murmurs, as he takes the steaming drink into his hands and takes a sip. “Takin’ such good care of me.” You flush and lean up to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Always.” You both pull away, the smiles on your lips unfading while people worldwide gushed at the scene before you. Turning back, your eyes study Niall’s phone becoming inundated with hearts and messages of love. You cleared your throat and resituated your seating position, as a cue for Niall to return to his stream. All he did, though, was let an unbridled laugh out, before pulling you close to him once again.

“This girl right here is amazing. I had the worst cold last week and she never left my side through it once…” You rolled your eyes as he began overflowing in adoration for you in front of thousands of people. But it was another tangent that you knew would leave you smiling, so you stayed red through the whole thing.

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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Hi love. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind writing a Niall imagine where he‘s live on IG and playing a song on the piano and you sit on his lap to cuddle, oblivious that he’s on live (like the tik toks of girlfriends sitting on their boyfriends laps while they play video games). Could you do like the fans reactions and have the fans love them and the cute content? Thank you so much x

i actually had a similar concept in my mind a couple of days ago so THANK YOU ANON bc you read my mind

My Lovely - N. Horan Blurb

Your boyfriend sat behind the piano, twiddling the ivory keys and mumblings random strings of melodies in front of his phone. You could not help the smile that graced your lips to see him purely in his element, the sight of him candidly humming and chuckling to himself as filled your insides with euphoria like no other thing. It did not come across your mind that your figure had wandered into the frame. Niall’s eyes failed to peek up from his hands idly pressing keys to the comments acknowledging your presence in capital letters and exclamation points. A sudden urge to just be near him surged through your being and before he could catch your figure running up behind him on his phone screen, you were sat down in his lap with your arms wrapped loosely around his neck. A startles gasp left his lips, and the breeze your body sent with your surprising him make goosebumps raise up on his arms.

But after realizing what just occurred, a small laugh left his lips and his eyes saw even more comments flooding in. “Can I help you with something, princess?” Niall asks, letting one of his warm, gently roughed up hands leave the keys to come to rub up and down on your back. “Just bored, want to cuddle you.” After mumbling out your lame excuse for Niall’s affection, a small laugh left his lips and he turned his attention back to the tens of thousands who were watching your snuggle fest live.

“You guys should know who this is, my lovely.” Niall introduced you, though it was not needed. Four years’ worth of photos featuring the two of you as strangers, to friends, to the couple, was already online for any eyes to pry. But he accentuates the nickname with a hearty kiss on your cheek, just in case. More hearts come in, heart eyes and the occasional “aww” joining them.

Your eyes widened and you turned to face the phone, cheeks flushing a scarlet so deep the phone could not help but focus on your shocked face. “I didn’t know you were live…I’m sorry.” Your voice quiets to a whisper, and you felt so flustered that at that moment, all you could do was hide your face in the crook between his shoulder and neck.

“You’re okay, love. Look, think they missed you more than me.” Reluctantly turning towards his phone, once again, you see just how many people got excited from your appearance. Deep down, it made your stomach flutter at how proud he was to show you off to the world, even if you were still scared to reveal who you were with to friends outside of social media and celebrity news. The number of viewers at the top of the screen grew as well, and a few verified accounts joined the absolute party going down with fans in the comments.

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“Damn we should go live together more often,” Niall comments, as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “They love you more than me!” He laughs to himself, seeing how much love and support you were being given. He brings his hand down from your upper back and lets it pause on your hip to give it a gentle squeeze. Your eyes glint at the silver ring that was on his left hand and your smile only grows as you reach your own hand down to rest on his. You connect eyes with him and mouth a small “I love you”. And despite the audience not being able to see or hear it, they know you said it when Niall mouthed back without hesitation “I love you too” before bringing your hand up and planting a kiss on it.

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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Please make a dad niall fic when you 2 find out you are pregnant pls

hey anon, changed up the initial prompt a bit. essentially Y/N fakes her pregnancy at first for a joke, which turns a little angsty, but overall the ending is super sweet. i promise! hope you like it!

Team Girl - N. Horan Imagine

You bit your lip to keep the evil grin contained. It almost hurt not to smile down at the plastic stick, unused and showing two pink lines. With April Fool’s day past, you were praying Niall would not see through your little lie and know that it’s a joke. You two always used protection and were precautious in every intimate moment when there was none around. Logically, unless a condom ripped (which in this case, it did) there is no way you are carrying Niall’s child. You took a few deep breaths in the bathroom, trying to let out a few last-minute giggles and compose yourself for your performance.

You open the door to the restroom and slowly walk into the kitchen. Niall was seated at the small table, staring down at the paper for today, with his glasses adorning his face and a mug of coffee in his hand. You almost let a laugh slip at the thought of how much he embodied that of a father without having offspring of his own. Luckily, you covered it with the clearing of your throat and gained Niall’s attention while doing so.

“Hey, petal.” He pulls out the chair beside him for you to sit at. “How’d ya sleep?” His eyes glance back down to the paper’s article, while you sat yourself down and scooted in until your knees were touching his.

“Fine.” You replied. Niall looked up at you with concern, while you just averted his gaze altogether. Suspicion built within Niall, it was obvious in his expression, and judging by the slow-building tension in the silence you knew it could not be long until—

“Are you okay?” You gave him a small side-eye without realizing it, which made you look even more guilty than intended. Finally, you turn to meet his inquiring gaze and brush your hair back with your hand.

“Yeah, I um…sorry, I’m just nervous…I don’t-I don’t know how to—” It was impossible for you to even voice a coherent sentence. Niall knew then that something was greatly troubling you, and he sent one of his hands on your thigh in comfort.

“Hey, whatever it is you can tell me.” His hand rubs smooth, circular motions on the top of your leg, yet it does nothing but makes your heart pick up at the thought of catching him off guard in less than a minute.

“Okay, um—yeah,” you pause and scratch the top of your head as you reach beneath your leg Niall’s hand was not resting on and clutch the fake test in your grip, “honestly it might be better to just—it might be better if I show you…” you make your hand tremble as it sets the small, white stick on the table and let your empty palm retreat into your lap. Niall’s hand that was on your thigh came up to scoot the test closer to him and peer at the two lines, brows coming to a drastic rise. It took a moment of dumbfounded silence between you and Niall until his eyes finally looked up into yours. You tried pulling a worrisome expression but did not know how well it was working for you, as Niall’s current emotions had become indecipherable.

That was until his arms encased your body and swung it around wildly in the middle of your kitchen. A gasp left you hearing his exuberant shouts. All through your shock, he was laughing in pure joy that (in his mind) a tiny human was dwelling inside of you, and he had created it.

“This is great! I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad! And our little girl—or guy—personally I’m team girl but—”

“Wait, Niall…” He paused, setting your feet down onto the kitchen floor. Your hands came up to his arms and rubbed them up and down as you stared into his eyes, the brightest you had ever seen them. “This-this doesn’t worry you at all? I mean we’ve barely discussed this…and we always use protection…” You were having a difficult time trying to tell him that this was all a joke. In all fairness, he had never brought the idea of children up and you made sure not to do the same in fear of crossing a line way beyond where your relationship lied. However, he seemed to be taking this better than you would have, had it been real.

“Yeah, I guess it was a little unexpected. I mean, it caught me off guard when I saw the test but then I thought about it. Condoms aren’t always one hundred percent effective, so it’d make sense if one had torn and we’d not noticed. But, love,” his warm hands reach out to blanket your own, “we’ve babysat Theo and your little cousins plenty of times. I have seen the way you are with kids and…I just know we’re going be great parents together.” His eyes remain gazing at your downtrodden expression, which was unmoving. You never wanted to picture yourself breaking Niall’s heart the way you were about to, but it was happening.

“What…unless the kid isn’t mine?” Niall scoffs jokingly in an attempt to get a smile from you. Your features remain unchanging, and his mouth falls open. “It is mine, isn’t it?”

Another silence falls between the two of you, but it was much denser than before. Before, when you thought this whole thing would end in lifted spirits and a couple of light-hearted laughs. Maybe even a relieved sigh. But the thick air, which was now borderline suffocating you, proved the result would be far what you had envisioned. The picture in Niall’s head, you guess, was not the same either.

“It’s…nobody’s.” You choke out. Niall’s hands were still gripping onto yours, but much tighter than a few seconds ago. “It’s not real, Niall. The-the test was fake…I’m sorry.” One of your hands disappears from Niall’s hold to muffle the sobs threatening to leave you. Tears welled in your eyes at the sight of your boyfriend’s face falling.

“I—I need a minute.” Then, it was Niall’s hand leaving yours and his presence leaving the room.

An hour or so had passed, and the doorknob to your bedroom was taunting you to no end. You stood in front of the door for a good fifteen minutes, contemplating if approaching him now was too soon. You had composed most of your thoughts and went through all of the hypothetical ‘what ifs’ which could happen during the upcoming conversation. But one question remained unanswered, and you were determined to change that now.

As your finger grazed the handle to the bedroom door, it turned before your eyes and the door was opened from the other side. Niall had the same idea in his mind.

“Ready?” His hand reached out for you, and your head lifted to meet his eyes, red and bloodshot. You nodded and shadowed him to the bed, sitting down beside him.

“So…it was just a joke? All of it?” You let the shaking of your head do most of the talking for you. “Even the part where you were nervous to tell me? Or the upset?” You thought for a moment but could not come to a definitive answer in your mind. “It just kind of hurt to see how sad you were at the thought of having a kid with me.” He admits. Now, your head was shaking furiously back and forth, and your fingers lurched to interlock with his own.

“No. That’s not what it was at all. I thought for sure you just wouldn’t be so…excited to find out I was pregnant—”

“But why? I’d be overjoyed. I was bouncing up and down when you told me.”

“We’d never brought it up before. No one has ever pinned the “kid question” on us…it was never discussed. You always wear condoms…I just figured you’d be a little more caught off guard. Not swinging me around our kitchen and shouting…” Niall only nods, understanding how that could look from your eyes. And you could see his side of it, too.

“I never knew you wanted them so badly until I told you this morning.”

“To be honest, I didn’t either.” Niall shrugs with a small chuckle. “But when you handed me the test and saw it was positive…I don’t know. All I could picture was a little me or you running around, and it made me so happy to think about. At that moment, all I could think was how great these next nine months were going to be with you, and then the years after that.”

“Yeah…that sounds nice.” Your head leaned to rest on Niall’s shoulder, eyes closing to envision it yourself. A few moments passed and Niall nudged your side, having you peek up at him.

“So how would you have reacted…if you were pregnant?” He prompts. You ponder the question for a moment.

“Had we not been sitting here talking about it, I would still be a bit nervous I think. But…” your lips turn upward as you gaze at the man before you, “no matter how the conversation turned out, I would still be happy knowing it was yours.” Niall mirrors your smile as one of his hands come up to cradle your cheek. “You’d be a great dad, too.”

“That’s a lot of talk about someone who’s never had a kid. Want to see if you’re right?”

It was an average Sunday morning. The smell of brewed coffee led a trail for your nostrils to follow and meet Niall in the kitchen. He greeted you with a kiss and a warm cup of your favorite roast. You never realized what difficulty giving up caffeine for nine months would give you. Six years and nearly nine months have passed since the Tuesday morning that Niall had handed you a mug of the same roast but was shocked by your refuting it seconds later.

The conversation replays in your mind like a movie you could never get over.

“Why aren’t you drinking your coffee, love?”

“It’s not good for the little one.”

His reaction held the same if not more exuberance than the faux pregnancy announcement you had presented less than a month prior. To ensure him it was not a joke, you had brought your first ultrasound photos as evidence, which earned a quip from Niall about how “they make prank ultrasounds now”. Needless to say, his comment ended in a slap to his chest, which you were held tight against by his strong arms.

The familiar creaking of a bedroom door drew Niall away from his final blueberry pancake, and you from your thoughts. The two of you locked eyes and silently counted down from three together, before a small body barreled into the kitchen, nearly knocking you down by your legs.

“Mommy! Daddy! It’s my birthday!” The small girl cheered in your arms, pumping her fists into the air. You brought her into a tight squeeze and kissed her head.

“You’re right, it is! Happy birthday, sweetie.”

“What’d you make for breakfast, daddy? It smells good.” The child squirmed in your arms to be set down and raced to her father at the feeling of her feet hitting the floor.

“It’s a surprise, little one. Go sit at the table with mommy and I’ll bring it to ya, okay.” He bent down, cueing your daughter to stand on the tips of her toes for Niall’s lips to press against her hair. “Now go!” He shooed the two of you away as he finished plating the three dishes. Your daughter was bouncing in her chair and nearly screeched when the stack of pancakes was set before her eyes. Two dots and a curved line of whipped cream sat atop of the stack, along with a few stripes of syrup and blueberries on the side. You had received a similar looking plate, except your whipped cream formed the shape of a heart.

You glanced up to find him sending you a small smile, and the familiar hand placing itself on your thigh beneath the table. The cold steel of his wedding band sent the best types of chills down your body, and you could not help but smile back at him.

“Thank you, daddy!” The child seated beside you murmurs out with her mouth full of food. You and Niall turn to grin at her. Not even a minute into eating and she had already gotten syrup smeared around her mouth and a prominent milk mustache. You excused yourself from the table to fetch some paper towels with Niall’s voice singing “Happy Birthday” repetitively echoing throughout the walls of the house.

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Can you write a imagine were Y/N is willies friend and comes to quarantine at his and Niall’s. Niall ends up liking her and willie encourages him to speak to her or something xx

NOTE: so sorry this took so long to post anon its been the course of weeks i have attempted at writing and rewriting this multiple times and i am still a bit unsure about it so if you or any readers would like to give feedback that would be vv appreciated! Also put a lil thing in here for the anon who thought it’d be cool to incorporate my blog name in an imagine so here is to that reader of mine also, enjoy!

Sad Song Addict - N. Horan Imagine

It had been three weeks since you took up the offer of staying with Willie’s flat with him and Niall. At first, you were hesitant, wondering how Willie’s roommate would feel about your unanticipated stay that could last upwards of eighteen months from predictions of the news. The morning you woke up to the news of airlines shutting down and flights being canceled, you began frantically packing up your things in the hotel room you had booked for the week. But your hope and energy were drained by the end of it due to the current situation and the fact that you gained nearly three hours of tossing and turning on the lumpy mattress you “slept” on last night.

Luckily, Willie lived only minutes from the hotel and was calling you with the proposal of a living situation before you could even zip your suitcase closed. You wanted to decline and kept shaking your head in refusal at each argument Willie came up with: which were very logical and irrefutable. You were stable on your feet financially, but not confident enough to book your stay at a hotel for a year. Additionally, most items you packed to keep you “nourished” were a few granola bars and bottled waters.

It was thirty seconds into Willie’s desperate pleas over the phone for you to come to stay with him when you finally caved. It made you feel lucky, almost, to have a person so close (literally and metaphorically) who cares for you enough to offer their living space and all that is offered to you for as long as necessary.

Now, three weeks of the same guest room, same-colored walls, same sheets, and comforter, the same atmosphere; you had your first breakdown. It was minor and could have been much worse had you not opted for a good cry in the shower and rather tear up your temporary living space. Your breathing was shattered, heartbeat erratic and you’re pretty sure more tears leaked from your eyes than they did from the showerhead above you. You were grateful Willie had left for a quick run to the store for food and whatever cleaning supplies could be scavenged, otherwise you knew he would have heard you.

The beating streams of water trickling down your red face was refreshing, but also a bittersweet method to open up your thoughts. You never realized how much one could take for granted. Specifically, those you saw every day or even every month. You missed being able to walk outside and do the simple tasks you once thought to be mundane: like checking the mail or turning on the sprinklers.

Towards the end of your revelations, you did not hide your smallest whimpers, nor the large sobs which all but heaved out of you. You let them slip because it was the closest you’ve achieved to screaming in a while.

Willie may have been out of the house during this point in the night, but his roommate was not. Niall’s room happened to be right beside the bathroom where your unbridled collapse of emotions had taken place. While he twiddled with the pen and blank pages of a journal, something more peculiar had caught his interest. The sounds of your crying only a room over physically pained Niall to listen to. He yearned to block the noises out, even thought about putting on a pair of headphones to keep your privacy, but the guilt inside of him overrode it.

Labeling your relationship with Niall as “friends” would be a stretch. You would call yourselves acquaintances at most. Ironically, Willie was like a brother to you. But whenever you and Niall visited London concurrently, there were two different parties you would both attend too. Out of the two, Willie was your only mutual friend. Therefore, you and Niall exchanged very few words with one another in past gatherings, maybe shared a pint at the same table. But other than that, you never did cross paths with one another.

Despite you living with him now, it seemed as though nothing had changed. Niall helped you bring your bags to the guest room, gave a less than detailed tour of the home, and accepted they would have to cook for three now. As far as Niall knew, Willie was thrilled to be having another friend to stay with him. While Niall did not seem to mind your figure bustling through his house with suitcases, it was much more pleasant than he let on.

Niall learned to be discreet about his emotions over the years and follow a rule to put it all in the notebook for only his eyes. Secretly, he has always been infatuated with you and would be lying if he said a few certain songs on his previous album were not about you.

You would think that having you here in front of him every day would make this upcoming album an easy write. At least the mushy-gushy songs, Niall thought. But the moment you stumbled through the front door, any idea Niall might have had was pushed to the back of his mind. You were all he could think about, but it seemed impossible to put that in the right string of words since the two of you had become closer.

In a physical sense, that is. Though Niall enjoyed the idea of finally having an intimate conversation with you about whatever, and Willie had persuaded him many times to do so, he lacked the courage. If you were interested you would have come up to him first. At least, that was Niall’s logic. That thought then led him down a rabbit hole of unnecessary thoughts of if you ever thought of him as a friend. What was he going to do if you admitted the likeness was not reciprocated. How was he going to get you to admit it?

The unmistakable sound of the bathroom door creaking open has Niall’s ears perking up. Though he was afraid to know if you felt the same about him, he would feel worse to stand idly by and know you were not your happiest. With a content sigh and a disappointed glance at the still-blank pages before him, Niall heaved himself off of his desk chair and emerged from his bedroom.

Traversing down the hallway until he is facing the guest room door, he begins to regret leaving his own. While his mind was screaming to go back and just ignore whatever urge drove him to stand up in the first place, his knuckles beat him and celebrated with a few steady laps to the door.

“Come in.” Your voice was muffled, but Niall could hear your voice, shaky, and congested from the sadness and snot you tried your best to contain upon exiting the shower. Niall entered the room slowly, as though the floors were lined with fragile antiques he best not knock over. As he glanced up, his eyes drank in the sight of your cheeks, puffy and red as you swiped away below your eyes, trying to rid of any evidence of your earlier emotions.

“Hey,” Niall greeted. He gently waltzed over to your figure, sat with your legs crossed on the bed. “May I?” You gave a small nod to Niall, seconds later having him sitting beside you.

“So…watcha doin’?” Niall tries a lighthearted tone of voice but fails miserably. You had suspicions, as if your blazing cheeks were not obvious enough, that Niall knew very well what you were suffering moments before. But now that he had just confirmed it, your cheeks felt that much warmer.

“You heard me, didn’t you?” There was no point in trying to avoid what both of you knew. After this awkward conversation (wherever it would lead) he would probably go tell Willie, who would sit you down and counsel you without your consent.

“Uh, yeah…I just wanted to check up on ya.” His expression was unchanging with its concern. A few moments of silence passed between you two before a small whisper passed you.

“Yeah.” You nod, meeting his eyes. “Just got a little…homesick. Started thinking. Maybe a little too hard.” You laugh a little. “Listening to sad songs in the shower probably didn’t help, either.” Niall hums in agreement, sparing a smile at you.

“You like sad music?” You scoff at this.

“If there was an AA for sad songs, I’d be their biggest supporter.” Your comment made Niall snort through his remark.

“I’d probably be the president.” His challenging statement earned a light raise of your eyebrows.

“Is that so?” Your hand moves over to retrieve your phone. Upon unlocking it and opening your music library, you offer it to Niall with an outstretched arm. “Take a look.”

He scrolled through your library, eyes widening at some songs or artists he assumed you would never know existed. “Wow…you weren’t kidding.” Niall chuckled, recognizing many of the titles listed on your phone screen. After a few more moments it was handed back to you, who had an accomplished smile gracing her face.

“So, what have you been doing?” Niall shifted slightly on the bed, clearing his throat.

“Writing. Or, I should say trying to.” He rolls his eyes, lips twitching downward to a small frown.

“Having a block?” Niall gives an upsetting shake of his head.

“But from what Willie told me, there’s another songwriter under this roof.” He gives you a sly flick of his blue eyes, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his head. It was obvious as to what he was hinting, and with how taken you were for the man, “no” was the last answer he would be getting.

“I am. Were you in need of some of my expertise?”

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt…” Niall shrugs, making you giggle lightly.

“Okay, well—”

“Neither would a date.” He cuts in. It takes a few moments for you to digest the words, and you sat in awe.

“A—I’m sorry, I thought you said—”

“A date? Because I did.” The smirk is climbing up on Niall’s face once again, along with a hopeful gleam overtaking his pair of blues.

“I….”

“Will you go out with me?” Lost for words, the only motion you could perform was a frantic nod. Quickly, you reach over to the bedside table and grab your planner, untouched for the last few weeks in exception to the hour you dedicated to canceling plans and rescheduling other activities for the upcoming months.

“Yeah, what day did you have in mi—” Before you could complete your inquiry, a thin piece of paper fell from the current page in your planner. It was not thin enough to be a plain sheet of paper, nor thick enough to be considered a cardstock or a poster. Niall snatched the object to discern it and flipped it over to reveal a photo.

The polaroid you secretly asked Willie to give you nearly a year ago displayed both you and Niall sat beside each other, laughing over something your awful (and very hazy) memory could not remember. Just when you thought your cheeks were remedied by the flowing conversation between you and Niall, you felt the vicious fire rising to taint them once again.

“This was…that was the night we met, wasn’t it?” Niall questions, baring a bit of tooth at your abashed expression, flailing for any excuse to leave this topic of conversation. Quickly, your hand reached out to snatch the polaroid from his grasp, tucking it safely away in your planner.

“Irrelevant.”

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Could you please write an imagine where the reader is dairy sensitive, but one day she eats a lot of dairy and decides to sleep in the guest room to not bother Niall while she’s gassy, but neither of them can really sleep bc they miss the other and then it’s just super fluffy the next morning? You don’t have to if you don’t want, I’ve been enjoying your writing!

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Tradition - N. Horan Imagine

As you splayed your aching body down atop the guest bed, you could net help but ponder all of your past relationships and compare them to where you were now. At this moment in time, no partner you once knew came close to Niall and how he understood you. One of your first serious relationships had the tradition of questioning your self-diagnosis of lactose intolerance. It was inquired so often he almost sang it like a song after each shopping trip, every dessert, and all of the pills you carried with you just in case. The relationship that followed consisted of one major issue: listening. Particularly, the lack of it when you had mentioned your dairy allergy to the man. It was safe to say the affair between the both of you was short-lived.

But Niall, he was a gold star when it came to your issues. Even before you two took the big step of sharing a home, he always made sure to have your favorite dairy-free foods and snacks on-hand at his place. No questions about your diagnosis were asked whenever it was mentioned. And the day you called him asking for what you deemed to be the “biggest favor”, he barely saw picking up Lactaid as going out of his way.

He was especially understanding when cravings would strike for various things like iced coffee or a milkshake. Today was one of those days when the two of you shared an early dinner at a New York-inspired restaurant, whose cheesecake just looked too delectable on their menu. Neither you nor Niall had remembered for you to take your pill beforehand, which was a rare case. Normally, it was at the front of your mind at times like these, but you were desperately craving the velvety smooth dish, and your hand longed to stay in Niall’s all night, you were certain your subconscious had pushed the routine manner away.

Your mistake hit you like an epiphany two minutes into the ten-minute drive to the house. It came in a form of your stomach painfully contacting and a small whimper as your hand squeezed Niall’s free one on the compartment between the two of you. The meek sounds that kept leaving your lips in between pants caused Niall’s eyes to flick over to you in worry, and he was already predicting the cause.

“You alright, petal?” His hand sent an assuring squeeze back as he sped up the car. You kept your lips pressed tightly together, and bit down so hard on your teeth you had prepared for them to shatter from the pressure.

“I forgot…” you began, struggling to speak as another painful churn within you came to its peak. “I forgot…” you try again, only to let a strangled cry leave you a few seconds after. Niall squeezed your hand once more, taking a turn down a road that he knew would lead the two to their house faster.

“It’s alright, love. I understand, just breath.” If this was anything like labor, you could safely say you were adopting.

The drive that Niall managed to cut down to nearly six minutes felt like twenty to your body, scrunched up in the passenger seat in your attempt to find a comfortable position midway through the drive. Upon parking, you did not wait for Niall to even take the key from the ignition before you were bustling to your front door and digging through your bag for your pair of keys. You jiggled the key furiously into the doorknob before a familiar click sounded. You completely abandoned the open door, key still hanging in the lock as you raced to the guest bathroom, locking the door behind you.

Your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment at the situation you had stupidly put yourself in the middle of. Even though it has been years that you and Niall have been together, he had only caught you in this scenario once, at the very start of you dating, where you politely requested Niall to leave your apartment when the sickness had overcome you. The next morning, he had come by with your favorite flowers and candy (obviously, dairy-free) with a wide smile. Though he took it all well and without qualms, you think it was because he was not there to witness your malaise in its prime, unlike now.

Around ten minutes had passed with your figure sat on the toilet in a less-than-comfortable endeavor, when a knock on the other side of the door sounded. You almost disregarded it over the various whimpers and moans you let float around freely in all of your pain. Had it been anybody but Niall, you would have gladly ignored it. But instead, you let out a stifled “yes?”

“Hey, petal. I left some comfier clothes and water on the bed for you, whenever you’re ready to come out.” Above your suffering abdomen, you could feel your heart flutter for the man stood just outside the door. He truly cared too much for you, sometimes. But you would never let a complaint come from it.

“Thank you, Niall. Would you mind if I…if I stayed in the guest room tonight?”

“Not at all, love. Just as long as you’ll be here in the morning.” Niall jests, earning a small scoff from you.

“Trust me, I’m not going anywhere.”

True to your word, you had only made the small distance that was the guest bathroom into the connected bedroom. And true to Niall’s word, sat atop the comforter was a pair of his boxers and a tee-shirt of his, along with a pair of your favorite fuzzy socks. Near the pile of clothes sat a bottle, filled to the brim with chilled water that was practically orgasmic as you let it trickle down your throat. During your small change out of your jeans and dressy shirt, your eyes took the sight of the lingerie that sadly, would not be of use tonight. But soon, your frown curled upwards to a devious smirk when you grabbed your phone and snapped a couple of photos of yourself adorned in the blue lace.

After changing fully into Niall’s clothes and the socks, you curled beneath the comforter as the milder cramps rolled through. You and Niall had been particularly frustrated lately that neither of you could find an acceptable time to be intimate. Both of your schedules for work were practically inverted, making the time to see one another incredibly limited for both of you. The two of you had to request this date off from work three weeks prior to its happening, and both of you were eager in the days leading up to it. It goes without saying, but the flame within you burnt out the moment Niall was pulling away from the restaurant tonight, but something within you clued that the heat within Niall was still alive and growing.

You looked to find your purse on the bedside table, and fished your phone out of it, pulling up your messages with Niall.

Y/N: sorry the night ended differently than planned :,(

Ni <3: don’t be sorry love, it was neither of our faults. We were both too caught up with dinner to remember

Y/N: that cheesecake was really good

Ni <3: worth getting sick over?

Y/N: totally, but I know we were both anticipating something different. and I don’t want the night to end without pleasing you in someway

Ni <3: what are you getting at love?

Rather than answering his question, you sent him the string of photos taken only a few minutes earlier. As soon as the small “Delivered” appeared on your end, you hear Niall bellow from the other end of the house. “HOLY SHIT, I LOVE YOU!” All you could do was giggle and tap furiously at your phone’s keyboard as a reply.

Y/N: love you too, babe. Have fun ;)

By the next morning, you were exhausted. You figured after purging all of the diary from your system possible the night before, that sleep would come easy. But it was quite the opposite, and the fact was that there was no comforter and memory foam mattress combination that could lull you to sleep like Niall’s strong embrace could. A few hours of tossing and turning in your sleep resulted in a complete awakening in the early hours of the morning, before another forty-five minutes of sleep swept you in its arms once again. You woke up once more after the sound of your front door opening and glanced at your phone sat on the bedside table. The clock read nine in the morning, and you figured Niall had returned from an early morning run due to a lack of sleep also.

You sat up and stretched your arms out, feeling a strange feeling of fatigued refreshment from last night. Slowly, you stumbled down the hall in a tired, needy stupor into the kitchen. Niall had just finished setting the clear vase down in the middle of the kitchen island. It held tap water and a bunch of your favorite flowers. Beside it, a mountain of snacks and candy. But your eyes weren’t lingering on them for long and rather, moved to Niall’s blue eyes crowded with joy at your figure drowned in his clothes. It felt like your body could not be pressed against his tight enough when your arms locked around one another, and his nose rested against the top of your head, taking in the familiar scent of your shampoo.

“What’s all this for?” You lift your head to meet his gaze once more but remain tight in his hold. He simply shrugs and gives a small smirk.

“Gotta keep up the tradition.”

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Not to Brag - N. Horan Imagine (College AU)

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The wooden door to the lecture hall was near to making a loud bang against the wall by how forcefully the boy pushed it open. He was red and panting from the five-minute sprint he had taken on from his dorm building. Niall did not imagine his first class of his first day at university would obligate him to make entrances like this, but at least he was building his presence on campus.

“Ah, Mr. Horan.” The way his name sounded on the professor’s tongue, as though it were a pill being swallowed dry, did not sit well in Niall’s stomach. That might have also been due to his skipped breakfast, missed bathroom break, and absent change into clothing more acceptable than sweatpants and an old t-shirt. “Looks as though you’ve been, what’s the expression? Ah yes, saved by the bell.” Niall shuffled further into the classroom, eyes peering around the room for his roommate or one of the frat house occupants whom he had the honor of meeting a week or two before the beginning of classes.

“It’s always a shame to state the obvious to my students, but if you’re the last student to arrive in a freshman year core class, seating options are obviously going to be limited.” His tone remained flat, yet stern as his eyes stayed sharp on Niall. The boy would have never dreamed he would be the first in the throng of students that was his English 101 class to measle himself on his teacher’s bad side. But that’s how things were looking as he muttered a half-sincere apology beneath his breath and shuffled his way to the closest empty seat he could find.

From what it looked like, it seemed to be the only empty seat. Niall’s eyes ran across all four walls of the room, every single row in front of him and behind him. His blue eyes landed on a mess of curly locks, and a pair of greens which looked apologetic for the lack of seating around him. How could he blame Harry, though? Everybody loved him and he’s been there for a shorter time than Niall had. He turned his gaze away, and rather to his side, where he met a pair of eyes uncanny to Harry’s. They looked so similar Niall would have believed the boy teleported seats, until he took in the dark-coated lashes and pink eyeshadow surrounding the emeralds.

“Sorry,” the girl whispered beneath the professor’s announcement of a syllabus about to be handed out. “Do you have a pen I could borrow?” Niall blinked for a moment and nodded lightly, reaching for his backpack. At least he had not forgotten that.

“It’s the first day and you don’t even have a pen?” The words fell out before he could choke them down. He inwardly scolded himself as he handed her the utensil. He must have had a curse for making friends because what he just aid was nowhere near how proper introductions were supposed to go. Rather than an offended response or water bottle to the cranium, he received a scoff.

“It’s your first day and you managed to get in class by a landslide. I’m surprised he even let you sit down. He does not seem like the kind to mess around with.” The girl murmurs, before a tall figure was shadowed over her desk, wearing raised brows and a threatening smirk.

“Impressive observation, Y/N. Comprehension is a major part of my class so I am sure you will find it less than difficult.” He lays a sheet on both your desk and Niall’s. The girl’s eyes were squinted shut, cheeks red with embarrassment while Niall remained stoic, afraid to open his mouth and actually be booted from his seat in the class. The professor distributed papers to the last final rows, leaving the two students to release held breaths and face one another again. A few moments later, though, the anxiety turned to the two classmates trying to hold back their snickers.

“Looks like we’ve both got a spot on our professor’s hit list, Y/N.” His use of her name startles the both of them, she almost forgot through her embarrassment that the professor did her the favor of announcing it to the class. Nevertheless, the girl laughed.

“If that’s true than you’re going first, Horan.” The conversation stopped there, despite Niall’s want for her to continue speaking. He liked hearing her say his last name much better than the man in the front, walking them through a sheet of paper. Towards the middle of the professor’s droning speech, the sound of paper being torn drew Niall’s attention away from his syllabus and to Y/N, who was focused with scribbling something on the torn corner of the paper. A few seconds later, the result was passed to Niall, who let his eyes scan over the message a couple times.

Want to meet up at lunch?

Niall used his other pen and scrawled a reply hastily.

Sure, for what?

A few more seconds, and the paper was back in his vision.

To guess how professor hitlist is gonna take us out

Niall looked up, sending the girl a nod. Y/N felt her stomach doing somersaults but would not admit the rowdy celebration her insides were facing. Her heart was pumping, her brain was screaming, and she swore she felt her tummy begin to rumble in anticipation.

Their conversation continued at the college’s cafeteria but did not conclude. Afterward, they took a stroll through the campus’s courtyard, mostly admiring the greenery, while sneakily admiring each other. Niall’s tell was how his own smile grew when Y/N’s did. For what reason? Niall had no clue. Y/N would never admit it was his eyes lighting up that cued her teeth to bare, as the boy talked with ceaseless passion over his choice major: Music. He apologized at least three times during his gabbing but continued without further hesitation when you encouraged him to carry on or asked more questions about it.

“How about you?” He asks you upon conclusion of his talk of the major.

“Well, not to brag but,” the start of her bold sentence had Niall entranced immediately, “I can play a mean tune on the triangle.” Almost immediately after her joke, Y/N was sputtering with laughter. Niall joins her, surprised by the fact he is not let down by this information. He always pictured his dream girl to be a bit more musically involved.

“My brother was always more musically-inclined in the family. Not to say that I don’t love music, because I do. He was just always the one who wanted to take piano lessons and choose choir and band over debate or yearbook.”

“So what about you? What major did you choose?” Niall did not detest Y/N talking about her family. From how she spoke of her brother, it sounded like she respected him and held him close in her heart. But Niall wants to know about her. And who knows? Maybe Niall and Y/N’s brother could be good friends, if they ever met that is.

“Engineering. Which is weird, considering nobody in my family was ever the “math whiz.” It was good I was though; my mom was thankful she wouldn’t have to tutor Harry when he needed help. She was probably the worst at math out of all of us.” Y/N giggles, reminiscing in the many times she even had to help her own mother with fractions in the kitchen each time the woman tried cooking.

“What about your dad?” A silence followed Niall’s question, and he’d never wanted a smile to be put back so badly on a person’s face after Y/N’s fell. A few moments later, the girl could only muster a bitterly awkward laugh and small “no.”

“I’m sor—”

“No,” she cut him off, “God, don’t apologize that’s so awkward. I’m fine. It happened, I grieved and cried and went through all the stages of it. And it was shitty, but I’m here now and I’m better than I was so…” Niall only nodded, the stroll becoming slower as the silence resumed.

“What about your family? Do they live here, or—" Her voice perked up and was back to how it was a few moments ago. Niall was thankful for this, afraid he had depleted the conversation with his question.

“Oh, no. They’re back in Ireland.” He jutted a thumb behind his shoulder, as though his home was something he left behind. In this case, that assumption could be applicable. Y/N chose not to delve further into that thought.

“Ireland! That’s where you’re from. I was trying to pinpoint the accent…and I almost said Scottish.” Y/N chortled at her own obtuse statement.

“Good thing ya didn’t. I would’ve been off—”

“Y/N! Hey!” The two looked away from one another to spot a figure running up to them from a distance. He grew taller with each thumping step on the grass. “I want to—oh hey, Niall. What’s up?”

“Wait—you guys know each other?” Y/N furrows her eyebrows, glancing between the two boys. “How?”

“Niall’s roommate introduced us awhile back. Turns out we’re both majoring in music. How did you two meet?”

“We sat together in English…” Y/N trailed off, worry overcoming her. Harry was very particular over her, and for the most part, was unpredictable about it. Once, in fourth grade, Y/N broke her legs from a plummet off of the playground’s monkey bars and didn’t earn a blink from her brother. The next day, when a boy helped her carry her books to class, Harry saw red and was borderline screaming at the kid. Needless to say, any chance she had with Niall disappeared once acknowledging the boys’ friendship.

“I had no clue you two knew each other. When did you two meet?” In an instant, the siblings’ laughter floated around a befuddled Niall, Harry’s chuckled a little more prominent. Y/N’s seemed quieter, a bit more reserved than they were when she and Niall were talking.

“I met this one 18 years ago in the hospital and haven’t stopped irritating her since.” Harry acted proud stating this while slinging his arm around the girl. Niall began to connect the dots, seeing them side-by-side. Their eyes, the dark curls matted to both of their heads…

“So you two are—”

“Twins,” Y/N rolls her eyes. “I know I can’t believe it either. It’s obvious I was born with all the good looks; Lord knows what happened to him.”

Niall gulps, and would not disagree with her for a moment on that statement. As he was still trying to process these thoughts, one big one jumped out at him. Where did his chance of getting Y/N to go out with him stand now? One of his new best friends just so happened to be the sister of his new friend who he now wanted to be more than a friend. A lot more. While thinking of how to approach this, Y/N asked Harry what she needed him for.

“I was wondering if you were coming to the party at the house this weekend. We’re rushing so you can make friends with all the cute new girls and talk me up around them.” Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry’s ludicrous attempt to get in some innocent girl’s pants.

“Oh, you should come too, lad! There’s going to be loads of girls there.” Even without trying, Harry was somehow deterring Niall from Y/N’s radar and vice versa. Niall’s mouth kept closing and opening, failing to let a word pass him. A distant shout of Harry’s name was heard by the three. Harry put a hand on Niall’s shoulder, pointing a finger at him.

“I’ll take that as a yes. See ya there, mate!” Harry ran off just as quickly as he appeared to go conversate with others in the courtyard.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. Harry just wants to make everyone feel welcome…he’s like that.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Are you going?” Niall asks. Y/N shrugs, before nodding.

“Then I’ll go.”

“Niall, you don’t have to—”

“I know, but I can be a pretty good wingman, too. I did it for own brother all the time back home. Plus,” he slung his arm around your shoulder, similar to how Harry did and pulled you close to his side.

“Would your brother like to see you get hit on by frat guys all night?”

“Are you suggesting we go together?” Y/N crosses her arms and peers up at the cheeky grin Niall was sending her.

“I mean, not to brag but…” Niall somehow pulls her even closer, until one of her hands is being planted on his chest, “I can be a pretty good date.”

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Protector of Girlfriend - N. Horan Imagine

NOTE: a continuation to my angel!niall imagine “Featherlight”, where he meets your parents.

Typically, when you bring the topic of meeting the family up to your significant other, it would leave him shaking in his boots. At least, that was how your prior boyfriends would react to the proposal. And each one you asked always had some excuse, whether it be that they felt it was “too soon” even though you brought the idea up six months into the relationship. Another past affair claimed his job was more important, a big red flag which was an impetus for you to call things off with him soon after.

You were awaiting a similar reaction from Niall when you invited him hesitantly over dinner and asked how he would feel introducing himself formerly to your parents. It is times like these, where your heart was pounding in anticipation and the pauses for his answers felt too long. All of the possible scenarios in how could he say “no” were reeling in your mind like a film.

Until you remember that Niall Horan is an angel at heart.

He did not believe in bad days. Hell, he did not believe the adjective “bad” or any word near it could describe anything. After nearly burning your house down trying to cook him a meal, he ate the charred chicken sparingly and called it “toasty.” Any time it rains, he thinks of all the plants that need watering and all of the cars that could use a hefty washing. Yours included, which you always seemed to forget needed proper maintenance on its exterior. So when you prompted Niall to join you on your next visit to your parent’s house, he was overjoyed.

This only meant he was a step closer to you in your relationship. He would finally meet the woman who cared for you nine months and the eighteen years afterward before he had the chance to. Niall found honor in the thought of introducing himself to the man who thought of his kind like he thought everybody should; caring, endearing, protective.

One minor detail that you failed to mention to your parents was that Niall was not one hundred percent human, as he appeared to be on their doorstep the following week. He donned a navy blue button-down, which made his charming blue eyes pop. Glasses framed his eyes and complemented the tan slacks that made him look overall mature and worthy of looking after somebody's daughter.

Niall’s warm hand met your father’s, who held a gaze so cold, he almost felt tremors run down his spine and to the tips of his hidden wings. Your father was an intimidating man only by appearance. Secretly, he was a big softie but would rather die than to admit such a thing. You and him both knew he was only interested in why this one boyfriend of yours out of many agreed to meet him and your mother (who took in Niall with open arms).

You could see Niall’s tense stance physically relax as your mother took him in her embrace. Something you and your mother both had in common, Niall informed you later, was the calming aura both of you held. And the fact that you both give great hugs and could not cook a proper meal to save your lives.

Following the initial, interrogating questions thrown at him over the dinner table, Niall had your father finally warming up to him. You think it was when Niall brought up his passion for golfing that your father was internally swooning. In fact, when Niall first mentioned his infatuation for the sport, a small part of you thought ahead to the exact moment when he and your father would rattle on about it endlessly.

Towards the end of the night, you squeezed Niall’s hand that rested atop of your thigh and looked towards him. He nodded to confirm he was ready to share his secret with your parents and cued you to introduce it. Though his heart rate was unusually rapid, Niall kept his posture appropriate and the food in his stomach.

“So mom, dad there’s uh…something you should know about Niall.” You bit your lip and felt the man sitting beside you tighten his grip on your hand.

“What is it, hun?” Your mom was curious, but your dad was suspicious. He sat back in his seat, arms crossed and an eyebrow quirked you show he was somewhat interested.

“Your daughter tells me you’ve met angels, sir.” Niall’s voice shrunk as he neared closer to the word. “Is that correct?”

"Angels...oh Y/N don't tell me you told him-" A sigh of disdain left your father's lips making your heartbeat catch up to Niall's in an instant. "Honey, those were just silly old stories I used to make up." Your father waved his hand about as if the topic were a fly he was swatting away. You felt your bottom lip jut out in a slight pout, now feeling doubtful about sharing Niall's secret at the table.

"B-but you used to tell me about all the angels you met. And-and what they were like and--"

"Those were just to get you to sleep, darling. I didn't know you took them so seriously. Nobody's seen an angel on earth unless they're crazy." He scoffs, lifting his glass of iced water to his lips to take a sip.

"I'm not crazy," you mutter under your breath, your eyebrows turning downward. Niall squeezes your hand in comfort, though it feels like you should be the one doing that to him.

"So...so you don't think they're real?" You can tell this topic is aggravating your father the more you talk about it, but you could not deny your interest in his philosophy.

"I can't believe in something that isn't there, Y/N. I know there have been "sightings" and such but c'mon...those things are as real as bigfoot." He declares. Eyes wide and tainted with sadness, you look to your mother for her take on it.

"Honey, we just told you those stories because you liked listening to them. We thought eventually you'd find out they weren't real. Like Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy." She shrugs, helpless to your downtrodden state.

"But what if they are real?" Your parents look up at you, along with Niall. The table is silent for a few seconds, egging you to continue. "I-I mean...what if I told you I saw one."

"Honey...are you on drugs?" Your father's tone hardens, face filled with befuddlement at what you were spewing at them.

"No, I just--"

"Then how did you see it?" Your father's voice cut through your own, which was growing meek.

"It...showed me." You murmur. "It showed me its...wings."

"Showed you its...forget it. If you're on something--"

"I'm not--" you begin refuting, almost laughing in disbelief by how isolated your father's mind could be.

"Whatever you're doing, don't do it under my roof. Okay? Good. We're done talking about this, then."

"But dad--"

"I said, end of discussion Y/N."

Moments of silence passed, the only noises being made was a heavy sigh of defeat leaving your chest, and your mother clinking her silverware against the plate. But another thing you and your mother had in common was your abomination of awkward silences. Just as Niall's stiff frame was about to relax in the dining chair again, your mother asked, "what was that thing we should know about Niall?"

Your lips parted, and your eyes turned up to meet his fearful blue ones. You certainly had not planned for any answer other than the truth. But clearly, your father would refuse to listen to it. And frankly, you were scared of what his reaction would be if Niall did sprout his pair right now, considering the conversation which had just transpired.

"My house...it's quite spacious. Y/N's lease is going to be up in a few months...I was wanting to get your permission first to have her move in with me. It's got a couple of guest rooms. You two are welcome to spend the night for yourselves anytime and see." Niall sputtered out with a few shaky breaths in between.

"Why, that sounds lovely." Your mother sent a smile in Niall's direction while your father just hummed, staring down at the porcelain cleared of food. After that, dinner concluded with Niall offering to help your mother clear the table and wash the dishes. You stayed behind with your father, who sat unmoving in the wooden dining chair.

"I'm not on anything, by the way." You mumble with a frown on your face. "Never have been. Never will be."

"You sure about that?" He remarks and flicks his eyes to the kitchen when he hears your mother and Niall giggling through their conversation.

"He hasn't done anything either. I just...wanted to know your thoughts on the subject."

"I told you we aren't talking anymore abo--"

"I know that. Just forget I brought it up...it's stupid." You say upon turning your heel and pivoting back towards the hall. You see Niall and your mother standing in the kitchen's doorway and you spare neither a glance as you trudge down the hallway.

Due to your childhood home being quaint in its size, your father (with some reluctance) agreed for you and Niall to share your bed. The only rule he enforced was that no funny business would occur beneath his roof, which Niall promised he would follow. One thing you did not miss about staying overnight at the house was your old bedroom. Particularly your bed, still unchanged from when you had moved to college with the same itchy comforter, firm pillows, and hellish mattress that was littered with bumps and divots in the worst places. But somehow, like everything else, Niall made it better.

He let a small groan fall from his lips as he rested up against the headboard. The wife-beater he adorned underneath his button-up was grabbed by his fingers and flung off of his body in seconds.

“Not that I’m complaining…” you begin, allowing your fingers to run up and down Niall’s stomach, “but my dad said no funny business, remember?” You look up at Niall, raising your eyebrows at him.

He simply shook his head. “Not what I had in mind.” His breathing grew labored, and at the sight of the muscles flexing in his back, you turned away. You loved this man, but even after shifting a dozen times in front of you, your eyes could not bear to witness it.

A sudden softness enveloped your body, warming you up to the perfect temperature and acting as a safety blanket. One of Niall’s wings supported your back as no mattress could, and you felt your body sink into it like quicksand. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’d totally make a blanket out of these things…” you moan out, sandwiched between Niall’s chest and wing. He looked frightened but noted to take it as a compliment rather than a threat.

His wing flexed against your side and brought you even closer in proximity to his face, which resulted in your lips connecting moments later. When they parted, you opened your eyes to a blurred sight of Niall, bare-chested, and with a frown at the sight of tears racing down your cheeks. One of his hands came to rest on the back of your head, before gently urging it down to meet his chest.

"I'm so sorry." You repeated, sobbing against his warm skin and sniffling in between words. "I'm so sorry." Niall only shushed you and combed his fingers through your locks in comfort. It was his way of saying apologies were not necessary, especially from you.

"I thought they'd be more understanding. Or at least..at least l-listen to me." Your throat tightened as your breaths became more labored. You tried matching the rising and falling of Niall's chest while still keeping your cheek against it but it proved to be a challenge with a new onslaught of tears pouring from your eyes every few seconds.

"I want them to love you. I want them to accept you and know you as I do."

"They do accept me," Niall replied, thinking back to all the good parts of dinner, and even afterward with your mother in the kitchen. You simply shook your head against his chest and looked up at him with your eyes stinging.

"Not all of you." Your whisper was cracked and made it difficult for Niall to continue comforting you. Admittedly, he was a bit offended by your father's visceral reaction to dispute his kind's existence. However, it was clear you felt a new level of heartbreak over the dinner table.

"But some of me. And that's a start, right?" All you could do for a moment was stare at him in awe. Pure disbelief ran through you at his response.

"How can you still be so positive after all of this?"

"Well, I still have one person who will accept me...and she's right here in my arms, snuggling me. What more could I need?" His gaze was heartfelt and sincere as he stared down at you. Your tears were slowly dissipating by each blink of your eyelids, now feeling incredibly heavy.

"Hey," Niall says in a hushed tone, "wanna hear a story? A real one?" Your lips curled up and you shook your head up and down, wrapping an arm around Niall's abdomen.

"It's about this angel named Niall, you may have heard of him. The boy was a bit big on the whole "love at first sight thing" but he'd never truly experienced it. Until one day, the most gorgeous human you'd ever seen came along..."

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Flash - N. Horan Blurb

Contemplative, you stared at all the articles of clothing splayed before you on a table. Niall’s hopeful gaze had not left the back of your head for the three minutes you had been standing there, still pondering his invitation.

“Are you sure, Ni? You really want me to model these for you?” You ask with a small laugh, almost in disbelief for his faith in you. Despite what some may think you were quite secure of yourself and your size. You have received the occasional comment here and there, lame attempts to attack you and your form. But you never did take them to heart. What you were worried about, however, was the fact that you would be the face of Niall’s store, wearing these clothes. Your gaze, smile, and pose, among many other things, must convince wary buyers to yearn Niall’s merchandise so greatly, they pay a steep price and give a steeper amount of patience with shipping. Not to mention, you have had no prior experience modeling. The word “amateur” would be a stretch when describing your encounters with photoshoots. You have only ever been to one, which Niall attended in the past to promote his first album.

“Of course, darling. I have full faith in you and your abilities to pull these off, just like you do with everything else ya wear.” And he says it with such a sincere smile and joyful pair of blues gazing into yours, the thought of why “no” was even an option crossed your mind.

“Okay! Let’s do it!” You cheered eagerly with a smile just as wide. Overjoyed, Niall picked you up and held you tight to his chest, spinning you around until the two of you got dizzy.

The day of the photoshoot had arrived, and the days leading up seemed like it was light-years away. But once your face was fully shielded to perfection with makeup, with your hair was sprayed, brushed and tugged, the familiar feeling of anxiety began to brew in the depths of your stomach. It makes you regret having a bagel that morning, as you were certain it was going to come up during the shoot.

But you convinced yourself not to lose your cool. You did not come this far, waste all of these people’s times, and more importantly, get Niall’s hopes up only to back down. After a few deep breaths and a brief change of top, you sauntered out into the room where the shoot would be taking place. Christian, the trusted photographer, and friend of both you and Niall were adjusting his camera, while a few others finished setting up the lights. You gulped at the fluorescent white background you would be standing in front of and almost bolted. White would make everything stand out…the chip in your front tooth, the small mark on your profile from a childhood memory long forgotten about, your every emotion was going to be stood before and studied by a lens, and soon thousands.

“Babe, hey.” Niall’s familiar voice swept you away from these thoughts, and you looked up at him. “You alright?” He asks, taking your cheek in his left hand. You give a small nod and try a smile.

“No…you’re not. You look green.” Your smile falls right then. Not even a layer of foundation could hide your sickly feeling. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. I know you’ve never done this before and it looks a little nerve-racking but I’m gonna be here. The whole time, I’ll be here if ya need me, yeah?” You nod once again, not having any words to say.

“Deep breaths. In…and out.” You breathe with him a few times before your heart does not feel like it is being strangled and finally take your place before the camera.

“Alright just stand like that for a second, and give me a small smile,” Christian instructs. You do exactly as he says, staring straight into the camera, arms calmly by your sides. The lights flash, and you feel temporarily blinded. You turn your face away for a moment, trying to blink away the flash from your memory. Strangely, you become reminded of school photos, but quickly decide not to ponder on that thought any longer before this day turns negative.

“You’ll get used to the flash,” Niall comments, encouraging you to continue. Christian guides you to turn around to get a shot of the back, before encouraging you to make a few random poses, just in case they wanted to add some more to the role of shots on the website.

This carries on for another two hours until everybody (you included) are happy with the photos taken. Christian notes that he would edit the photos lightly and make a few more adjustments to the lighting and such before consulting you and Niall a final time. Once the photos were uploaded to the online store, almost every piece of clothing sold out within the first three days. You felt overwhelmingly happy, as did Niall, for how much support was being given for his upcoming album. To show his gratitude for you, he later made a tweet with a photo of you adorning a “Heartbreak Weather” shirt and a caption so sweet your heart melted and you could not stop re-reading it.

@niallhoran Tip for the fellas, the most beautiful model you can find is your girlfriend, and if ur really lucky she’ll do it for free ❤️

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At Home Picnic - N. Horan Imagine

Being self-isolated with Niall in his apartment until further notice was not intended. Though the idea appears like an extraordinary thing to experience, you and he would much rather be with your own families to fill the position of caretakers, even adequately. You were only meant to stay for three days maximum when you flew down to see him. When one of the first few harbingers of canceled flights began appearing, you hastily began refreshing your flight information, praying to any and every deity that your plane home would remain scheduled to be taking off, even if delayed. After it was confirmed to be canceled the next morning, your hope was waning as you attempted to book another flight back home, but to no avail. All were booked and/or boarding, and no flights were to be departing or arriving at certain countries until mandated by the government.

Though your intended stay was only three days, you found a little thankfulness in knowing that you overpacked like always, and silently thanked your mother for drilling the “safe than sorry” expression into you as many times as possible growing up. Niall’s great innkeeping skills shone greatly over the following days. Of course, you felt bothersome and that of an imposition, Niall could not have expressed his buoyancy enough after being told you were staying for longer than anticipated. Had it only been him isolated in his home with nobody to talk to he would have driven himself up the walls. Both of you also knew three days of visiting was not nearly enough time to catch up verbally and intimately in your relationship. But that was what worked then, and now you both have this new normal to become acclimated to, whether you liked it or not.

But you admit that Niall surpasses anyone else to room with. Specifically, because he gave the most comforting hugs and warmest cuddles and knew when you needed them, too. There would be no asking for his affection, but purely random spurs of action at seeing a downtrodden expression on your face. When you declined his invitation for a walk, he would toss a soft blanket in the dryer for a few moments to let it heat up and also hand you a book you had brought once on a prior visit, but never read to complement it. He tried teaching you piano at one point during the weeks, but you were far too impatient while he was far too adamant trying to instill the notes of Mary Had A Little Lamb into your brain.

On a sleepless night, one where you two could not help but overthink where this situation was going and also how far it was going to go, you said you had enough of thinking. Therefore, you proposed the idea to spend the rest of the night not thinking and to live life like children who have nothing better to do than waste time and have fun doing so. And that’s exactly what you did. One pillow fort, pillow fight, a large bowl of popcorn and some old movies later, you both fell asleep curled into one another like a yin yang sign on Niall’s living room floor.

The thrill of not thinking did not last long though. You texted your mother each day, asking frequently for updates in your city, state, and family. Unfortunately, she only knew as much as what the news was telling her, a platform that you had also been perusing more often than not. A few tears followed your phone call with your mother. And upon Niall asking what was wrong, the only word you could choke out was “homesick.” You dismissed yourself to take a hot shower and let your mind wander, your logic was that maybe more thinking was the antidote to your anxiety. Afterward, you took some loose-leaf paper from Niall’s office, along with a pen and scribbled down all of your feelings. Every single thought which has been dangling over your head the weeks before, and with the paper covered in ink and your hand cramping, you are not hesitant in saying it felt almost as cathartic as screaming. No wonder Niall did this, you commented to yourself, it felt amazing.

Venturing out of the office after hours of pondering to yourself made you feel like a troll exiting from a cave after years of hole-ing herself in. But the smell of bread ignited your nostrils and whetted your appetite to the point where thinking of how you must have looked was no longer important. You wandered into the kitchen to find it empty but noticed the few dirty dishes that were stacking up in the sink.

“Wrong room, love.” You heard behind you, and twirled around to see Niall shirtless and only in sweatpants. A sight like this was one you stumbled on quite often, however it never failed to take your breath away. “M’lady.” He greeted, offering his bare arm to you.

Your arm wrapped around it without any questions, and you leaned your head against his bicep while you two traversed languidly around the vicinity until he halted his steps in the living room. Your eyes were focused on his smiling profile for most of the walk that you had not taken in any of your surroundings. Upon noticing the two of you have completed the small walk, you turn to find your messy tent of sheets and blankets now only one plaid cloth, candles keeping it held down and a large basket placed right in the middle as the centerpiece.

“What did you do?” You turn to ask Niall, who was already smirking at your moment of awe at the scene.

“Well, I realized…” he began leading both of you to the blanket, “with all this craziness happening, we never got to go out on a date once during your stay. I figured I’d make it up to you.” He held your hand gently as you seated yourself before him. The orange candles matching the sunset behind him made his blues pop out at you.

“Thank you, Ni…this was incredibly sweet of you.” You were tempted to begin the ‘you didn’t have to spiel’ but the heavy rumbling in your stomach gave you the hint to save the sweet-talking for later. “So what’d you get?” Your hunger was now apparent to Niall as he watched you eye the mysterious basket before you. A chuckle left his bouncing torso as he flipped the basket’s lid open.

“Only the best isolation snack…NANDOS!” HE cheers, revealing the boxed food he predictably ordered earlier.

And you knew then, as long as you had him with you, everything would be alright.

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Hi! I absolutely adore your writing. You have such a realistic view on both Niall and Harry. I was wondering if you could write an imagine w Niall where y/n is at the bar since she’s had a bad day and wants to drink her sadness away and Niall (her boyfriend) gets a call from her best friend to come get her since she’s too drunk to walk home from the pub and then they go home and he does her skincare routine and makes sure she goes to bed happy instead of sad? A lot of fluff x

THANKS ANON! I hope you don’t mind but I took the term “skincare routine” pretty loosely (he just takes off her makeup) BUT I STILL HOPE YOU ENJOY!

AWOL - N. Horan Imagine

You lost count after your fourth drink. The conversations around you melded together and entered your ear sounding like gibberish. Your body was numb to the constant thumping of the building from the songs being played. The day you had was not a great one, to say the least. Your alarm did not go off this morning, resulting in a harsh scolding from your boss over the phone during your drive. It began downpouring amid your journey through eight o'clock traffic, and you cursed yourself for being so careless while getting ready to not bring a jacket, let alone take a glance at the weather. And after finally arriving at your meeting, impossibly late, your entire presentation left you tremulous and sputtering out the words, vulnerable and ashamed in front of your colleagues who remembered to print out their notes.

Following work, you drove home but decided to make a detour upon exiting your car and meandered a few blocks down to your usual pub. Your normal jovial self shifted to something opposing after that meeting. For the rest of the day, you tried concentrating on your work, and not the burning sensation your eyes felt for wanting to let a few tears fall. You kept your conversations to a minimum with others working, finding it too difficult to even speak more than four syllables. And the alcohol was doing a great job keeping your mind fuzzy and mouth occupied. That is until a familiar face appeared beside you.

“Y/N, hey.” Even turning your head felt like an imposition on your part as you met the eyes of your best friend. They held deep concern upon drinking in your state. You knew you looked stoic, disconsolate, and not in the mood for a drunk therapy session.

“Hey.” You breathed out slowly, eyelids falling over your eyes almost in slow motion. It was clear you were inebriated to anyone within five miles. Y/B/F/N studied you for a moment and bit her lip.

“Hard day?” She presumes, taking the seat beside you. You only raise your eyebrows in her direction, at least you think you did. You were too far past sober to probably even do that, but whatever look you shot her way made her nod in return. No other words were spoken for several moments until you mustered the ability to slur out a somewhat cohesive sentence.

“What are you…here, why?” Y/B/F/N worked out your questioning murmurs before pointing her thumb behind her back and to a booth where a familiar man sat, watching the two of you.

“Jason decided to take me out tonight. Had I known you were free and in need of a drink I would’ve invited you and Niall.” At the sound of your own boyfriend’s name, you let out a small groaning noise. He was probably at the house already twiddling his thumbs and wondering where you were if you were not at work. He always worried for you, overthinking was what he labeled his “strong suit” in the relationship. Your eyes darted to your phone in your purse, thinking of all the messages he must have left you so far.

“He doesn’t know you’re here?” You shake your head as you try digging for your phone in the bag to deliver the pathetic call until Y/B/F/N’s hand reaches out to cover your now frantic one. “Why don’t I call him?” You give her a graceful curve of your lips as her hand reaches for her phone out of her pocket and finds Niall’s contact. You remember the night Niall first met Y/B/F/N and begged her to save his number in her phone in case anything was to happen to you while she was around. That night, you shook your head and found the whole exchange ridiculous, yet the protective gesture a cute one. You remember hugging his bicep and leaning your head against it, making the confident claim that she was never going to need it and even bet Niall ten dollars to prove your point.

You hope he had not remembered that last part.

“Okay, thanks. See you soon.” Y/B/F/N set her phone down and looked back at you. “He’s on his way, said he shouldn’t be too long.” You felt your expression sink again, another wave of sorrow and guilt overcoming you.

“Do you want to sit with me and Jason until he comes?” She offers a smile of pity. But you reply with a simple shake of your head, eyes glimpsing at the almost empty glass you had ordered not too long before she’d shown up.

“Okay, you know where we’re sitting if you need us. Call me later and we can talk if you want, okay?” Your body physically slouches further as a sigh leaves it. Y/B/F/N departs with a small, comforting rub of your shoulder, before heading to sit back down with her boyfriend. The bartender who’d been serving you since your arrival accosted you. “Want another?” You shake your head and push the glass back towards him, to which he takes without further questions to go wash.

You’re startled by the feeling of a hand on your back some minutes later, and turn your body to see a face you never fail to miss. His blue eyes bore into yours with so much attention and love it was palpable once his hand softly ran down your arm and came to your own, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Hey love…let’s get you home.”

Your saddened state morphed to drowsy upon entering your home, and you almost collapsed to the floor to recharge your energy, had it not been for Niall’s arm steadying your swaying body. He brings his head down, lips beside your ears as he mutters. “Almost to the room, petal. Just stay awake for me.”

While you yearned so badly for your bed, Niall steered your body to the opposite side of the bedroom and led you into the bathroom connected to it. Once he flicked on the light, its fluorescence nearly blinded you and you shut your eyes, your mouth omitting a whimper.

“Sorry, princess. Just got to get this off of ya.” He scavenges the cabinet below the sink and retrieves your pack of makeup wipes. Throughout his digging, you took a seat on the toilet lid and kept your eyes closed in efforts to keep out the harsh light. A refreshing feeling slowly spreads across your face as Niall kneels before you. He takes his time to wipe each layer of makeup you applied to your face. The gentle feeling of his hand cupping your cheek while the other carefully wiped your blush, foundation and every other product away left you feeling tranquil and relaxed, but also ten times guiltier.

“I’m sorry Ni.” You whispered to him as your eyes scrunched up even more, and you felt them become wet behind your eyelids.

“You’re sorry? What for, love?” Niall asks, puzzled by the sudden apology. You shook your head and sucked in a shaky breath as tears began falling from behind your eyes.

“I just-I feel like the worst girlfriend ever. I mean I just went AWOL on you for a few hours…don’t answer my phone…got s-so wasted someone had to call you…call you to pick me up.” You do not know if it was the alcohol or the tears cascading down your cheeks that made it so difficult to explain yourself. But Niall heard you loud and clear. “I should’ve let you know where I was…I just—"

“Had a bad day. Y/B/F/N told me, and that’s perfectly okay. I’d rather not know where you are and have you be safe than know where you are and have you in danger. If you need time to yourself to just think or not think, I’m fine with that. We all need space now and then.” You just nod, sniffling profusely to try and stop the tears from falling. Niall’s hand that was on your cheek slid up and you allowed his thumb to flex beneath your eye to wipe each one away.

“It’s my job to take care of you and make sure you’re okay. And if being okay means having a few drinks to yourself alone now and then, I won’t complain. Shit, I have days like that too and you’re always right there afterward to make sure I’m okay.” He says, tossing the used makeup wipe away and gazing lovingly at your natural features. “Y/N, look at me.” Slowly, your eyelids fluttered open, the light over you much less harsh than it was. “My beautiful girl, you are so tough and strong, that I don’t think even the worst of days could tear you down. I don’t know what happened, or if you want to talk about it…” He pauses and waits for you to profusely shake your head in refusal. This makes a chuckle rumble from his chest and he leans up to press his lips to your forehead. “Even though today sucked, that just means it will make tomorrow look a hell of a lot better. Just take it as a grain of salt, okay?” He mumbles against your hair before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You look up at Niall with a heartfelt smile.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, princess. Now, let’s go to bed.” He lifts you from your seat before you could even try standing up and leads you to the bed which has been calling your name all night. He sets you down atop the mattress and undresses you, before tugging one of your favorite shirts of his over your body, before stripping himself down to his boxers. After crawling in beside you beneath the sheets, your body was slowly lulling itself to sleep when Niall winds his arms around you and speaks softly into your ear. “By the way, love you owe me ten dollars.”

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