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buck-nialled · 4 years

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

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

Babies - N. Horan Blurb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Make me.”

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niall-is-my-dream · 6 years

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In Other Words (Niall Fanfic) - Chapter One (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/1a17TDGo0O Twenty-one year old Niall Horan has been living the life of a popstar since he was sixteen years old. As fortunate as he is, he cannot help but feel the weight of every sacrifice he's had to make. Just when he comes to terms with the fact that finding love at this time in his life is off the table, he meets a girl that turns his world on end.

Just finished reading this.

Em x

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busstop · 6 years

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

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

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

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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Lefty - N. Horan Blurb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well?”

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

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

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

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

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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

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

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

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

Peas and Carrots - N. Horan Blurb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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

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

Tangent - N. Horan Blurb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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Hi hi! I was wondering if you could write a niall imagine about how the fans adore you and him together and one day you guys are out and about and show off some light pda and a fan captures the sweet moment and posts it all over Twitter and instagram and fans are going crazy about how cute you guys are? A lot of cutesy and fluff ☺️💕

hello, anon! super cute idea! this might be my favorite request yet :)

Public Display of Erection - N. Horan Imagine

You and Niall both concluded that self-isolation was truly a test of patience. Claustrophobia was Niall’s number one fear, and he did not willingly wedge himself in tight spaces often. But as the days passed on, his two-floor condo felt like it was shrinking by the minute. And with your job now placing you at home, your feet patting on the hardwood day and night was a tell that being locked inside was driving you to the edge. Even your dog, who you and Niall decided now needed a limit on walks, was whining to sniff the grass as if he had not seen the outside his entire life. In reality, his last stroll was only a few days ago. But you admit that on the inside, you were fighting the urge to break out just as much.

You reach down to scratch Leo behind his ear, temporarily distracting him from his want to leave the house. You turn to see Niall, watching the two of you with a small smile. His attention the golf match on the television was slowly waning at the view of the clear skies through his window. “You want to go for a quick walk?” You propose, Leo’s ears perking up at the last word.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Niall heaves himself up off the couch and walks to over to his tennis shoes, which were haphazardly lying near the door. Leo began spinning as you went to go retrieve his leash, and it made you let out a few giggles. He needed to get out just as much as you and Niall did.

As you two were walking around your neighborhood, you held onto the leashes handle, while your other hand was occupied with Niall’s, his fingers laced through yours. While you admired the greenery along with Leo (who needed to stop and sniff every inch of certain plants that caught his eye) Niall brought the back of your hand up to lay a kiss upon it. You turned to him and smiled lovingly, his piercing blue eyes distracting you from a flash in the distance.

“Can’t wait til’ the stores open back up. I can finally put a ring on this finger.” He announces proudly, making you flush red.

“Is that a promise?” You ask with a raise of your brows.

“I’ll give you the damn vows right now, petal. Might as well have a ceremony right here. Who knows how long we’ll be stuck together.” He remarks, letting your hand fall from his so his arm could pull you closer to his side. This elicits a small laugh from you.

“I’ve been stuck with you four years now, Horan. I think you can last another few months.” While you continue your stride, it comes to a halt seconds later when Niall spins you to face him. His hand takes ahold of yours, the leash still wrapped around it, and he is grateful Leo is mesmerized by another type of flower so he can’t tug you away.

“I’d wait a million years to see you walking down that aisle to me, princess.” Your faces were so close that Niall’s warm breath came in contact with your skin and made shivers light up your body. He leans in and gives you a kiss that you do not hesitate to return, and neither of you could wipe the smile off of your faces from that point. Niall clears his throat afterward and makes it a goal to stay behind you for a few moments.

“What are you doing?” You wonder aloud, as Niall stays as close behind you as possible.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” His behavior was unusual, but you decided to listen and not comment on it further. That was, until he got closer to your back, and wrapped his arms around your waist. Soon then, it was very clear as to what he was shielding.

“Oh my god. Do you have a–”

“Don’t say it.” Niall cuts you off, voice straining. You laugh a little louder than Niall wanted you to, so loud that one of your hands had to come up and muffle it.

“I can’t believe it! All I did was kiss you.” Bewildered, you continued moving down the sidewalk while Niall tried his absolute hardest (no pun intended) to get his friend down.

“It wasn’t that. I was thinking of how you’d look in your dress, hair all done up. And then what would happen after…” He admits the last part as a whisper in your ear. And although the thought was endearing, it also made you feel as bothersome as Niall was moments ago. It was easy to agree then that you both had walked enough for the day.

Throughout the rest of your ten-minute meander, you would turn to place a light peck on his shoulder, and lean into him further. Despite being outside in the midst of a worldwide panic, you two felt like you were still in your own little bubble. So much so, that the cameras in the distance were never seen by either of you once.

Later on, neither of you could hold back your scoffs of disbelief a few when the pictures were posted online and brought to your attention by twitter.

“I get that the fact that they love you and all, but does anyone really care about us kissing? I mean there’s a worldwide pandemic going on, last time I checked.” You comment with a shake of your head, scrolling through even more pictures. You thanked every deity that you at least looked decent during the walk.

“Apparently they do,” Niall replies as he brings his phone up in front of your eyes for you to peruse all of the responses to the light display of affection. Many hearts overtook the screen, as well as questions to when you both were finally going to get married. You two were not the only ones thinking about it. The responses that were solely strings of random letters made you laugh a little bit to yourself, like usual. In curiosity, you switched over to Instagram to find many fan accounts already reposting the photos with even more hearts and hashtags of how “goals” you two were. Some even went as far as to call you their “parents”, which slightly concerned you. But then you stumbled upon an array of photos where Niall failed to hide his growing affection for you, specifically in his jeans. And the whole scenario just sent you into another laughing fit, while Niall could only shake his head.

“At least they’re okay that it’s for me. I remember at the beginning being terrified that I’d be ripped to shreds for even talking to you,” Your words did not do well to console Niall and his red cheeks, though.

“Yeah, but then they realized how cute we are together,” Niall replies, sliding your body closer to his.

“You think we’re as cute as they say we are?” You lean your head down to rest on Niall’s shoulder, as he sets his phone aside, placing his now free hand back in yours.

“Absolutely! But that might also be because Leo was with us. You know nobody can resist his lil’ face.” Niall muses while Leo’s head perks up from his dog bed at the sound of his name.

“He should be the ring bearer. I’ve seen some videos of dogs doing that.” You suggest, Niall delivering your hand a squeeze.

“Already planning,” Niall murmurs, placing a kiss to your hair, “haven’t even popped the question yet, love.” He sounds shocked by how eager you are, but his smile against your temple is something you did not ignore.

“So? It can’t hurt to plan early, can it?” You ask, slouching down further until your head was resting comfortably in his lap. Both of you knew anyway that there was no way in hell Leo could be trained to do such a thing. If you tried, he would probably eat the rings before even making it down the aisle.

“I guess not.” Niall approves, bringing his hand to your tendrils splayed about on his sweatpants to fiddle with. “What would our song be?” He poses, making you tilt your head in contemplation. You hum to yourself for a moment, and as your lips opened to reply, Niall cut you off before a word was even said.

“Don’t say ‘Black and White’.” And when you close your mouth to huff, he can only laugh at you. “I love the song as much as you do, petal but when I said it was a tune for a wedding I didn’t mean ours.”

“Alright, what do you have in mind?” You fire back, crossing your arms over your chest, and giving Niall a smug look. For a moment, he stares off, flipping through the imaginary jukebox in his head. As soon as he sucks in a breath, your quick to make him bite his tongue.

“And nothing by The Eagles.” You point, which made Niall simply roll his eyes.

“I was gonna say, why don’t we get back to the song another day. Let’s move on to something else instead.” He suggests, as his hand travels down your side. You pay little attention to the small hug his hand gives your hip, and the obvious darkening of his eyes. You were too busy questioning him, “oh? Like what?”

At this, he moves his hand horizontally, to the inside of your thigh, a small smirk overcoming his face. While your eyes now take notice of his wandering hands, his gaze remains trained on your expression. His other hand, not currently occupied comes up to bump your chin and direct it to focus back on him.

“Oh,” you mutter in recognition, as he plants a soft, meaningful kiss to your lips. You slowly sit back up and situate yourself on his lap, bringing your arms up to link around his neck. You felt a lump forming below you, knowing his friend was returning. “Yeah, I like this much better.” You stagger out through shared kisses. The talking stops as Niall’s lips travel downward to your neck, and then even lower.

Who said you two couldn’t practice parts of the wedding either?

woah what a turn that took huh? if only there was a MASTERLIST with more stories like this….sigh

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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

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

Sad Song Addict - N. Horan Imagine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, well—”

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

“A—I’m sorry, I thought you said—”

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

“I….”

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

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

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

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

“Irrelevant.”

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

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Tradition - N. Horan Imagine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Trust me, I’m not going anywhere.”

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N: that cheesecake was really good

Ni <3: worth getting sick over?

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

Ni <3: what are you getting at love?

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

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

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

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

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

“Gotta keep up the tradition.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Want to meet up at lunch?

Niall used his other pen and scrawled a reply hastily.

Sure, for what?

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

To guess how professor hitlist is gonna take us out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sor—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you two are—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then I’ll go.”

“Niall, you don’t have to—”

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

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

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

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

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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

I SWEAR ANONS ARE PSYCHICS I had this same idea in my head awhile back. ENJOY!

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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Flash - N. Horan Blurb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

my masterlist, which has more cute niall things, can be located HERE!

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Dating Niall While in College Would Include:

to those who have requested i promise they are in the works right now, i haven’t forgotten about you <3

- Him being just as excited as you when you announce you have been accepted

- Whenever he visits, he wears a random frat hoodie one of your friends gave to you and a hat with the university on it to “blend in”.

- Of course, it fails miserably as soon as he starts speaking and boisterously laughing aloud while on campus

- Because not even fans of Niall could easily recognize that damned laugh

- As soon as one of your guy friends joins a conversation with you while Niall is present, he goes into full Protective Mode™

- Arm around your waist pulled as close as possible to his side. And if they still don’t get the hint (though they probably do and Niall is just delusional—but he refuses to believe that statement) he’ll lay a kiss on you out of nowhere in the midst of your conversation

- He gets scolded for it later but has no regrets

- While showing him around campus, he claims to already have a vendetta against it for their lack of his favorite sport

- “So they have a field for football and soccer—” he begins, pronouncing the two in a very hearty American accent—“volleyball, even a swimming pool. How could you go somewhere that doesn’t have a golf course!”

- “Maybe because I don’t play golf, Niall.” You reply, sarcasm dripping off of your words.

- “I know, I’m talking about my needs, here. What do you expect me to do to keep myself occupied while you’re in a class all day? I need to at least get a few holes in, petal.”

- “There’s a mini-golf place a couple of miles down the road.” This makes him scoff, and mutter something about being disrespected and it not being the same.

- Upon entering your dorm not even halfway through the semester, he will go ballistic at the sight of your side and begin frantically cleaning like a mother who is expecting company

- He’ll also sneakily restock your mini-fridge and drawers with your favorite snacks he managed to stow away in his bag.

- When stressed with homework and such, Niall will refill your water, rub your shoulders and attend to all your needs, despite telling him it's not necessary

- When you’re really loaded with work, he’ll begin reading from your books or slides from lectures to make writing notes and flashcards more efficient.

- And when you ask for him to help you study, he’ll add incentives. For each question you got right, he’d sing you a line from one of the songs he has been working on or give you a kiss.

- When you take him to a party as your date, he compares all of the shitty mixed drinks to Ireland, which makes you refute that “not all alcohols are going to reach the standards of your homeland! You grew up in the land of booze.”

- “You’re damn right! Dis’ is nothin’ like Guinness.”

- When his/your parents join him in visiting you, he treats both you and his/your family to a nice lunch off of campus.

- When he has tours coming up and they happen to be in your country, he almost always makes sure a show is scheduled to play in your university’s specific city or in a city nearby.

- It’s always upsetting when he leaves, but he promises once you graduate there’s plenty of space back at his house for you to move into, a promise that motivates you to keep on going.

all things niall i have written can be found HERE!

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