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[buck-nialled]

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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Niall Horan One Shot - The Weight of It All

Happy Saturday night beautiful people! I have been writing for 8 months with the intention of eventually sharing something. I have been far too nervous to do so, but I finally read my writing to my husband and best friend who both encouraged me to post this. I have about 15 written stories, so if you like this LEMME KNOW!  I will tell you that there is TW: miscarriage. 

When Niall arrived home that evening he was disappointed to find the house dark, except for the light at the end of the hall, their bedroom. 

 “Lovey,” he called, continuing his steps into their bedroom. He found her seated in their master bath, their rescue pup, Rosa Barks at her feet. She was staring into space, but met his eyes when he stepped into her space. 

 Niall, hi,” she forced a smile, as he took a seat next to her, scratching behind Rosa’s ears, “How was the meeting?” 

 “Just finalizing album artwork, sorry I had to go,” he nudged her shoulder with his, “Why’d you move in here?” When he left she had requested alone time in bed. He had checked on her a few different times, bringing snacks, water, and coffee, which was the only thing she didn’t refuse.  Never once had he found her doing anything but writing in the journal he’d bought her a year ago. It was a grey leather bound book with a silver heart in the corner. It currently holds more used than blank pages. They weren't the best at talking things through with each other at the moment, so he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about the words in there. He was hoping that one day she’d tell him all about it, maybe let him read some of it, but he wasn’t holding his breath. 

 “Change of scenery,” she stated with a shrug, refocusing her gaze in front of her. On the other side of her, he saw 2 items. One was her journal, the other a baby onesie. He felt a sense of panic inside of him. It became obvious that he had not succeeded in the hunt to clear the house of any mention of a baby. Their baby. 

 “What have you got there, lovey?” he asked, grabbing her hand. She did not return the embrace, and he quickly let it go feeling silly at the unreturned exchange. He felt another feeling rise inside of him, frustration. They had been doing so well. 

 “Do you ever think about the baby? “ she asked.   

 Her question made Niall wish he was anywhere but here at the moment. Not because he didn’t want to comfort her, but because he feared being honest with her at this moment. He thought of the baby frequently, but not in the same way that she did. Both of them were sad, but she harbored guilt over the fact that her body had betrayed her. It was something she carried alone, because she wouldn’t let him carry it with her. 

 At the time of her pregnancy test, she had been getting ready to start her own marketing company and had been vomiting at nearly the same time every morning. At first she thought it was nerves, until she had confided in her mom who teased her about being pregnant, which sparked an internal countdown to her last period, which she realized was late. 

 She had taken the test alone, and only waited hours to share the news with Niall. She had feared how he would react, but if he was freaked out, he wasn’t letting on. He had immediately gone out, and bought the unborn baby a set of golf clubs, and a guitar. She remembered teasing him that their child might not want to participate in the same hobbies, she remembered when he smiled back, “They won’t have a choice.” 

 An accidental pregnancy is a weird thing between two people, who love each other, especially as you realize how much you truly want it. She remembers the first 3 weeks after finding out she was pregnant, and all the plans they made for baby Horan, and her upcoming pregnancy. He was excited to learn of her cravings, and to be there anytime she needed him, after he finished his last leg of the tour. She loved that the two shared this super intimate thing between the two of them which resulted in a lot of sex, followed by a lot of time in bed. By week 8, the pair frequently caught the other in daydreams about what he or she would be like, look like, sound like. By week 9, he was leaving for a 13 show tour, with promises of Facetime, belly time, and lots of visits. By week 12, she was calling Niall from the hospital, sobbing about not being pregnant anymore. As quickly as they had dreamt it, it was gone. That was the hardest part for Niall, not being there when she needed him the most, which was why he was choosing to keep her close now. 

 At the end of week 13, she couldn’t talk about the baby without crying, but found solace in the fact that Niall couldn’t either. By week 17 , Niall had stopped bringing the entire thing up for fear of making her cry, which made him cry. She took this as a sign that he didn’t want to talk about it at all, so she began retreating to the bathroom where she cried alone. Niall took note of this, and would hover outside the door with their pup, Rosa any chance he got. By week 20, Niall  had thought his girl was back, but a birthday party in week 22 made her fall apart all over again at the sight of her baby brother’s baby. For week 25, Niall surprised her with a 3 week trip to Hawaii which she accepted, and he could have sworn that he saw the light return to her eyes when she smiled at him and said, “Some time away will be good for me.” During that vacation, he believed she was back, and he found himself hopeful that things were going to be ok, which is why he chose to travel to New York come week 29. Things were not ok though, and week 30 through 39 were spent with her going through the motions of life, crying alone in the bathroom, only this time around she was really good at hiding it. Week 40 brings us to the bathroom floor where Niall and she are sitting. The due date. 

 Remembering her question, he bumps her shoulder as a playful gesture, trying to engage her physically, “Of course I do, Lovey. You know that,” he smiles at her, and prays that tears don’t fall from her baby blues. 

 “We don’t talk about it.” She mentions in a very matter of fact tone, she does not engage him physically, she doesn't even look at him as she says, “I’ve cried in this bathroom almost every day for 40 weeks.” 

 He was confused, he knew she had cried quite a bit at first, but it had all stopped after Hawaii. Hadn’t it? She didn’t allow him time to question, instead stating, “I had a dream.” She was sprouting so many things off, he did not know which one to bite on to, but again she did not give him a chance to offer any feedback, she just continued, “The baby was there. A baby girl.” She took this chance to look at him, which helped him to gauge how she was emotionally, she was lit up, and then started crying suddenly, “She had your nose, and my lips, our eyes. She was the perfect mix of both of us, and it was all so sad, Niall.” She leaned into his side, as he placed an arm around her, stroking her long dark hair. 

 “Oh lovey, why didn’t you say anything?” He cooed. As her cries continued, he shed a few tears of his own. She didn’t answer his question, instead saying, “I thought about dying today. I think about dying a lot,” she paused, moving away from him as if he was a hot stove top. 

Niall’s face softened. Had he been so naïve to think she was fine after everything that had happened? It hurt to hear that she thought of dying so much, he was speechless, which allowed her to continue. 

 “I’m mad, and sad, and still grieving. I don’t know how to get over this, and it feels like I never will,” she was in hysterics at this point, “I never talk about it. I never told anyone.” He knew that to be true. It was something she had requested of him. The only people who knew she had a miscarriage were the people who knew she was pregnant: Niall and She. She continued crying, and he wasn’t sure what to do, so he did the only thing he could. He held her, rubbing circles in her exposed flesh. He was hoping she would focus on anything, but how she was feeling. He believed it was working, because her cries got softer. What felt like hours was really ten minutes, and Niall decided it time to speak up. 

 “I’m not much of a talker, darlin’. When we first came home, and had to deal with the weight of it all, I didn’t know how to talk about it without crying, and my crying made you cry, so I decided to be strong for the both of us.” 

 She closed her eyes, facing him. “I appreciate that, but I think I need to be strong for me now. I need to get some help.” 

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[sassysarcasticandsoulless]

Niall AU Oneshot. The Punk.

I remember when I first met Ni. I was having my lunch break at the Starbucks down the street from my university because I was in desperate need of caffeine. The place was extremely packed, like always. I wore my uggs with skinny jeans and an oversized hoodie for the cool early March air. I ordered my usual, a white chocolate mocha and a tomato and cheese croissant.

There was only seat open in the entire coffee shop. It was across from a guy who had dozens of tattoos up and down both arms. His hair had bottle blonde tips, and dark brown roots. The front of his hair looked like it had been run through with his fingers a few times from the messy way it stood up. There was a pair of black studs in his ears, and a matching lip ring. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and dark jeans. His shoes were a pair of scuffed up black converse that looked at least a few years old.

I saw through it all. His blue eyes so beautiful in color didn’t look like his hard exterior. No, they were dull, sad even, and that’s what compelled me to take that seat.

“Hey,” I muttered, “I’m Brinley.”

His eyes briefly glanced up at me before looking back at his laptop.

“Niall,” he mumbled.

“That’s an interesting name.”

“Thanks.”

“What’re you working on?” I asked after I swallowed my first few bites.

“English paper.”

“On what?” I asked while taking a sip of my mocha.

He rolled his eyes before responding, “Music genres.”

“Which ones?”

“Punk rock. Country. Classical.”

“Are you using artists and bands in your paper?” I questioned.

He huffed, jaw clenched, “obviously.”

“Which ones?”

“Does it matter?” he snapped his eyes now cold and angry glaring into mine.

“I-I was just curious,” I stuttered.

“Don’t be.”

His harsh tone gave me chills, so I decided to leave. I took my barely touched meal and threw it away. Pushing the door open a gust of cold January air rushed in. With an extra hour on my hands before my English class started. It was a late afternoon class, and got out around five. I decided to walk back to campus and just walk around. I needed to get my mind off of blonde hair and blue eyes. The large tree that was a five minute walk from my class was where I spent a lot of time reading, writing or sketching. My major was going to be in English with a minor in art, so most of my projects in the past two and a half years I had been at Lewis were completed by that tree. I liked quiet places to draw and right. Maybe I had some music playing while working, but nothing too distracting. My phone was on silent while I worked so I didn’t have any distractions.

That day I took out my drawing sketch book and colored pencils I always had with me. I carried a personal sketch book and journal for any bursts of inspiration I got. I began sketching, not quite sure of what the final outcome would be. I had five different blue colored pencils I had been mainly using to draw what was starting to look like an eye. The iris was mostly a light blue, while flecks of gold and darker blues were imbedded into it. The darker colors were on the outside of the iris, while lighter towards the pupil. By the time I was done I had two bright blue eyes staring up at me. Hmm… Why blue?

I checked my phone which said I had about ten minutes before class started so I packed up my supplies and made my way towards the English building. The buildings were all made out of bricks. Some were different shades of brown, others a reddish orange tint. Lewis had a lot of outdoor areas where students could sit on the lawn and relax while socializing or working. The trees provided shade in the spring, summer, and fall but during winter they were bare, except for the pine trees.

I got to class just a minute before it was scheduled to start and sat in the front row. We were still only a few days into the new semester, so the professor didn’t know any of us by name, especially since there were more than forty kids in the class. We had our first paper due today. There were three prompts we could have chosen from to right about; family, music, or friends. I chose family, because mine is so large and diverse I wanted to express what a huge impact they had on me. Our professor just wanted to get to know us. The assignment today was supposedly a partner project, but I didn’t know anyone in the class.

Dr. Sowski was collecting our papers when the back door opened, and everyone turned in their seats to look at the late kid. My jaw dropped as Ni strode in, paper in hand and a smirk on his face. Dr. Sowski rolled his eyes as he was handed the paper.

The only seat open was coincidentally the one right next to me, and Ni sat down and leaned back. His eyes darted up towards me and back down before he did a double take and looked at me again. His expression was unreadable as he locked eyes with me. I couldn’t look away from his hypnotizing eyes.

“Alright class,” the professor began as I turned my attention back towards the front of the room, “our next project is a partner project. You will need to characterize your partner without asking them anything directly. I expect each of you to handle this project with the utmost maturity I know you all have. The paper needs to be a minimum of three pages, try not to go above five. Since it is Friday and I see you again on Monday I want the paper Monday. You need to spend a few hours, preferably tonight, with this person. So tonight is your time for research and this weekend hopefully is your time for your essay. Questions?”

The class began to murmur excitedly. The project sounded easy, considering most people would just ask questions, not bothering to characterize using body language and actions. But I wanted to test myself. I wouldn’t ask questions, I’d observe, and listen to any information they’d give me without prying. I was excited but I had one problem, I didn’t know anyone besides Ni, and I barely knew him.

“Alright settle down. You may pick your own partners, but I suggest you don’t use a friend or someone you already know. You may if you wish, but word to the wise; you will not get anything out of this project if you do.”

I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but I slowly turned to Niall and was shocked to find him already looking at me. “Do you want to be partners?”

He tilted his head to the side and bit his lip, sucking on his lip ring before he answered, “sure.”

I sighed in relief and pulled out my notebook. I was always a person who loved description so I began hastily jotting down his appearance and the tattoos I could see.

“So Brittany-”

“Brinley,” I corrected.

He chuckled, “How is this going to work?”

“I’m free after this class, and I’m too far from home to go there so not much I supposed. I don’t have a shift at the bookstore this weekend. So I guess I’m free all weekend.”

Ni smiled his first genuine smile I’d seen, “great. You get to come to work with me tonight.”

“When?”

“I leave right after this class.”

“Alright.”

We sat there for the rest of the lesson. I couldn’t focus on the tips our professor was giving us. I decided to put away my notebook and pull out my sketch book and flip to a new page. I had been trying to draw a design for my first tattoo. I didn’t want a lot like Niall, but I wanted some. My first one was going to be an infinity symbol with an anchor in it. I wanted it on the side of my leg, close to my ankle, so it wouldn’t be very large. I started with the anchor first, doing a simple sketch of it, and then I started shading and adding details. I wanted the middle section to have vines growing on it, like the ones by my house, and the ends of the anchor to be pointed and sharp. I was so focused I hadn’t realized I was being watched.

“What’s that?” Niall asked.

“Oh um, my sketch for my first tattoo.”

“You’re getting a tattoo?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I can.”

“What, no meaning behind it?”

“Says the person with dozens of tattoos.”

 “Well that’s different.”

“How so?”

“They all have meanings,” he mumbled.

“So does mine. I just don’t want to share. It’s personal.”

“Fine,” he retorted.

“Fine,” I echoed.

“Class dismissed,” our professor said.

We got up and started walking out of the building and towards one of the many crowded parking lots. There were many cars there, ones for residing students and ones for the commuters the school had. I was a resident because my house was a few hours away, and I decided that I didn’t want to have the hassle of commuting.

We turned down one of the rows and I immediately saw a motorcycle.

“Wow! That’s a Harley!” I said.

“You know motorcycles?” Niall asked, perplexed.

“I know a little bit. My dad has a Harley. He won’t buy any other motorcycle. I love driving it. I go around the neighborhood a lot, occasionally he lets me go for a ride around town, but I have to be wearing my leather jacket.”

“Do you want to ride this one?” He asked, pulling out his keys.

“It’s yours? Awesome! Where is your helmet?”

“In the compartment on the back. I only have one, so you’ll be wearing it.”

“Fine by me,” I said.

He got out the black helmet and I carefully put it on after I tied my hair back. We got on and he started the engine. He revved it a few times before we left the parking lot and started zooming towards his house. I had to hold on tightly to him because he was going way above the speed limit. He took a sharp turn and my grip tightened just a bit as he chuckled at my reaction. In a little under an hour we reached a neighborhood. It had extremely large houses with even larger green freshly cut yards.

We pulled into a large driveway and then into a three car garage. The house on the outside looked huge, painted a light blue color with grey trimming. It had a lot of windows, especially on the second floor and an American flag hanging off the porch. The garage had another Harley, a Black Chevy Silverado, and in the driveway were a grey Honda Civic, and a blue Honda Accord.

“Geez your family likes their rides.”

Niall smirked, “the bike we rode and the Silverado are mine, the other Harley and the Civic are my dads, and the Accord is my moms.”

“Nice,” I mumbled as we made our way inside.

The house seemed much larger on the inside than on the outside. There was a grand staircase by the front door that lead to the upstairs, and another smaller one in the back of the house. The whole downstairs had wood floors, and almost all rooms were connected to at least one other room. Their living room had a giant flat screen television and a large couch, and two lazy boy chairs.  The walls were all white, probably too many to spend time painting, but had pictures of the family all around. The four of them in some, the kids in others, and the parents in a few. They all looked so happy, even Niall.

Niall dragged me into the kitchen where he raided the fridge, and I met his family.

“Hey mom, dad. This is Brinley; we have an English project to do together.” His parents were both dressed up, and both had dark brown hair and blue eyes.

“HI NI!” a little girl screamed as she ran into the room and straight to Ni’s legs. She also had dark brown hair and blue eyes.

“Hey sweetie.”

“Is she your girlfriend?” his sister asked.

Niall blushed, so I answered, “No I’m just his friend. Are you his adorable little sister?”

She giggled, “Yes. My name is Ellie.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said.

“Well Brinley I hope you don’t mind babysitting with Ni here, we have a benefit dinner to attend for Bobby’s office,” Ni’s mom replied.

“Not at all ma’am, I have younger siblings, so I’m used to it.”

“Dear, call me Maura. My mother was ma’am.”

“Bye guys,” Bobby said as he made his way to the garage.

Maura gave each of her kids a kiss on the cheek and even gave me a hug before following her husband out the door.

“Did you eat dinner El?” Niall asked her.

“Yup. I had Mac ‘n cheese!” she replied.

“Great. Brinley do you want anything? We can do spaghetti, salads, breakfast for dinner…” he trailed off looking through his fridge.

“Oh I love having breakfast for dinner! My favorite is corned beef and hash browns with poached eggs. I could eat that all day every day.”

Niall pulled his head out of the fridge and looked at me, mouth hanging open. “Same here.”

“Do you have any?”

He nodded.

“Brinley do you want to go play dolls with me while Ni cooks?” Ellie asked me, a pout on her lips.

“Sure!”

I followed Brinley upstairs and into her bedroom. It was very cliché for a 3 year old girl. It had to have been the only room painted in the house, and it was painted baby pink, and was princess themed. The room itself had to have been twice the size of my room at home, and she had a full sized bed with pink sheets. Her room was very clean, and her dolls had their own house in the corner of the room.

She had all the princess’s one could imagine and of course their princes. She also had Barbie and Ken and a few others. We sat and played for awhile as the characters before she put down her doll.

“You’re different,” she admitted.

“What do you mean?” I asked intrigued. Is this a good thing…?

“From the other girls Ni brings home. They all look like he does. The colors on their arms, and dark black hair. They never play with me. They don’t like me. Most of the time they don’t say hi to me. One time a girl yelled at me for asking where Ni was when he was in the bathroom. He kicked her out when he heard her. He loves me a lot he says. He tells me every night before bed.”

“I can tell he loves you,” I said.

“I like you,” she stated.

“Oh, I like you too!”

“Can you babysit me with Niall more?”

“It’s up to him but I’d love to!”

There was a knock on the door before it opened, and in strolled Niall. “Dinner is ready. Ellie mom said you can have some ice cream, but not too much.”

Elle cheered as she ran out of the room and down the stairs.

“Thanks for playing with her,” Niall whispered as we walked downstairs, “she doesn’t often take to new people.”

“Not even the girls you bring home?” I asked a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

His face paled, “what’d she say about them?”

“Just that she didn’t like them,” I whispered as we entered the kitchen again.

We ate quickly, while Ellie chatted about her day at preschool. Eight o’clock came around and Elle pouted, she wasn’t ready to go to bed. She didn’t argue though as Niall sent her upstairs and off to bed, but not without a hug from both of us and a promise I would come back soon.

“You’re really good with her,” I noted as we sat down in the living room to find a movie to watch.

“You going to put that in your paper?” he teased.

“Yeah, I am.”

He started channel surfing when a certain actress caught my eye, “GO BACK!” I ordered. He complied and I grinned when I saw I was right, The Notebook was on. “Can we watch this?” I begged.

“Sure,” he mumbled.

It had only just started, and was at the scene where Allie pulls down Noah’s pants on the Ferris wheel.

I was getting tired, so I closed my eyes as Allie and Noah fought about if she should go back to her fiancé or not. I mumbled Noah’s long speech as I drifted off.

It seemed like just a few minutes later when in reality it was an hour later that I was being shaken out of my slumber.

“Brinley, wake up. We have to go back to our dorms, my parents are home. Brinley,” Ni mumbled from above me. I must have at some point fallen on to his lap because that’s where my head was. I had a long night before and a long day. I hadn’t slept much, and I had gotten up at 6 for work. I work on campus at the bookstore.

“Sorry for sleeping on you,” I mumbled. I was still groggy from my nap.

“It’s alright. Let’s go, we’re going to take the Silverado back, okay? You can fall asleep in the truck if you want. What dorm are you at?”

“La Salle, second floor, room 214” I replied.

I grabbed my bag on my way out, and we were on the road again heading back towards campus. I fell back asleep, just like Niall said I would, and was woken up a short while later to being carried up a set of stairs.

“Room 210, 212, 214,” Niall whispered, “Brinley we’re here.”

He set me down as I fished my key out of my bag. “Thanks for carrying me, you didn’t have to,” I mumbled as I opened my door.

“It was a good work out. Plus I’m just up a floor.”

“Really?”

“Yup. I’ll see you Monday?”

I nodded before I stepped into my room, “Night Ni.”

“Goodnight Brinley.”

I closed my door as I started getting ready for bed. I brushed my teeth and changed into my pajamas. I plugged in my phone and shut my laptop off before crawling into bed. As I lay down I couldn’t help but think of the total one-eighty Ni had taken from when I met him, to him carrying me to my room. I drifted off again, and I dreamed of blue eyes and tattoos.

  Monday afternoon came rather quickly after my short weekend. I had managed to finish all of my homework and my paper, and even got to read a book. I sat down in class and took out my paper. I glanced through it once more and smiled; I was pleased at how it turned out. My title was “Don’t Judge a Book by Its Cover” and I felt that it fit very well with my three page paper.

Niall came in and sat next to me, also taking out his paper.

“How was your weekend?” I asked.

“Fine,” he replied, curt like before.

“Alright class,” Dr. Sowski started, “before I collect your papers I want your partner to read them and give you feedback.”

I glanced at Niall before we traded papers, and began to read. He had done a good job, and talked about how a girl can know motorcycles, and still be into romance movies. Ni also mentioned how I’m good with kids, and a nice person.

I turned towards him smiling, but my face fell as I saw the frown on his face. He flipped to the last page and his eyes read over each word as I began to worry. Did I do something wrong?

He finally finished and glanced at me, his expression unreadable.

I guess I’ll start. “Well I think you did a great job. No errors, very basic read of my personality, but still accurate,” I supplied.

He tilted his head at me and then glanced down at the paper before meeting my eyes.

“Alright class hand in the papers,” Dr. Sowski said before he began talking about word choice and how college students should have a more diverse vocabulary than high school kids.

Ni didn’t say a word for the rest of the lecture.

We were dismissed and Niall immediately shot up out of his seat and bolted for the door. I quickly followed; I wanted answers.

“Ni! NIALL! Wait up! NI!” I called.

He whirled around to face me, anger darkening his cheeks. “One day, one day, you spend with me, and you think you know me? You think you have the right to say, ‘his outward appearance doesn’t match his personality’?”

“Ni that was the point of the assignment! I was supposed to do that!”

“You pretended like you knew my whole story!” he accused.

“No I didn’t! I said that you weren’t all tattoos and piercings. I talked about the total one-eighty you took from when I first met you to when you brought me to my dorm. The kid I met at the coffee shop was nothing like the guy that carried me to my dorm Friday night. You watched The Notebook with me for crying out loud! If that doesn’t scream nice guy then I don’t know what to do!”

“But I’m not a nice guy!” Ni roared.

“See you like to hide behind your appearance when in reality you are such a sweet person. You light up when you talk to your sister, and so what, you ride a motorcycle. Doesn’t mean anything. You treated your parents with respect! You didn’t blow them off like any other teenager would! Why can’t you see the way I see you?”

“BECAUSE THAT’S NOT ME!”

“I don’t believe you,” I mumbled as I turned to walk away.

“Whatever,” Ni grumbled as he too began to walk away.

I huffed as I stalked towards my dorm. I entered my room and plopped onto my bed and screamed into my pillow. Why was he so infuriating?

I attempted for a couple hours to try and do my homework but gave up. I grabbed my sketch book again to finish up my tattoo drawing when there was a knock at my door.

I swung open my door and was greeted by blue eyes and a red rose.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s all you have to say to me?”

“What else do you want me to say?”

“That my paper was spot on. That you liked it. That you like me…”

“Well I guess those are true.”

“Thanks Niall.”

“We should go on a date sometime.”

“Alright.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

“Text me,” he said as he started walking down the hall.

“I don’t have your number!” I called after him.

He laughed and turned the corner. I heard my phone ring from the other side of the room signaling a text message. I opened a new text from Prince of Punk.

I nicked your number Friday night while you were sleeping. Night beautiful.

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[sweetshortcakebritt]

how you meet him (niall horan, one shot)

English is not my native language. I hope you enjoy my first one shot on tumblr! :) xxx

I couldn't believe it. I was shaking, looking at my computer screen. I had just bought 2 meet and greet tickets to see fucking One Direction.  ''Liv, we finally did it. I'm so glad we got a job for once. This will be the best day of our lives!'' Lizzy squeals into my ears. ''Yes, oh my God. I know.'' I was still staring at my screen in disbelief. ''And the best part is that it's already tomorrow!!'' She squealed even harder. I nodded at her, not being able to open my mouth again. We saved all our money to go see them and we couldn't wait, though I really wanted to be prepared for this. How should I dress? Should I put on a lot of make-up or should I keep it natural? All of these thoughts were going through my mind. 

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''Liv.'' Lizzy said. I was laying in my bed and too tired to anwser her. Yesterday we couldn't stop talking about One Direction so she stayed the night. It was almost 3am when we finally finished our ridiculous talk. 

''Liv.'' She tried again, shaking me this time. I took a pillow and pushed it in her face. 

''Leave me alone.'' I whined, squeezing my eyes shut until it hurt. 

''Liv, listen. I don't know if you know but today we are going to meet the world's biggest boysband.'' And suddenly my eyes shot open but Lizzy continued. ''so you should get your lazy ass out of bed because I don't know about you but I'm leaving in 2 hours.'' I was already in the bathroom when she finished.

I quickly took a shower. And when I got out I applied some make-up, not too much but just enough to look presentable. I ran over to my closet covered in just a towel, to pick an outfit. The outfit had to scream 'PERFECT'. I soon realized there was nothing good enough to wear in that damned closet. Before I could let out a deep moan, Lizzy was staning next to me holding the most perfect outfit ever! A high waisted skirt with a grey crop top. But my happy face soon faded when I realized it was her outfit. ''Ugh, Lizzy! Go dress up, I'm looking for an outfit to wear!'' I groaned, annoyed.

''But this one's for you.'' She smiled. My huge grin returned as I took the outfit out of her hands. I just love her so much! This is why we are best friends! I have to reward her for that. And I know exactly how.

''Thank you so much, Lizzy. You're the best!'' I gave her a quick hug before dressing myself.

When I looked in the mirror I was satisfied. This is the best I've ever looking in ages and I'm so fucking happy for that! I still couldn't believe the whole thing was about to happen in less than an hour! I couldn't wait to see Niall. And the others too ofcourse but Niall just was my weakness. I couldn't help it. 

''Ready?'' Lizzy asked. I nodded at her because once again I couldn't utter a word. Just because I was full of excitement! 

When we got into the car I was thinking of ways to introduce myself. Stupid, I know but I don't want to stutter or make a fool out of myself. I didn't even talk to Lizzy and we didn't even look at each other. I was losing myself in my own mind and for once, I felt good about that. When Lizzy stopped the car, my heart just stopped with it. We were here and it was going to happen in several minutes.

We got out and went into the building. It was huge but I wasn't looking at it because I was only thinking about the 5 boys we were going to meet. When we saw a big bodyguard standing at a door we knew that would be the place we would walk in soon. The place where the boys were already waiting for their fans to hop inside! I couldn't keep my excitement in and I accidentally squealed in front of the bodyguard. And suddenly me feet were interesting. The bodyguard just laughed at it and so did Lizzy.

''You both will enter the room in 5 minutes, the boys are getting ready for you. Can you please show me your passes?'' The man spoke. I looked over at Lizzy.

''Oh shit, I forgot them!'' Lizzy said and my face went pale. And again, I couldn't utter a word. ''Just kidding, Oh my god Liv, you should have seen your face!'' She laughed and so did the bodyguard who's name is Tom I assume looking at his name tag. My face got its natural colour but I still was shocked. I swatted Lizzy's arm playfully. 

''Liz! Don't ever do that to me again!'' I almost yelled too loud. But my heart stopped at Tom's next words.

''Okay girls, you can both go inside.'' I looked at Lizzy and felt like I was going to faint. But I had nothing to worry about, the lads were going to be very sweet to us and all. 

We both went inside and there they where, looking all good and wow, Niall was even more handsome in real. 

''Aye girls! What are your names?'' Louis asked as he took lizzy in a tight hug. I wasn't going to look retarted so I spoke.

''We're Liv and Liz.'' I said smiling after Louis also gave me a good hug. 

''Liv and Liz, I like those names! So who's who?'' Niall asked after also giving us hugs -which gave me butterflies!- Then the other boys followed as Lizzy spoke.

''I'm Liz but you can call me Lizzy if you want.'' She showed the boys her famous and beautiful smile.

''And I'm Olivia but everyone calls me Liv.'' I tried to smile even brighter, the boys all returned our smiles.

''Let's first take some pictures, yeah?'' Niall asked as we all nodded our heads towards him.

We did the pictures, on the first one, Niall gave me a cute kiss on the cheek and on the other one he held my hand in a very cute way. Lizzy couldn't complain either because she was doing the exact same with Harry. Harry was her personal favourite.

I suddenly remember I still have to reward Lizzy for the outfit she gave me! After the pictures I walk over to Harry to have a quick chat with him while the others keep talking. Lizzy already gives me a jealous look but I ignore it.

''Hey Harry, I was wondering. Could you do something for Liz, or be extra kind to her or something? You're actually her personal favourite and she would be so happy!'' I say, smiling at him. 

''Yes, of course!'' And with that we both went to the group again. Harry went over to stand next to Lizzy and a smile took over my face. Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around and found Niall standing next to me, smiling as wide as ever. 

''Hey there! How's everything going?'' Niall asked me. And the butterflies were already there.

''Good, amazing actually! This is the best day of my life to be honest. We have saved for so long and now we finally met you guys! It feels so good.'' I manage to say that without stuttering. Good job, Liv!

''Wow really? well, I just talked to the boys and we want to make it even to you and Lizzy'' He surprised me by saying that. He answered my questioning look right away. ''Our show is going to start in 7 hours which is a very long time to me, and for those hours Liz and you get to spend more time with us.'' Niall said and I was so happy that I couldn't even speak anymore so I just hugged Niall. I wrapped my arms around his neck and layed my head in the crook of his neck. He gently slid his arms around my waist which surprised me. We stayed like that for a while and when we pulled back I was crying. Oh damn! I promised myself not to make a fool out of myself but 'oops, I did it again'. 

Niall carefully wiped one tear away with his thumb and it was such a small gesture and it still caused my heart to skip a beat.

''Don't cry, be happy. It's going to be fun! Promise you that.'' And I just nod at him because I know it will be fun and I know it will be the best day of my life because it already is.

He gently kissed my cheek, but not like on the picutre. This kiss meant something and not only to me but also to him. I could feel it and I was so happy about that. Now Niall and I were just looking at each other when I suddenly heard a camara click and saw a flash appear.

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I'm looking at the picture that was shot that day. And I can't believe it has been a year. A year of talking to Niall on twitter each day, skyping him. A year of seeing each other 5 times in person. And the third time he asked me to be his girlfriend. I couldn't be happier and now I'm standing here with him. With my boyfriend looking at the pictures we took on that day. He is standing behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist. His chin resting on my should and he whispers in my ear.

''You have no idea how happy I am that you saved your money to come meet us that day.'' He said after he planted a soft kiss on my neck.

''Me too Niall, me too.'' I say with the same smile I had that day. And I know that this smile will never fade a long as Niall is with me.

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[thehoranforumweyhey]

New One Shot Up!

http://1dsexualfrustrations.tumblr.com/post/50212491870/pocket-watch

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[1dfanfiction05]

One Shot for Tiffany

You and Niall have been dating for months, but it wasn't until last week when your relationship became public.  You weren't really comfortable of the idea of publicizing the fact that you two where dating just yet, but it what Niall wanted and all you wanted was for him to be happy. You sat on the bed alone scrolling through twitter on your phone.  Niall was off at a signing, and he didn't like when you read the hate the fans sent you but you couldn't help but look to see what the fans thought of you.  As you read the hate tears began to slip from your watery eyes, and slip down your cheek. "@YTN you don't deserve Niall he deserves way better!" "I can't believe Niall actually likes you your not even that pretty!" You continued to scroll down the tweets, "Who would have guessed Niall could love someone so fake." "I hate you can't wait until Niall breaks your heart!" You stared at all the hate, and just broke down crying. This is why you where afraid of publicizing your relationship, you where terrified of all the hate you would get and not it's become a reality. You loved Niall, but what if the fans where right maybe you don't deserve him.  There are millions of other girls out there, and yet he chose you..why? Why? you thought. Your phone buzzed you slowly looked down and saw it was a notification from twitter. You unlocked your phone, and stared at the screen through your watery eyes. It was another tweet, "I hope you know Niall doesn't f*cking care about you, and neither does anyone else! I wish you'd just get the hell out of his life!" You locked your phone and threw it against the wall.  You couldn't do it anymore you felt as if everyone hated you for loving him.  You tucked your knees to your chest, and buried your face.  Tears continued to stream down your face.  Just then you heard Niall standing in the doorway of your bedroom.  "Baby what's wrong?" he asks as he walks closer towards you.  You didn't say anything, and continued to cry. He was about to climb into bed with you when he noticed your phone screen cracked, and lying on the phone.  He walked over towards the phone, and picked it up. He unlocked it and saw the hate you where receiving from the fans. You slowly looked up at him as he continued to look at the phone. "I'm sorry," you mumbled. "I didn't mean to it's just...I don't know." You looked back down.  You felt him climb into the bed with you. He wrapped both of his arms around you.  Your head rested on his chest, "Shh it's okay," he whispers. "Niall they're right..I don't deserve you." Niall looked down at you, "No baby don't say that you mean the absolute world to me, and I wish they could just understand that." You looked up at him through your teary eyes, "Why me though? They're are so many other girls that-" "That would be lucky to be you!" He smiles. "Niall I just don't think that this is going to work." His smile quickly fades, "No..no please don't believe in what they say! I can't lose you I just can't!" "Niall I just think-" all the sudden his lips where placed on yours. You felt him softly kiss you. "I love you princess," he whispers as he runs his fingers through your hair. "I love you too," you say quietly.  He smiles and leans in to kiss you again. "Come with me," he says. You give him a half smile, "Why?" "Come on," he replies. He climbs out of bed, and stands up. You climb out of bed as well, and notices he turns your back towards you. "Climb on," he says. You smile and climb on to his back.  You wrap your arms loosely around his neck, as he carries you out of the room and down the hall.  He continues to carry you downstairs, and walks into the bathroom. He carefully sets you down on the counter top, and begins to go through all of your cosmetics. "What are you doing?" you ask.  He selects one of your  nail polishes, and begins to shake it. "I think my princess needs a little pampering." You smile as he unscrews the top of the nail polish. For the rest of the day Niall spends painting your nails, styling your hair, and even attempts to do the blindfold make up challenge on you. "What do you think?" he asks as he holds up the mirror. You take the mirror and look at your reflection as he undoes the blindfold. "Oh my goodness," you say.  You had makeup all over your face and your hair was thrown up into a high messy ponytail. Niall looks at you and smiles, "I think you look beautiful." "Really?" you ask. He nods, "You always look so beautiful." You smile as gently cups your face in his hands and kisses you. You'll admit the hate did get to you, but he's worth it. "I love you princess."  "I love you too," you whisper.

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[dirty1dthings-blog]

Dirty Niall One Shot #1

"HARDER" YOU WHISPERED, YOUR BREATH HOT AND STICKY AGAINST HIS NECK. NIALL FASTENED HIS PACE UNTIL HE HAD A STEADY RHYTHM. YOU MOANED IN DELIGHT AS HE HIT ALL THE RIGHT SPOTS. YOU COULD SEE THE SWEAT FORMING ON HIS FACE AS HE STUCK OUT HIS TONGUE IN CONCENTRATION. YOU KNEW IT WAS TIME FOR HIM TO STOP BEFORE HE OVER DID IT. "NIA- NIALL THAT'S GOOD," YOU STUTTERED. HE NODDED HIS HEAD. HE TOOK THE CAKE BATTER AND POURED IT IN A PAN AND PUT IT IN THE OVEN. THE CAKE YOU TWO MADE WAS DELIGHTFUL." 

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! :) --Kristen xx

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[buck-nialled]

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]

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]

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]

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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[buck-nialled]

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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[buck-nialled]

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!

here we go again!

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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ma’am i love your blog can you maybe write something about niall coming home and he finds you half awake in bed listening to his music on the speakers and he’s so concerned cause you’re listening to all the sad ones and you just had a rough day and he just strokes your hair and lets you cry and calls you petal and my love and darlin and that was too specific but that���s all i want from niall rn i’m going thru it lol

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Bad Day Blues - N. Horan Blurb

It was nearing ten on the digital clock that lay on your bedside table when your eyes began feeling droopy. You do not know what powers your boyfriend’s voice held that made it possible for him to comfort you, even when he was miles away. Each song of his that reverberated through the headphones snug in your ears made crying seem more okay. The lyrics and melodies that filled your mind made feeling sorry for yourself seem like less of a pain and more a priority. Niall even argued once that “everyone needs a good cry now and then.” You had only wished when this fit of yours came about that he would be here beside you, but he was not. 

He was spending a late night at the studio to put some finishing touches on a song or two in hopes to leave him with one less affair with the album. Had he known about the state you were in, you guarantee that him leaving the studio immediately after would not be something to question. However, you did not want to burden him further, as he was already feeling anxiety these past few weeks trying to finish the album.

Your silent prayer that he would just be here to hold you already must have been heard though, and some moments later your half-asleep figure stirred beneath the sheets at the sound of the front door opening. Your sore eyes looked down to one of Niall’s pillows you had resorted to for comfort and his hoodie you had adorned to complement it.  There were discernable wet spots on the pillow with smudges of black, and you loathed at the thought of what a mess you must have looked at forgetting to take off your makeup. You heard some shuffling in the entryway of the house, and pictured the tired man shucking off his shoes in relief that the day was over. Lacking energy to even wipe away at your damp cheeks as your boyfriend neared the bedroom, all you did was lie there, looking catatonic.

“Love, you awake?” Niall’s gentle voice almost wasn’t heard over that of one of his somber tunes still playing in your ear. You sniffed and turned towards his shadowy frame that was stripping in the darkness of the room. Upon climbing into the bed beside you, he hears noise emitting from the earbuds and takes one from your ear to place it in his. He immediately recognizes the tranquil melody of Fire Away and could only assume that you had been in this state for hours after drinking in your form snuggled beneath the comforter.

“Oh, darling…” Niall’s warm embrace finds your hips underneath the covers and slides your chest closer to his own, allowing his chin to rest upon your head as a hand comes up to stroke your tangled locks. “You could’ve called me.” He mutters, while you just sat there sniffling into his bare chest, trying to fight off the new wave of tears that threatened to leave your eyes. Shattered breaths left you as Niall shushed you and encouraged you to let the tears flow freely. And they did, for nearly half an hour, until you felt your body drained of so much energy that crying was almost deemed impossible. Fool’s Gold came to an end as you pulled away from his chest to meet his eyes in the dark bedroom, and Niall wonders just how many times you must have listened to these songs of his, as he did not have too many that were sad.

“Here, petal…” He takes the earbud out of his and your ear, setting them aside. “why don’t I sing you a song you haven’t heard of? I just finished it today at the studio.” You nodded at his suggestion and returned your head to lay back on his chest. His fingers took place back through your locks as his voice began echoing off of the bedroom, walls, lulling you to sleep like no other thing could.

“Dear patience…”

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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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