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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.

more fluffy livestream niall can be found HERE!

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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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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.

mtvGOALS GOALS GOALS GOALS GOALS

shawnmendesMY PARENTS ARE SO IN LOVE

dualipau guys are the cutest

“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.

thank you again to the person who requested this! i’m always up for exploring my writing ability, so if you’d like to leave a request in my inbox go for it!

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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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Listening Party - N. Horan Imagine

ayyyeee guess who finally got up off her ass and wrote?

“Finally, petal what took ya so long?” Niall asks while you situate yourself on your shared bed beside him, leaning back against your headboard. It was the afternoon before his listening party, and being the “light of his life and all, it was only fair that you would be one of the first to hear it.” His words, not yours. But you did not let a single complaint go into your head you were ecstatic that he thought that. There were most likely other reasons for him doing this, like how he would be tugged back and forth between people all night like a vicious game of tug-of-war and you would probably be one of the last people he gets to upon entering the door with his arm looped through your own.

“I’m glad you asked…” You begin with a small smile. “First of all, I had to show support somehow, so I threw this little get-up on.” You twirled around in a small circle as Niall’s eyes adorned your figure, drowned in the largest “Heartbreak Weather” hoodie you could dig out of a box in the closet.

“Alright.”

“Snacks.” You continue, revealing a small, white box containing the leftover takeaway both of you ordered the previous night. “Soft, of course, because I need to listen to the songs but you never know when cravings strike.” You point out. Niall could not help but chuckle to himself at how you had certainly thought of everything.

“Fair ‘nuff.” Niall murmurs, lowering his body to place his bearded chin atop your shoulder. He caught a whiff of your shampoo and let out a soft exhale, which elicited goosebumps atop your arms and had the hairs on your neck standing at attention. You simply ignored it and carried on with your explanation of why it took so long to prepare.

“Oh, I also had to pee because I know we’re going to be here awhile from how many times I ask you to replay all the songs.” You lean your head slightly to rest upon his.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you wanted the full experience, huh?” Niall laughed.

“Nope! Oh, that reminds me…” you pause and turn to pull open your bedside drawer, retrieving a CD you had snuck from one of the many boxes shipped to the doorstep months ago. “Will you sign this for me?” You ask with a giddy smile, waving the cased disc in front of his face. He snatched it from your grasp and let out a scoff of disbelief.

“Babe, I swear you’re more obsessed than my fans sometimes,” he shakes his head and gets up to find a Sharpie sitting on top of the dresser against the wall. He comes back to lay beside you and takes the end of the marker between his teeth to take the cap off. A small squeal leaves you as he strokes the marker against your bare leg, leaving a black streak. “What was that for?” You demand, a small pout coming up to your lips as your hand attempts to rub away the permanent marker. However, your plan was fruitless.

“Had to make sure it wasn’t dried out.” He smirks smugly, the cap still stuck in his mouth as his hand effortlessly scribbles his signature down onto the cover of the CD case. He also adds a small heart and adds a few words you could not quite depict with his hand covering a large portion of them. After capping the marker back, he hands you the disc back, and you can feel your heart grow even larger for the man beside you as your eyes studied the words written out:

to the light of my life

“Anything else ya need?”

“Yes. I was wondering if I could get a picture?” This earns an irritated roll of Niall’s eyes that makes you laugh.

“Kidding.” You say. “I already have plenty of those.” You lean towards his lips to plant a kiss upon them. After, you snuggle closer to him, taking an earbud his pinched fingers offered you, and placed it in your ear, while he took the other one and slid it comfortably into his own. “Alright, here we go.” He announces, playing the title track.

Throughout the first three songs, your head maneuvered from being beside his to resting on his chest, his hand coming up to soothingly stroke through your hair. Dear Patience concluded, you almost shifted from the feeling of Niall stiffening. You denied the thought and assured yourself it was nothing as the new beat played in your ears.

“What’s this one called?” You wonder aloud.

“Small Talk,” Niall replied. For some unknown reason, his answer came out with a heavy breath, as if he’d just finish a run or intense workout. But he’d not spoken for a few minutes until you had asked the question.

“You okay?” You look up into his eyes, now a darker shade than a few moments before. He nods, giving you enough reason to return to your previous position until your eyes catch obvious tinting in his sweatpants. Your eyes concentrate on this song, particularly the lyrics filling your ears. For some reason, the title seemed like the song which would hold a slower, somber pace. But no, it was quite the opposite.

With Niall’s hand still in your hair, and his cologne suddenly filling your nostrils, you could no longer deny the arousal now flooding your body. Through the pulsating beat, you could heart Niall’s heartbeat quicken in his chest. You bite your lip as a devious thought comes into your mind, and you decide to act on it without further hesitation. Your hand slides down from Niall’s warm chest and to the ever-growing mountain, slightly shielded by his sweatpants but still very noticeable. “Y/N, what are you…”

“Shhh…small talk only gets in the way, Niall.” You whisper in a sultry tone, your hand lightly rubbing over the crotch area of his sweatpants. If his constant panting was not any proof of how horny he was at the moment, the needy groan that followed surely did.

“I thought you wanted to…” His sentence is halted by a sharp breath as your hand traveled to explore beneath his boxers. “thought you wanted to listen to the album…finish it.” He moans.

“Well, I have all night to do that.” You say, removing the earbuds from both of your ears and unplug them from the phone entirely, letting the song continue as it reverberates amongst your bedroom walls. “I just want to take my time with this one.” You sit on his lap, earning another satisfied groan from Niall.

“You did want the full experience, huh love?” He quips, hands flying to rest upon your thighs. You lean down to lay a passionate kiss onto his lips and smile lightly while doing so.

“I mean, I did get the VIP package.” You joke, bringing your hand back down to his sweats.

binge-reading niall imagines? i’ve been there...but have you been to my masterlist?

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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

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

Team Girl - N. Horan Imagine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s not good for the little one.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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At Home Picnic - N. Horan Imagine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

AWOL - N. Horan Imagine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hope he had not remembered that last part.

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

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

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

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

“Hey love…let’s get you home.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

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

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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.

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Serial Killer - N. Horan Imagine

USING STRANGERS’ DIALOGUE AS WRITING PROMPTS: day 4

LOCATION: my job

NOTE: This made me laugh a little bit because I am a self-admitting ice cream biter...

PROMPT: “Who bites into ice cream? Serial killers!”

With your hands interlocked with Niall’s, you practically bounced up and down upon entering your favorite ice cream store. It was weeks ago when you had told Niall about one of your favorite memories, which happened in the very store you were gazing at. Almost nothing had changed, except when you brought Niall in to share one of your favorite places, it felt like everything had. The casual chatter happening around you smiles overcoming citizen’s faces, and the happy music playing over the store’s radio. You do not think there was a place in the world that could make you happier other than this, with your boyfriend by your side.

You remember becoming particularly downtrodden about how far the drive was. After moving in with Niall, what was once a quick ten minutes from your apartment had turned into a forty-five-minute commute from his. But throughout the entire drive, complaints had not even reached his mind at the sight of you practically leaning off of the passenger’s seat. From the moment he told you where he was taking you, your attitude had morphed from that of a young adult to a toddler’s on her birthday.

“Y/N!” The owner exclaims upon spotting your grinning face in the store. She sends you a wave and you almost sprint up the counter to hug her, Niall in your tow. “How’ve you been, sweetheart! It’s been almost a year.” She says, unwinding her arms from your vibrating frame.

“I know, a lot’s happened. We have to meet for lunch one day and catch up. But my boyfriend and I decided today that an ice cream run was appropriate. This weather is insane.” You explain, raising a hand to fan your face for emphasis.

“Boyfriend, huh? And when were you gonna get my approval?” She turns to ask Niall with a challenging raise of her eyebrow. Niall visibly gulps and sticks his hand out, ready to introduce himself.

“I’m kidding sweetheart, don’t be so nervous! If you can deal with her energy without sugar in her, you must love her.” The owner jokes with a smile. “So I’ll give you a moment to look at the flavors. Unless you want your usual.” She turns to face you yet again with a smile matching yours.

“Please.” You smile, as you led Niall to peruse at all the flavors, pointing out which ones you liked the best and recommending a few that would cater to his taste. Upon hearing the words “coconut” leave your lips, he freezes in his place and asks you to point it out. When you do so, he asks for a waffle cone with the flavor before even trying it. Your eyes grew in surprise, you never knew what a big fan of coconut he was. After retrieving your orders and Niall paying for the treats, both of you took a stroll outside in the sun, taking a few tastes of your ice cream. But when Niall sunk his two front teeth into the frozen dessert, you almost gasped.

“What?” Niall said, a mouthful of coconut ice cream. You stood there for a moment, mouth agape.

“Did you just…” Niall looked around and then back at you, still puzzled.

“What?” He questions yet again, taking another bite, visibly giving your bones tremors.

“You did not just bite into your ice cream…” he raises his brows and licks his lips, savoring any extra remnants that may have not made it into his mouth.

“Um, yeah…what’s so weird about it?” Niall asks.

“Because that’s not normal. Who bites into ice cream? Serial killers! That’s who.” You argue, taking a particularly agitated bite of your coffee-flavored ice cream, all while Niall chuckles at you.

“Not weird to me…I’ve been doing’ it all my life.” He leans closer to you as he takes another bite into the coconut, moaning as the flavor overcomes his tastebuds yet again, earning a disgusted look from you as you elbow him away.

“Anyways, I didn’t know you were such a big fan of coconut…” you state, moving onto a new topic to distract you from the crime your boyfriend was pulling. He hummed in response, reluctantly pulling his face away from the dessert because if there was anything Niall could love more than you, it was food.

“When I was little, it was always my favorite. Which was weird because Greg always got chocolate or cookies n’ cream, which you’d think was something his younger brother would go for. But, I don’t know, when I tried it for the first time it was just better to me than plain ok’ chocolate. I don’t think I could get tired of it.”

“Yeah, I get that…I don’t think I could get over my coffee flavor, no matter how much I eat it.” You admit with a small laugh, meeting his blue eyes, staring into yours with adoration. “I don’t think I could get over you ever, either. Even if you bite into your ice cream…” you mutter the last sentence, still finding trouble accepting it.

“Ditto.” He replies with a buoyant laugh, winding one of his arms around your waist. The two of you continue walking in silence, enjoying your ice cream almost to the very last bite. Niall stopped you before you could. “Wait.” His voice made you pause and lookup. “I have an idea.” He fed you the last bit of his coconut ice cream while taking the spoonful of coffee into his mouth.

“What was that for?” You whine is a disappointment as you discarded your empty cup of ice cream. Niall’s hands grab your hips right after, and he connects your lips with him as he does so, pulling you closer to him. You could taste your coffee on his tongue, and it made you lean into the passionate sharing of lips even further.

“Now...” he mutters, breaking away from the kiss. “I can savor both of my favorite things together.” He smiles cheekily, before colliding his lips with yours once more.

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Our Compass - N. Horan Blurb

NOTE: I had this assignment for English class explaining that I had to write a narrative or scene about these two archaic poems and “modernize” them and what it means so, in the end, I thought I did pretty well and figured why not switch the names up a bit and make it an angsty/pre-dad!Niall imagine? so here goes nothing!

Despite his impending separation, neither Niall nor Y/N spoke about the matter until the day of his leaving. Carrying a child these ongoing months with her husband’s plans to go write abroad was a situation that Y/N took without qualms. Things between the two were easy-going and mellow, up until Niall was making his exit through their quiet house.

“Wait,” Y/N’s voice softly cut through the silence and made Niall’s boot scuff the floor in a sudden halt, “you cannot leave me. Please do not leave me. I-I cannot do this without you.” Her breathing became shattered and her chest rose and fell rapidly while her eyes drank in the sight of her love leaving her. He turned back around to face Y/N, before retreating to her despondent figure awaiting his warm embrace. “No.” He whispers before her, as he reaches his hand up to cradle her glowing red cheeks. A small tear escapes from her eye, and his thumb does not miss the opportunity to brush it away. “No tears, my love. No sadness, no anger.” He hushes her whines and takes Y/N by the shoulders, pulling her into him. “I am never leaving you.” The woman’s lip trembled through her reply, muffled by his clothed shoulder she rested her head upon.

“Y-you...but...you’re leaving me right now.”

“Only physically.” Niall shakes his head as he lifts her face once more and their eyes locked on one another’s; hers glassy and bloodshot, his filled with endearment. “If I know one thing, it is that greater forces are working here. Something is tying me to you, no matter where we go. No matter what we do, not even the seas can separate us!” He bellows.

“Well…” she sniffs. “What is it?” Niall gets a crease in his forehead looking at her, puzzled.

“What is what?”

“What is this...magical thing holding us together?” Y/N questions, her tone demanding an answer, desperate for justification for her husband’s fleeing. Niall answers without any hesitation.

“Why, it’s her, of course.” His hand takes purchase on Y/N’s stomach, and she looks down at her bulging stomach, feeling her lips curl upward a little. “She is our compass, Y/N. She will bind us together, no matter the distance we expanse and make us two feel like we are one.”

Y/N finds his hand on her stomach with her own and interlaces their fingers together. Turning her head up to face him a final time, she lets a few more tears slip from her eyes. But these were not mournful tears. Rather, they were untroubled and filled with content for her husband pursuing his passion. “P-promise me...you’ll be careful. I couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to you, Niall.”

“I cannot promise that, my love. But even if something does take me without notice, death will not conquer me, nor our love.”

“Okay.” She becomes succinct in persuading herself to listen to Niall, and not to mourn. All that was left to say was her approval for his leaving. And upon doing so, he molded his lips against hers a final time and allowed their hands to fall apart.

“Farewell, my love. If I am not to return, the afterlife is where our souls will convene. Always remember that I am not far gone.” He announces, pointing a finger to her stomach, where their eternal compass lies and molds them together.

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