#Niall x Reader

[nialls-golf-putt]

You Say It Tastes Like Candy

Niall thinks you just woke up in a really really good mood. He's in for a hell of a ride.

c/w: face riding, a hint of come eating and blowjobs ;) just a fluffy silly little smutty bit

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You rolled over in bed, burying your face under the duvet. The sun was shining in your face. Why was- Niall must've forgotten to pull the blackouts last night, you realised sleepily.

And no matter how much you tried, you just couldn't fall back asleep. Stifling a yawn, you sat up in bed, watching the sunlight pouring in through the sheer curtains.

Niall was still fast asleep, curled up sideways with his head on his hands, knees bent with his hair falling over his forehead. You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, brushing the hair back. "Morning, Ni." You whispered, to which he grumbled something sleepily, turning his back to the curtains, and also- you.

So much for a romantic morning. Shaking your head to yourself, you pulled the covers off, ignoring his sleepy protests as you settled between his legs.

"Niall," You said in a soft sing-song voice, pressing kisses along his thighs, fingers playing along the waistband of his boxers.

"Mmph?" He mumbled sleepily, head now buried under his pillow.

Wasting no time, smirking to yourself, you slowly pressed your lips to the bulge through the thin fabric, eliciting an instant response from him (which you couldn't make out either, but sounded suspiciously like 'no fair babe').

Thank god for morning wood, you chuckled to yourself as you left open-mouthed kisses along his hip bones, following the trail of hair and tugging at the elastic with your teeth, to which he quickly obligingly raised his hips.

Men. You couldn't help but chuckle against his skin, goosebumps spreading at your warm breath as you pulled down his boxers, Niall bending one knee to help it off, spreading further to give you the space you needed.

You kept your eyes on him, smiling slightly to yourself as you dipped your head down, tongue darting out in kitten licks along his head, already angry red and weeping with precum.

You flattened your tongue, savouring the bitter feel of it, licking a broad stripe up from his balls, pausing at the spot under his head you knew he loved, keeping your tongue pointed as you drew patterns along the silky skin.

"Babe-" He whined softly.

"Mhm?" You asked, not taking your mouth off of him, pressing featherlight kisses along the underside of his cock, tracing the vein on your way up.

"'S today somethin' I'm forgetting-?" He asked groggily, lifting his head up slightly to look down at you before breaking off with a loud moan as you ducked your head down, swallowing him down halfway before popping off. You slowly wrapped your fingers around his now slick length, giving him a few slow firm pumps.

"Not that I know of." You hummed, hollowing your cheeks as you took him in again, hand wrapped around the base, squeezing gently.

"Bloody hell- 'S a damn good way to- fuck- wake up, then." He choked out as he looked down at you, his breath coming out in sharp gasps already, pupils blown wide.

You hummed softly around him, knowing it drove him crazy when you did, fingers dancing along his balls teasingly as you kept up the slow movements. His fingers were in your hair in no time, gripping tightly at the nape of your neck as he guided you, doing his best to not buck his hips up into your mouth.

"Fuck- Your mouth feels so fuckin' good, princess," He groaned out, grip tightening on your head as he held you down for a few seconds, letting out a string of expletives as he hit the back of your throat.

"That's it, fuck, you're so pretty when you're on your knees- oh, bloody-" He broke off with a deep moan, his hands gripping your hair so tightly you were certain you felt it pulled at the roots.

You couldn't help but smirk at his reactions, your grip on him tightening, enjoying the way his body responded to every flick of your tongue and touch of your hands. You glanced up at him, taking in his hair already clinging to his forehead, eyes scrunched shut, his lips parted with silent moans before you quickly popped off him, wiping your chin with your palm.

"Hey!" Niall protested immediately, his eyes flying open. "Princess, what the fuck?" He whined, all but pouting at you as he made grabby hands towards you where you were sitting back on your heels between his legs.

"I was so closeee." He said, making puppy eyes up at you but you shook your head, crawling towards the headboard. His eyes watched your every move, biting his lip to stifle a whimper as you pulled off the tshirt you wore to bed, leaving you clad only in your panties.

"Be patient, Ni." You said with a small smirk. "Good things come to those who wait," You said with a soft laugh, echoing what he always told you when he was in a teasing mood, leaving you whining and frustrated. It felt good to be on the other side for once.

Ignoring his grumbles, you slowly pulled off your underwear, smiling inwardly as you saw the glimmer in his eyes for a second as you straddled his waist. "You just had to ask, babe-" He started cockily, and you giggled as you saw the smug expression slip off his face as you slowly moved up, carefully putting your knees on either side of his shoulders.

"Oh"

That was all he said for a few seconds, his hands gripping your thighs, eyes riveted to your face.

"Get to work, Horan." You said with a soft laugh, wiggling your hips playfully.

He raised his eyebrow, face still turned up at you.

"Don't make me ask again, Ni."

"Do I atleast get to know what I did, cause there's always-"

"No. Later." You said, biting the inside of your cheek to stifle your smile.

"Yes, ma'am." He said, chuckling softly before he took a deep breath, wasting no time at all as he flattened his tongue, laving it along your slit, humming at the taste of your arousal. He darted along the sides, licking up stripes with his tongue pointed, pulling you down onto his face, his nose brushing your clit.

"If you're gonna sit on my face at least do it properly." He mumbled muffled against you, and you bit your lip as you felt the vibrations through you.

He kept his grip firm, fingers digging into your thighs as his tongue moved with finesse, darting along your swollen bud, teeth grazing against it for a second as you let out a loud moan, bracing yourself on the headboard, your hips grinding forward instinctively.

He groaned at the movement, urging you on, the vibrations causing you to whimper even louder, lightheaded already as he moved his tongue just the way you liked it, mumbling muffled praises against you.

"Niall, fuck, I-" You bit your lip, letting out a sound between a whine and a whimper as he teasingly let his tongue circle your entrance, dipping in just enough to leave you desperate for more.

His hands traced up your sides, cupping your breasts as you moved against his tongue, his stubble scratching ever so slightly at your skin. He pinched down on a nipple, rolling the hardened nub, moaning in satisfaction against you as it pebbled under his touch.

He kneaded at the flesh desperately, his other hand firm on your waist as his tongue finally slipped into you.

You gripped desperately at the headboard, the only thing grounding you as his hands danced over your body, playing with your arse as he built up a steady pace, his tongue fucking into you deliciously, curling it just right to press against the right spots, his nose nudging your clit every so often as you could feel your thighs starting to shake, the familiar knot tightening in your belly.

"Ni- Babe-" You whimpered out, trying to form a sentence as he squeezed at your flesh, fingers digging in and you instinctively leaned back, hand trailing along his abs, following the trail of hair as you grasped him, precum dripping down his entire length as you began stroking him in time with his tongue, his moan sending shockwaves through your body.

You couldn't even control the movement of your hips, grinding shamelessly against his mouth. Niall reached up, tracing his path along your breasts and waist down to your ass before giving you a firm smack, the sheer surprise of it more than anything sending you over the edge, waves of pleasure passing through you, your toes tingling as you rode out your orgasm, feeling like your knees were giving out on you.

Vaguely, you were aware of his own hips jerking against your hands, his warm come splattering all over your hand and his stomach as he caught his breath against you, tapping your thigh after a few seconds.

Chest still heaving, you slowly climbed off him, flopping down next to him. You brought your hand up to your mouth, licking off some of the warm come before holding it out in front of his mouth, trailing your damp fingers along his lips as he quickly captured your fingers in his mouth, making quick work of it, pressing a kiss to the fingertips before he let go.

You slowly lifted your head up, wiping your arousal off his glistening chin with your palm, chuckling slightly to yourself as he caught your hand, licking it clean again. "You're insatiable, Ni."

He laughed softly, trailing kisses up to your wrist as he looked at you. "Can't deny the allegations."

You exhaled softly, closing your eyes as you laid down beside him again.

"You know," He said, his voice hoarse. "If that's your idea of being all strict and punishing me, I wouldn't mind you punishing me daily."

"Shut up," You giggled, fondly swatting his chest.

"Can I at least now know what i did, though?" He asked, pulling you into his side as he carded his fingers through your hair.

"You forgot to pull the curtains last night." You murmured, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

"That's it!?" He said, with a soft incredulous laugh.

"What do you mean that's it?" You asked, unable to not laugh along. "The sun got in my eyes and woke me up- And then you turned your back to me when i tried to be all sweet and wake you up."

"Oh no no- Don't give me that." Niall said playfully. "There were no sweet intentions behind waking me up- It was all personal vendetta- 'I woke up so now he will too'."

"Was not!" You protested, laughing.

"It so was."

"There'll so definitely be a round two for that." You said, fake stern, giggling slightly.

"Get some breakfast in me, princess, and I'll do it twice." Niall grinned.

"Oh you're so on"

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A/n: Send an ask if you wanna be on my taglist <3 reblogs and comments hugely loveddd and here's my masterlist!

[acidinduceddaydreams]

Fort-night!

Pairings: bff kind of cgs! 1D x fem!reader. 2011-2013 sort of 1D vibes. Can you tell nostalgia is hitting me hard rn?

Synopsis: you are feeling uneasy and hurt. Lucky for you five boys want to light up your world like nobody else.

Warnings/ A/n: Liam is mentioned because it’s not 1D without him. I hope this made you all smile. God bless! ❤️🧸. Also did you see what I did with the title and synopsis haha I’m so funny okay bye now!

It had been one of those days where everything felt just a bit too much. Your energy was low, and even though you tried to shake off the heaviness, it lingered. By the time you curled up on the couch with a blanket, you’d decided the best plan was to stay quiet and hope no one noticed.

But the boys always noticed.

Harry was the first to sense something was off. He walked into the room with a bowl of strawberries in hand, humming softly to himself. When he saw you tucked into the corner of the couch, staring blankly at the TV, he immediately set the bowl down and knelt in front of you.

“Hey, love,” he said softly, his green eyes scanning your face. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

You shrugged, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “Just tired.”

Harry tilted his head, concern flickering across his face. “Tired like you need sleep, or tired like you need cuddles and a distraction?”

You hesitated, biting your lip. “Maybe both.”

Harry reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Alright. We can fix that.”

Before you could ask what he meant, Louis burst into the room, carrying an armful of blankets. “Right,” he announced, his voice bright and full of purpose, “it’s officially a blanket fort night. No arguments allowed.”

You blinked, watching as Louis began draping blankets over the furniture, muttering to himself about structural integrity.

“Blanket fort night?” you asked quietly, looking up at Harry.

He grinned. “Only the best nights. Trust me, love, Lou’s got this down to a science.”

As if on cue, Niall wandered in, a bag of crisps tucked under his arm. “What’s all this, then?” he asked, nodding toward the chaos Louis was creating.

“It’s a masterpiece in progress,” Louis replied, tossing a pillow to Niall. “Now, help me. We need snacks, fairy lights, and at least five more blankets.”

Niall raised an eyebrow but grinned, setting the crisps on the coffee table before diving into the project.

Liam arrived next, balancing a tray of steaming mugs. “I thought hot chocolate might be in order,” he said, handing a mug to each of you. He crouched beside you, his gaze soft and kind. “You doing alright, sweetheart?”

You hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah, just… a bit off today.”

“Well, good thing you’ve got us,” Liam said warmly, patting your knee. “We’ll sort you out.”

By the time Zayn appeared with a stack of books and a flashlight, the fort was taking shape. Louis had transformed the living room into a cozy hideaway, complete with fairy lights strung along the edges and a pile of snacks in the middle.

“You don’t have to do all this,” you murmured as Zayn handed you a book.

Zayn gave you a small smile, sitting down beside you. “We want to. Besides, it’s been too long since our last fort night.”

Harry stood, offering you a hand. “Come on, love. Let’s get you settled.”

He guided you into the fort, where pillows and blankets surrounded you in a cocoon of warmth. The boys followed, each finding their spot—Louis sprawled dramatically across the pillows, Niall rifling through the snacks, Liam adjusting the lights, and Zayn flipping through the books.

“Alright,” Louis declared, holding up a flashlight. “We start with ghost stories. It’s tradition.”

“No way,” Niall countered. “Let’s watch something funny. Y/N needs a good laugh.”

“Spooky stories first,” Louis insisted. “Fort rules.”

As they bickered, you couldn’t help but smile. Harry noticed, his lips curling into a grin as he nudged your side.

“There it is,” he said softly.

“There’s what?” you asked.

“That smile,” he replied, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “We’ve been missing it all day.”

Zayn started reading a ghost story in an exaggerated voice, and the boys took turns interrupting him with jokes and sound effects. You found yourself laughing more than you had in days, the warmth of their presence chasing away the lingering heaviness.

By the time the story ended, the snacks were half gone, and Niall had convinced everyone to put on a comedy movie. You leaned against Harry, his arm draped around you, as Louis threw popcorn at Zayn for stealing his pillow.

“You feeling better, love?” Harry whispered, his voice low so the others wouldn’t hear.

You nodded, leaning into him. “A lot better. Thank you.”

“You never have to thank us,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We’re your boys. Taking care of you is the best part of our day.”

As the movie played and the boys continued their playful antics, you felt a warmth settle over you. Wrapped in their love and care, you knew one thing for sure—you were never alone.

[harrywavycurly]

Texting Boyfriend Niall Horan Part 9: Dates

Masterlist: Here

CW: Language

Tag List: @blckburd @fanboysfangirl

Side Note: I know some of y’all don’t like how snippy these two are with each other but just know these two are sickeningly in love, they just talk a lot of shit to each other(out of love lol)

A/N: Niall thinks he takes you on dates all the time, but you just want him to admit he’s a little afraid of you. Enjoy✨

[niallerspayno]

Be My Baby Daddy (Niall x reader) - Fic Request

Masterlist

Request for @pansexualdarling: As longtime best friends, you and Niall have always been there for each other. But when your desire for a child leads you to ask him to be the father, everything changes. As Niall considers your request, buried feelings surface, making you both realise this could be more than just a shared dream of parenthood—it could be the start of something deeper.

Tags: Niall x reader, friends to lovers, angst and fluff, smut at the end

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You sit curled up on the couch, a half-empty glass of wine balanced precariously on the armrest, your phone in hand as you absently swipe through a dating app. Another face flashes onto the screen—generic smile, unoriginal bio, no spark. With a sigh, you swipe left. Again. And again.

The faint sound of your TV fills the quiet of the room, a mix of laughter and sentimental music pulling your gaze up for a moment. An ad is playing—a mother kneeling on the floor, helping her toddler take wobbly steps as they both laugh, eyes shining. Something about it catches you off guard, and for a moment, you just watch, your chest tightening in a way that feels all too familiar lately.

You’ve always wanted that—family, a child, that kind of unshakable bond. But here you are, sitting alone in your flat, glass of wine in hand, and no closer to it than you were years ago. The dating app isn’t helping. And waiting for the “right person” to magically appear? That seems like a gamble you’re losing.

Placing your wine down, you pick up your laptop, the thought taking root almost before you can fully process it.

What if there’s another way?

Your fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment before you type the words: IVF process for single women. You scroll through the search results, reading about sperm banks, donor profiles, success rates, and costs. Another search leads to adoption, the logistics and timelines stretching longer than you imagined.

The options blur together as the thought deepens—sure, it’s possible. But something about each of them feels... impersonal. Anonymous. You can’t picture yourself choosing a name from a list, a face from a profile, trusting that this stranger will make up half of your child.

The glass of wine lingers on your lips as you lean back, lost in thought. And then it hits you. Someone constant, someone safe. Someone who’s been there for every milestone and heartbreak, cheering you on from the sidelines. Someone you trust with your whole heart.

Niall.

It’s absurd, isn’t it? The idea feels almost too wild to entertain. But as you sit there, images flash through your mind—Niall’s easy laugh, the way he always shows up for you, his natural warmth around kids. And let’s be honest, he’s got those unfairly good genes.

The longer you think about it, the less absurd it seems. You set your glass down and close your laptop, the weight of the decision settling in. You don’t just want to be a mother. You want to do this with someone you trust. And the only name that keeps coming to mind is his.

...

You pace the living room, heart pounding as you rehearse the conversation for what feels like the hundredth time. This isn’t something you can just blurt out—it has to be said carefully. Even then, you’re not entirely sure how Niall will take it.

The knock at the door jolts you from your thoughts. You take a deep breath, smoothing your hands over your jeans before opening it.

“Hey, you,” Niall says with a smile, stepping inside. His brunette hair peeks out from under a navy beanie, and his blue eyes are warm as ever. “You alright? You sounded kinda serious on the phone.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say, stepping aside to let him in. You take his coat and hang it up as he toes off his shoes.

He glances at you, a hint of concern flickering across his face. “Serious enough to need wine?” he jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

You laugh softly, nodding. “Definitely a wine conversation.”

He heads to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle and two glasses without needing to ask where anything is. You follow him, sitting at the counter as he pours.

“So, what’s on your mind?” he asks, sliding a glass toward you and leaning against the counter, glass in hand.

You take a sip, gathering your courage. “Okay, this might sound a little crazy, but… I’ve been thinking about having a baby.”

His eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t interrupt.

“And I mean on my own,” you continue, rushing to explain. “I’ve looked into it—IVF, adoption, everything. I know it’s unconventional, but I’m at this point in my life where I just… I don’t want to wait anymore.”

He nods slowly, his expression thoughtful. “I get that. You’d be a great mum, you know. And if anyone can handle doing it on their own, it’s you.”

His easy, supportive tone loosens the knot in your chest, but you know you’re not done yet. You set your glass down and fiddle with the stem, avoiding his gaze.

“Thanks,” you say softly. “But… that’s not the whole reason I wanted to talk to you.”

He tilts his head, his brow furrowing slightly. “Alright. What’s the rest of it?”

“I’ve done a lot of research,” you say, forcing yourself to meet his eyes. “And the idea of a random donor just… doesn’t sit right with me. I want to do this with someone I trust. Someone I know will be there no matter what.”

You pause, and his gaze sharpens slightly, like he’s starting to put the pieces together.

“And that someone,” you continue, your voice barely above a whisper, “is you.”

Niall’s glass freezes halfway to his lips. He sets it down carefully, blinking at you. “Me?”

“Yeah,” you say, rushing to fill the silence. “You’re my best friend, Niall. You’ve always been there for me, and I know you’d be an amazing dad. I’m not asking for a relationship or anything complicated—I’d handle the day-to-day stuff. I just… I trust you more than anyone else in my life. And I think this could work.”

He leans back against the counter, running a hand through his hair. For a moment, the room feels heavy with unspoken words.

“That’s… wow,” he finally says, letting out a breathy laugh. “You don’t do anything halfway, do you?”

You can’t tell if he’s joking or deflecting, and your stomach twists. “If it’s too much—”

“Hey, no,” he cuts in, holding up a hand. “It’s not that. It’s just… a lot to think about, you know? I mean, this isn’t exactly something you drop into a casual conversation.”

You nod, your throat tightening. “I know. I don’t need an answer right now. I just… I had to ask.”

He’s quiet for another moment before pushing off the counter and stepping closer, resting a hand on your shoulder. “Let me think about it, yeah?”

Relief washes over you, even if it’s not a yes. “Yeah. Of course.”

“Alright,” he says with a small smile, squeezing your shoulder. “And hey, no matter what, you know I’ve got your back, yeah?”

You nod, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “Yeah. I know.”

...

Later, the two of you are sprawled on the couch, a movie playing quietly in the background. Niall has his legs stretched out, one arm draped over the back of the couch, while you sit cross-legged on the other side, your wine glass resting on the coffee table.

You steal a glance at him, watching as he absentmindedly twirls the stem of his glass between his fingers. He’s relaxed, but you can tell his mind is still turning.

“So,” he says finally, breaking the comfortable silence. “Can I ask… why now? I mean, I get it, but… what brought this on?”

You let out a small laugh, looking down at your hands. “Honestly? A combination of things. I was scrolling through some dating app the other night, and it just hit me how… stuck I feel. Like, I’m not meeting anyone, and even if I did, who knows how long it’d take to get to the point where having a family is even an option? And then I saw this ad on TV—it was one of those sappy ones with a mum and her kid—and it just… I don’t know. It made me realize how much I want that.”

He nods, his gaze softening as he listens. “Yeah, I get that. Life doesn’t exactly wait around, does it?”

“Exactly,” you say, leaning back against the cushions. “And the more I thought about it, the more I realized I don’t want to wait anymore. I’m ready, you know? I want to be a mum. I want to have that kind of love in my life.”

There’s a pause, and you glance at him hesitantly. “What about you? Do you ever think about having kids?”

“Sometimes,” he admits, taking a sip of his wine. “Not in the ‘I’m ready right now’ kind of way, but… yeah. I want kids someday. Always have.”

His honesty makes your chest ache a little, but you push the feeling aside.

“So, if you’re doing this,” he continues, shifting slightly to face you, “how’s it all gonna work? Like… what’s the plan?”

You shrug, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve been looking into clinics, and there’s a lot to figure out. It’s not exactly cheap, but I’ve been saving for a while. And I’d need to go through some screenings, but after that, it’s just about timing. If it all goes smoothly, I could be pregnant within a few months.”

His brow furrows slightly. “You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?”

“I had to,” you say with a small smile. “This isn’t the kind of thing you just dive into without a plan. I know it’s not gonna be easy, but I’m ready for that.”

He leans his head back against the couch, looking at you with something unreadable in his expression. “You’re brave, you know that?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I don’t know about that. Desperate, maybe. Determined, definitely.”

“Brave,” he insists, his voice softer now. “This is a big deal, and you’re going after it. That takes guts.”

The warmth in his tone makes your cheeks flush, and you look away, focusing on the movie for a moment.

“Thanks, Niall,” you say quietly.

He smiles, reaching over to nudge your knee with his foot. “Always.”

...

After a quiet drive home, Niall’s head is spinning. The conversation with you has replayed in his mind a thousand times on the way back, but now, as he steps inside his flat, it’s like it’s all just hitting him at once.

He places his keys on the counter, kicking off his shoes, and heads straight for the couch. He grabs his phone, scrolling through his contacts before landing on Liam’s name.

A few rings and Liam picks up. “Oi, mate, what’s up?”

“Hey,” Niall starts, sinking into the couch, his mind racing. “I… I need to talk to you about something. It’s a bit heavy, though.”

Liam’s tone shifts immediately. “Yeah, course. You alright?”

Niall hesitates, fingers drumming nervously against his phone case. “Well, I’m not sure. It’s about… Y/N)”

Liam’s voice softens. “Oh? What’s going on with her?”

Niall takes a deep breath, leaning back and staring at the ceiling. “She—she wants a baby, man.”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line. “Right,” Liam says slowly, clearly unsure where this is going. “Okay. But you’re saying...?”

“I’m saying she wants to do it herself,” Niall says, feeling the words come out in a rush. “But—she asked me to be the father.”

A heavy silence follows, and Niall’s mind flashes to the look in your eyes, the hope, the trust you placed in him.

“Oh shit,” Niall mutters under his breath, the realisation settling in. “I’ve actually been in love with her for a while, and now she wants my baby.”

Liam lets out a long breath. “Jesus, mate, that’s… that’s a lot to take in.”

“You don’t think I know that?” Niall replies, a little more defensively than he means to. “I don’t know what to do. I thought I’d had it all figured out, but now I’m… I’m kind of freaked out.”

Liam is quiet for a moment, and when he speaks, his voice is steady. “Niall, I’ve been co-parenting Bear with Cheryl for a while now, so I get it. I know how much of a commitment it is. It’s not just about the physical side of things—it’s about being there, being present, day in and day out. Are you ready for that?”

The question hits Niall hard, and he closes his eyes, thinking it over. The idea of being a dad, especially with someone like you—someone he’s always cared about, someone he’s always wanted more with—it feels like it could be the best thing in the world. But the weight of it still lingers.

“I don’t know,” Niall admits, rubbing his face with his hand. “I mean, it’s Y/N, you know? I’ve always loved her in a way, but this is… different. I’ve never thought about actually being a dad. But I want to be there for her. I want to make sure she’s okay. I don’t want to let her down.”

Liam’s voice is softer now. “You’ve gotta figure out if you’re ready for it, mate. It’s a huge thing. But if you think you can handle it, and if she trusts you enough to ask you… that says a lot. Don’t rush it, though. Take your time.”

“Yeah,” Niall says, nodding even though Liam can’t see him. “I know. I just—I didn’t expect it to be this complicated.”

“You never do,” Liam replies with a laugh. “But whatever you decide, just make sure you’re doing it for the right reasons. And, uh, I think you’re gonna need to be honest with her about your feelings. That’ll be the real kicker.”

Niall’s heart races at the thought. He’s never been good at expressing how he feels, especially when it comes to you. But he knows Liam’s right. He can’t let this go on without addressing it.

“Thanks, mate,” Niall says, his voice quieter now. “I appreciate it.”

“No problem, mate. You’ve got this. Just take your time, yeah?”

“Yeah, I will.”

As Niall hangs up, the weight of the conversation lingers, but so does the feeling of possibility. The idea of a future with you—of starting something new and real—flickers in his mind. Maybe this is the beginning of something bigger than either of them ever expected.

...

The next day, Niall shows up at your door, and the moment you open it, you can tell he’s been thinking about your conversation all night. His blue eyes are a little more intense than usual, and there’s a slight nervous energy about him, but he’s trying his best to mask it with a casual smile.

“Hey,” he says, stepping inside. “You good?”

You nod, trying to keep the nervous excitement in check. “Yeah, just… thinking about everything.”

“Yeah, me too,” he admits, closing the door behind him. He takes a breath, glancing around the room before focusing back on you. “So… I’ve been thinking about it, and… I want to do it. I’ll help you.”

The words hit you like a wave, and you blink, trying to process. “Wait—really?”

“Yeah. I mean, I think we’ve both been through a lot, and I trust you more than anyone. You’re right—I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else either.” His voice is steady, but there’s an underlying tension in his words that makes your heart race.

“Thank you,” you say softly, stepping closer. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“I know,” Niall responds, his smile genuine, though there’s still something guarded in the way he holds himself. He runs a hand through his hair, then clears his throat. “So, I guess we should start figuring out the next steps, yeah? Like fertility clinics and all that stuff?”

You nod eagerly, leading him to the couch where you’ve gathered a few notes and research on the process. “I’ve been looking into places, and there’s a few I think we could visit. I want to make sure everything is in place before we move forward. And…” You pause, glancing at him. “If you’re still okay with the idea of being involved, you know, after the baby’s born, I’d want to have that clear too.”

Niall’s eyes flicker, and for a moment, you catch a glimpse of something in his expression—something that seems more personal, more vulnerable—but just as quickly, it’s gone. He nods, his smile slipping back into place. “Yeah, of course. I’ll be around, no matter what.”

You start going through some of the options you’ve researched, making notes as you talk through the process. Niall listens intently, asking questions when he needs to, but the whole time, he’s quiet, distracted, his mind clearly still wrestling with the weight of everything.

You finish explaining a few potential clinics, and he leans back on the couch, crossing his arms. “Alright, so we’ve got a plan. And we’ll figure out the rest as we go. Just… don’t want you to feel like you’re on your own with this. I’ll be there for you.”

You smile at him, feeling a swell of affection and gratitude. “Thank you. I know this isn’t easy, but I’m really glad you’re doing this with me.”

Niall shifts uncomfortably, his expression softening for a brief second, but his eyes quickly dart away. He stands up and grabs his jacket. “I should probably head off. Got a bit of stuff to think through, you know?”

You frown slightly. “Of course. Thanks again for coming over.”

“Anytime,” he says quickly, offering you a smile before he leaves, but as the door shuts behind him, you can’t shake the feeling that something’s changed. He’s agreed to help you, but there’s a distance between you now that wasn’t there before.

Little do you know, Niall’s mind is a whirlwind of his own. He walks down the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. What had started as a simple gesture of support had somehow shifted into something much deeper—something he’s been trying to ignore for years.

He can’t let you know, though. He can’t risk ruining the friendship you’ve built, especially now, when everything’s about to change. So, he buries the feelings down, deep where they won’t see the light of day.

But deep down, Niall knows one thing for sure: his life has already been turned upside down.

…

The following week, Niall and the reader find themselves standing outside a fertility clinic, the hum of traffic and distant chatter only adding to the strange sense of unease hanging between them. The sterile, intimidating building feels like a stark contrast to the easygoing friendship they’ve always shared. It’s suddenly very real—this big step they’ve decided to take together.

You glance at Niall as he leans against the car, running a hand through his now-brown hair, a nervous smile on his face that barely hides his anxiety.

“You good?” you ask, offering a playful grin, even though you both know it’s a loaded question.

He exhales dramatically, glancing over at you. “Well, you’re the one who needs a sample today, not me, so… yeah, I think I’m good,” he teases, but his voice is a little too high-pitched, making you snicker.

���You’re not wrong,” you laugh, but there’s a warmth behind it. “I’m the one who doesn’t have to deal with… well, whatever you’re about to deal with.”

Niall looks at you, eyebrows raised. “You’re not gonna make fun of me when I come out looking all flustered, are you?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you reply with a wink.

He chuckles, but there’s a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “Right. Sure. I’ll be back in a bit then.”

You watch him walk off with the nurse, trying not to think too hard about the fact that he’s about to do something incredibly awkward for the first time—especially when it’s for your baby.

As you sit in the waiting room, the minutes seem to stretch into hours. You tap your foot, trying to distract yourself from the feeling of anticipation in the air. The very idea of the process, and what it could mean, makes your stomach flip. But there’s also a strange calm, knowing you have Niall by your side.

Finally, when he returns, Niall walks through the door looking slightly… off. His cheeks are a little flushed, and there’s a slightly dazed look in his eyes that makes your heart skip a beat.

“So…” you begin, trying to sound casual, “How was it? Did they at least provide a comfy chair, or was it as awkward as we all know it had to be?”

Niall clears his throat, his usual easy smile replaced with something more sheepish. “Oh, it was… let’s just say, I never thought I’d be in a room with, uh, so many… distractions,” he says, his voice a little strained. He avoids making eye contact with you, focusing on his shoes instead.

You raise an eyebrow, not missing the way he’s trying to cover up his awkwardness. “Distractions?” you ask, a teasing grin forming on your lips. “What kind of distractions are we talking about, Niall?”

He looks up at you, flustered now. “Not the kind you think, alright? Just… a lot of pressure, alright? Not like I’ve had much practice at this… under these conditions.”

Your teasing smile softens, but you can’t help but laugh. “I mean, I’m sure you did great. You’ve had a lifetime of practice in some other… areas.”

“Don’t make me blush, please,” he groans, dragging his hand down his face. “You’re gonna give me a complex.”

You chuckle and nudge him gently with your elbow. “I’m just saying, it’s not the worst thing in the world. And you’re helping me with something huge. So, props to you.”

Niall rubs the back of his neck, still flustered. “Yeah, well… I’m gonna need some serious therapy after this,” he mutters, but the playful tone in his voice says it’s all in good fun.

The nurse enters with a folder, giving them both a quick update. “Everything looks good,” she says, before continuing with the usual post-procedure instructions.

As she leaves, Niall lets out a long breath, leaning back in his chair. “So, uh, yeah. That was… something. Glad it’s over,” he says, his voice lighter now but still slightly strained.

You grin at him, clearly enjoying the playful awkwardness of the situation. “Well, I’m not exactly jumping up and down in excitement either. But at least we’re one step closer, right?”

“Yeah, one step closer to you having my kid. Fantastic.” He laughs, but there’s a slight undercurrent of seriousness to it. You catch the look in his eyes—the briefest moment of something unspoken between you.

The nurse comes back with final paperwork to sign, and you both fill it out with a new sense of urgency, as if this moment is suddenly a turning point. Niall’s attention is elsewhere, distracted, and you notice that he’s still avoiding your gaze, almost as if he’s processing something a lot bigger than just the procedure.

You both walk out of the clinic together, Niall falling into step beside you but keeping a few paces of distance—like there’s an invisible line he’s unsure of crossing.

“You alright?” you ask, glancing up at him.

“Yeah,” Niall replies, his voice quieter. “It’s just… a lot, you know? I didn’t expect to feel weird about it, but here we are.”

You nod, understanding. “Yeah, me neither. But we’re doing this together. And that means more to me than you know.”

Niall glances at you, a flicker of something in his eyes, but then it’s gone just as quickly. “Right. Together.”

The walk back to your place is quiet, but there’s a new layer to your friendship now—something both exciting and unnerving. You can feel the tension simmering just below the surface, and you’re not sure if it’s the shared experience, the awkwardness of it all, or something deeper you’re both avoiding.

Before you know it, you’re standing in front of your door, the moment hanging between you.

“Thanks again, Niall. For everything,” you say softly, your heart a little heavier than before.

He smiles at you, his eyes warm but guarded. “Anytime. Just, uh, maybe don’t ask me to go through that again, yeah?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I promise, no repeat performances.”

With one last glance, Niall walks away, leaving you standing in the doorway, still feeling the weight of what’s just begun, but also the flicker of something that neither of you are ready to face yet.

…

The next day the two of you are sprawled across your couch, a pizza box open on the coffee table and a random rom-com playing in the background. Niall is half-watching, half-scrolling on his phone, while you’re sipping on a glass of wine, feeling more relaxed than you’ve been in days.

“Honestly,” Niall says, gesturing toward the TV with a slice of pizza in hand, “if someone pulled that big, cheesy airport stunt for me, I’d probably just laugh and walk the other way. Too much drama.”

You laugh, nudging his leg with your foot. “Oh, please. You’d eat it up. You’d be the one sobbing while the whole airport claps.”

Niall grins, pretending to wipe a fake tear from his eye. “Fine. Maybe I’d shed one single tear. But only if they brought a guitar and serenaded me.”

Before you can reply, your phone buzzes on the table. You glance at the screen, recognizing the number from the clinic, and suddenly your heart is in your throat.

“It’s them,” you say, sitting up straighter.

Niall lowers his slice of pizza, watching you with a mix of curiosity and concern. “Go on, answer it,” he says, his voice softer now.

You press the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hi, this is Sarah from the clinic,” the cheerful voice greets you. “I wanted to let you know that we’ve reviewed all the tests and timelines, and everything looks great! Mr. Horan’s sample is excellent, and your ovulation is right on track. We’d recommend coming in tomorrow for insemination before the ovulation window closes.”

Your stomach flips, and for a moment, all you can manage is a breathless, “Oh.”

“Will tomorrow morning work for you?” the nurse asks, oblivious to the storm of emotions suddenly swirling inside you.

“Uh, yes, that works,” you manage to say, glancing at Niall, who’s now watching you intently, his phone abandoned on the couch beside him. “Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You hang up and place the phone back on the table, staring at it as if it might ring again.

“Well?” Niall prompts, leaning forward, his brow furrowed slightly. “What’d they say?”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “They said… everything looks good. Your, um… your sample was perfect.”

“Well, obviously,” he says with a playful smirk, trying to lighten the mood. But there’s a tightness in his voice, and you don’t miss the way his knee starts bouncing nervously.

“And,” you continue, your voice softer now, “I’m ovulating. They want me to come in tomorrow for the procedure.”

Niall freezes for a moment, his smirk fading. “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” You nod, fiddling with the edge of your sleeve. “It’s all happening so fast, isn’t it?”

“Fast? Nah, it’s… yeah, it’s fast,” he admits, running a hand through his hair. He leans back against the couch, staring at the ceiling. “I mean, it’s great news. That’s what we wanted, right?”

You tilt your head, studying him. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

“Course I am,” he says quickly, but there’s an edge to his voice that gives him away. “It’s just… tomorrow. That’s, uh, soon.”

You offer a small smile, trying to ease the tension. “Yeah, it’s soon. But that’s the point, right? Timing is everything with this.”

“Right,” he murmurs, his fingers tapping restlessly on the armrest.

The room falls quiet for a moment, the sound of the movie fading into the background. You can tell he’s in his head, and for the first time, you wonder if this is harder for him than he’s letting on.

“Hey,” you say softly, reaching out to place your hand on his arm. “If this is too much, you can tell me, you know. We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”

He looks at you then, his blue eyes searching yours. “It’s not that,” he says after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to do this. For you.”

You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat. “Thank you, Niall. For everything. I don’t think I could do this without you.”

His gaze lingers on you for a beat too long, something unspoken passing between you. Then he clears his throat and shifts back, forcing a smile. “Well, I hope they give us a discount since I’m providing top-quality goods.”

You laugh, grateful for the levity. “I’ll ask them tomorrow. Maybe they’ll throw in a loyalty card for repeat donors.”

He chuckles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. As the night wears on, the usual ease between you feels slightly strained, the reality of what’s coming tomorrow hanging heavy in the air.

When he leaves later that night, he lingers in the doorway, his hand gripping the edge of the frame as if he’s about to say something important. But then he just gives you a small smile, leaning in to kiss your cheek before heading out.

You close the door, leaning against it with a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling in your chest.

Meanwhile, as Niall walks to his car, his mind is racing again. Oh shit. I’ve actually been in love with her for a while, and now she wants my baby.

The thought hits him like a punch to the gut, but he pushes it aside. He made a promise to you, and he’s not about to let his feelings mess that up. Not now.

…

The drive to the clinic the next morning is quiet, the weight of the day ahead settling over both of you. Niall’s hands grip the steering wheel a little tighter than usual, his knuckles pale against the leather.

When he pulls into the parking lot and shifts the car into park, he doesn’t turn off the engine right away. Instead, he leans back in his seat, staring out the windshield as if lost in thought.

“You okay?” you ask, your voice soft but tinged with curiosity.

He exhales deeply, finally turning to look at you. His blue eyes are intense, filled with something you can’t quite place.

“I need to say something,” he begins, his voice low and a little shaky.

Your stomach flips. “Okay…”

He hesitates, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I’ve been thinking about all of this—about us, about what we’re about to do—and I can’t keep pretending anymore.”

“Pretending?” you echo, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Yeah,” he says, his voice growing firmer. “Pretending that I’m just fine with being your best friend. Pretending that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.”

“Niall…”

He shakes his head, cutting you off. “Let me get this out, yeah? I’ve been in love with you for years. And I’ve been too much of an idiot—or maybe just too scared—to tell you. Because what if you didn’t feel the same? What if I lost you?” He swallows hard, his gaze locking on yours. “But now, you’re asking me to help you have a baby, and I can’t stop thinking about how much I want this. Not just for you, but with you. I want you, all of it—us, a family, everything.”

Your breath catches in your throat, his words hitting you like a tidal wave. For a moment, you can’t speak, and his face falters slightly, like he’s bracing himself for rejection.

But then you reach out, your hand finding his, your voice barely above a whisper. “Niall, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

He blinks, his brow furrowing. “Wait… what?”

“I’ve loved you for so long,” you admit, your cheeks flushing. “But I thought you only saw me as your best friend. I didn’t want to risk ruining what we had.”

His eyes widen, a disbelieving laugh escaping him. “You’re serious? You love me?”

“Yes, Niall,” you say, smiling through the tears that are threatening to spill. “I love you.”

Relief washes over his face, his smile bright and unrestrained. “Oh, thank God,” he breathes, leaning forward to cup your face in his hands.

Before you can say another word, he closes the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s soft at first, then deepens with years of unspoken feelings pouring into it. It’s everything you’ve ever imagined and more, leaving you breathless when he finally pulls back.

His forehead rests against yours as he chuckles softly, his voice warm and playful now. “So, uh, I know we’ve got this whole clinic plan and all… but if you want my baby, love, I can think of a much more natural way to make that happen.”

Your laugh is loud and sudden, breaking the tension and making him grin. “Seriously, Niall? You confess your love and go straight to that?”

“What can I say?” he teases, winking at you. “I’m a man of efficiency.”

You roll your eyes, though your smile doesn’t falter. “Let’s just see how today goes before you start making alternative plans, yeah?”

“Fair enough,” Niall says with a smirk, but there’s a softness in his eyes now, a warmth that wasn’t there before.

Hand in hand, the two of you step into the clinic, the cool air-conditioning hitting you as you approach the front desk. The receptionist greets you with a polite smile, but the sterile smell of disinfectant and the faint hum of machinery in the background make your stomach twist uncomfortably.

As you sit in the waiting area, filling out paperwork, the fluorescent lights seem too bright, the chairs too stiff. Niall, ever the observer, notices the way your fingers drum against the clipboard and the tight line of your mouth.

“You okay?” he whispers, leaning closer.

You force a smile, glancing around the stark white walls. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… doesn’t feel very, I don’t know, personal.”

His brow furrows, and he looks around too. “Yeah, it’s a bit cold, isn’t it? Not exactly what you’d picture when you’re trying to start a family.”

You nod, exhaling slowly. “I guess I just thought it would feel… different. More hopeful, less like a medical procedure.”

Niall watches you for a moment, his brow furrowing thoughtfully. Then, in his usual fashion, he stands up abruptly, holding out his hand.

“Come on,” he says firmly.

“What?” you ask, blinking up at him.

“We’re leaving,” he replies with conviction, his hand still extended.

“But… the appointment…” You glance around the waiting room, the clipboard in your lap, and then back to him.

“Love, listen to me,” he says gently, crouching in front of you now so you’re at eye level. “This doesn’t feel right, does it? You deserve something better than this—something real, something us. Not this cold, clinical rubbish.”

You hesitate, his words settling over you like a warm blanket. And then you realize he’s right. This wasn’t how you wanted it to feel.

Slowly, you place your hand in his, letting him pull you to your feet.

As you step out into the sunshine, leaving the clinic behind, you feel lighter. There’s a strange sense of freedom in the decision, though your heart still races at the uncertainty ahead.

Niall unlocks the car and opens the passenger door for you, waiting until you’re seated before slipping into the driver’s side.

“So,” he says, turning the key in the ignition. “Plan B.”

“Plan B?” you ask, raising a brow.

He glances at you with a mischievous grin. “The natural way.”

Your cheeks flush, and you smack his arm lightly. “Niall, be serious!”

“I am serious,” he says, though his grin remains. “If you’re okay with it, we’ll do this together. But on our terms, yeah? Not theirs.”

You bite your lip, your heart pounding. “And you’re really okay with this? No second thoughts?”

He reaches over, taking your hand in his. “No second thoughts,” he says softly, his eyes meeting yours. “I want this with you. All of it.”

You smile, squeezing his hand. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

His grin widens as he pulls out of the parking lot, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Right, then. Home it is.”

As he drives, the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the road ahead suddenly feeling like the start of something extraordinary.

...

When you step inside the house, the door barely clicks shut before Niall’s presence behind you feels overwhelming. His warmth, his steady breaths, the sheer energy radiating from him—it’s all-consuming. You set your bag down with trembling hands, trying to steady yourself as the tension thickens between you.

“Niall—” you begin, but before the words can form, his hands are on your waist, turning you to face him.

His lips crash against yours, silencing any doubt or hesitation. The kiss is rough, desperate, and all-encompassing, years of unspoken feelings pouring out in a way that leaves you breathless. His hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him as his body presses into yours, his need palpable.

When he finally pulls back, his lips are red and slightly swollen, his blue eyes burning into yours. His voice is low and hoarse, vibrating through you like a current. “You want a baby?” he growls, his accent thicker now, his emotions untamed. “Then I’m giving you one. Tonight.”

Your breath hitches, your heart pounding against your ribcage. His words send a bolt of electricity through you, pooling heat low in your belly. “Niall…” you whisper, unsure if you’re warning him or begging for more.

“You don’t know what you’ve done to me,” he continues, his hands sliding up your sides, his touch firm and possessive. “Hearing you say you want my baby… knowing it’s me you want…” He pauses, his lips brushing against your ear. “I’m going to put a baby in you, love. Right now.”

Your knees go weak, and you clutch at his shoulders, your breath coming in shallow gasps. “You’re serious?”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression heated yet tender. “You’re the only one I’d do this for. The only one I’ve ever wanted to do this with.”

Your fingers tighten in his shirt, and you nod, unable to find the words.

That’s all he needs. He scoops you into his arms, his strength making it look effortless as he carries you toward the bedroom. His lips never leave yours, the kiss growing hungrier, deeper, until you’re gasping for air.

When he lays you down on the bed, his hands are everywhere—sliding down your thighs, skimming your waist, slipping under your shirt to feel the heat of your skin. Every touch is deliberate, reverent, as if he’s savoring the moment, committing every inch of you to memory.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “Always have been. But seeing you like this… knowing what we’re about to do… Christ, love.”

You shiver under his gaze, every nerve ending alive and tingling as his hands and lips explore you. He’s thorough, almost painfully so, taking his time as if he’s determined to make sure you feel nothing but pleasure.

When he finally settles over you, the heat of his bare skin against yours is almost overwhelming, every touch igniting a fire that feels impossible to quench. His weight is grounding, his presence wrapping around you like a safety net, and the intensity in his blue eyes makes your breath hitch.

He cups your cheek, his thumb brushing against your flushed skin as his gaze searches yours, his voice low and thick with emotion. “Tell me you want this,” he murmurs, his words a command and a plea all at once.

“I want this,” you whisper, your voice trembling but sure. “I want you.”

His lips crash into yours, his kiss deep and consuming, as though he’s trying to tell you everything he feels in a way words never could. His hands roam your body with reverence, exploring every curve, every inch of skin as though memorizing you. His touch leaves a trail of warmth and need in its wake, and when his hands slide down to grip your thighs, pulling you closer, the air seems to shift.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough and reverent. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Your hands skim the taut muscles of his back, the heat of his skin beneath your fingertips making your head spin. When you arch into him, he groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your lips and sparking something primal deep inside you.

As he shifts, aligning himself with you, the moment hangs suspended in the air, electric and charged. He pauses, his forehead pressing against yours as his gaze locks onto you. “You’re sure?” he asks softly, his voice steady but laced with a vulnerability that tugs at your heart.

“Yes,” you breathe, your hands clutching at his shoulders, your body aching for him in ways words can’t describe.

With excruciating slowness, he pushes into you, the sensation making your breath catch and your fingers dig into his skin. The stretch is intense but perfect, his movements careful and deliberate as he fills you completely.

“God, love,” he groans, his voice low and guttural as his head drops to your shoulder. “You feel... incredible.”

Your body trembles beneath him, your breath hitching as you adjust to the sensation. Every nerve ending feels alive, every inch of your body attuned to his. He stills for a moment, his lips pressing gentle kisses along your neck as his hands cradle your face.

“You okay?” he asks softly, his concern evident even as his own body trembles with restraint.

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice shaky but full of need. “Please, Niall... don’t stop.”

The sound of his name on your lips seems to unravel him, and he begins to move, slow and deliberate at first, his body pressing into yours with a rhythm that feels both primal and tender. Each movement draws a soft gasp from your lips, and he drinks in every sound, his gaze never leaving yours.

“You’re going to look so good carrying my baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with passion, the rawness of his words sending a shiver through you. “Knowing it’s ours. Knowing we made it together.”

His hips roll against yours, his movements growing more purposeful, and you clutch at him, your nails digging into his back as the intensity of the moment builds. “Niall,” you gasp, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“Say it again,” he growls, his forehead pressing to yours as his pace quickens. “Say my name. Let me hear you.”

“Niall,” you moan, your voice trembling with need, the sound driving him further.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his lips brushing yours before trailing down your neck. His hands grip your hips, pulling you impossibly closer as his movements become more urgent, his focus entirely on you. “That’s it, love. Just like that.”

The tension builds between you, every movement, every sound pulling you closer to the edge. His whispered promises fill the space around you—words of devotion, of care, of a future together—and when you finally fall over the edge, it’s with him right there, his body pressing into yours as he follows, his own release crashing over him like a tidal wave.

When it’s over, he collapses onto you gently, his body still pressed firmly against yours as his arms wrap around you, holding you close. His face buries in the crook of your neck, his breath warm and uneven against your skin as he murmurs softly, “You okay, love?”

You nod, a shaky laugh escaping your lips as your fingers thread through his damp hair. “More than okay,” you whisper, your voice filled with contentment.

He lifts his head to look at you, his blue eyes soft and filled with emotion. A slow grin tugs at his lips, playful but tender. “Well,” he teases, his voice low, “if that didn’t do the trick, I guess we’ll just have to keep trying.”

You laugh, swatting at his chest lightly, but he catches your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before leaning down to kiss you again.

When he pulls back, his expression grows serious, his voice dropping. “You know this is just the beginning, yeah? I’m here. Always.”

Your chest tightens at his words, your own smile softening as your hand brushes against his cheek. “Always,” you echo, the word settling over you like a promise.

He shifts to pull you into his arms, holding you tightly against him as the two of you sink into the moment. And as the quiet envelops you both, you can’t help but think that this—his love, his presence—is everything you’ve ever wanted.

...

The soft glow of morning filters through the blinds, and you stir awake slowly, the warm weight of Niall’s body pressed against yours making you feel safe and content. His arm is draped over you, his chest against your back, and for a moment, you just lie there, enjoying the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the soft rhythm that keeps you grounded.

You stretch lazily, your body aching in the best way from the night before. You can feel the heat of his body, still close, still wrapped around you like he never intends to let you go.

“Morning, love,” Niall mumbles into the back of your neck, his voice thick with sleep, his breath warm against your skin. He nuzzles into you, pressing a few soft kisses to your shoulder, the scent of him—woodsy and familiar—filling your senses.

“Morning,” you murmur, your voice a little husky from sleep, your fingers grazing over his arm where it rests around your waist. You feel him shift slightly behind you, the heat of him a constant, calming presence as he draws lazy circles on your hip with his thumb.

“You comfortable?” he asks, his lips brushing the back of your neck again, soft and slow, as if he’s still half-dreaming.

“Yeah, just fine,” you whisper, a small laugh escaping you. “You?”

“Couldn’t be better.” His voice is low, thick with a kind of groggy contentment. There’s a lazy warmth in the way he speaks, the kind of softness that comes with knowing you’re both still tangled in the afterglow of the night, and maybe a little bit reluctant to leave it just yet.

You turn to face him slowly, the covers shifting with you, and his eyes flicker open, sleepy blue orbs meeting yours with a lazy, almost dazed smile. He’s a mess of tousled hair, his lips swollen from the kisses exchanged just hours before, and there’s a softness in his gaze that makes your chest tighten.

"Morning," he whispers again, his voice a little more awake now but still tinged with that sleepy rasp.

“Morning,” you repeat, the word barely a breath as you curl closer into him, your body still heavy with the warmth of his touch. You kiss him, slow and unhurried, the softness of it mingling with the faint traces of sleep still clinging to you both.

When you pull back, Niall’s hand slips lazily down your back, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine, and he groans softly, his voice still low and rumbly. “You know… I was thinking…”

“Uh-oh,” you tease, but your voice is soft, a smile tugging at your lips as you run a hand through his messy hair.

He gives a quiet chuckle, his lips curling into that crooked grin of his. “I think we need to go again, love. Just to be sure. You know, science.”

Your laugh is soft, still half a yawn, and you roll your eyes, but there’s a definite flicker of heat in your belly as you hear the teasing, playful tone in his voice. “For science, huh?”

“Definitely,” he grins, a little cheeky, but his hand slides under the covers to cup your hip, his fingers warm against your skin. His touch is lazy, almost reverent, and when you arch into him, your body instinctively responding to his closeness, he lets out a low, contented sigh.

You both shift closer, the sheets tangled around you as Niall’s lips brush against yours again, slow and soft, like you’re both still wrapped in the haze of sleep. But then the kiss deepens, the heat rising between you, and the sleepy calm of the morning fades into something more urgent, more insistent.

“God, love,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your lips as he presses his forehead to yours. “You feel so perfect. I can’t get enough of you.”

You hum in response, your body already beginning to wake up with his touch. “I want you,” you whisper, your hands sliding to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips.

With lazy determination, Niall shifts over you, his hands guiding your legs to wrap around his waist, and the weight of him feels right, familiar. He’s still half-dazed, his movements slow and almost clumsy as he shifts into position, but you both fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

When he slides into you, the sensation is smooth, easy, and the slight ache from last night only adds to the pleasure. His movements are careful but lazy, still drunk on sleep, but as he starts to move, the warmth between you ignites once more.

“So good,” he breathes out, his voice thick with need, but the sound is still slow, half-sleepy, as if he’s not fully awake yet. “Feels perfect, love. Every time.”

Your body moves with his in that slow, comfortable rhythm, the kind of lazy, drawn-out lovemaking that only happens when you’re both lost in the haze of a quiet morning, the world outside forgotten. The sounds between you are soft, the kiss still lingering, slow and deep, as if neither of you wants to let go of the moment.

Niall’s lips trail to your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers against it, “I’m gonna put a baby in you, love. Gonna make sure of it.”

His words, low and possessive, send a shiver of excitement through you, but there’s no rush, no pressure. Just him, you, and the promise of what’s to come, taking its time.

When he finally reaches the edge, it’s a slow, steady thing—every breath, every soft touch winding you tighter together, until finally you both unravel in a shared, breathless release.

For a long moment afterward, you both lie still, tangled in the sheets, the room silent but for the soft rustle of breathing, as Niall pulls you close and buries his face in your hair. His arms wrap around you, his warmth grounding you, and you smile contentedly as the soft hum of his heartbeat calms you both.

“Well,” he murmurs, still half-asleep, his fingers trailing lazily down your spine. “That oughta do it. I think we’re good for now, love.”

You laugh quietly, your fingers threading through his hair as you pull him in for another lazy kiss. “I think so, too.”

And as you both settle back into the warmth of the morning, the world outside seems far away—just you, him, and the slow, sweet promises of what’s to come.

[he4dlin3]

“ Sunday mornings with you — N.H “

Pairing ; Niall Horan x Fem!reader

Synopsis ; A slow, love-filled Sunday with Niall unfolds in the best way—lazy cuddles, homemade pancakes, and effortless moments of warmth.

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Sundays with Niall were your favorite.

There was something about the way the world seemed to slow down, the way the morning light filtered through the curtains just right, painting everything in a soft golden hue. It was the kind of day that begged for lazy cuddles, messy hair, and the scent of fresh coffee lingering in the air.

You stirred awake, stretching slightly, only to be met with the familiar warmth of Niall beside you. He was still fast asleep, his face buried in the pillow, one arm draped over your waist in that instinctive way he always held you close even in his sleep.

Smiling to yourself, you reached out, tracing your fingers lightly along the bridge of his nose, down to his slightly parted lips. He let out a small, sleepy groan in response, his grip on you tightening as he nuzzled closer.

“Too early,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

You laughed softly. “It’s almost ten, love.”

“Still too early.”

Shaking your head, you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before slipping out of bed. Niall groaned at the loss of warmth but didn’t stop you, simply rolling onto his back, hair a tousled mess against the pillows.

You made your way downstairs, deciding to surprise him with breakfast. The kitchen was quiet, the only sound being the faint chirping of birds outside as you moved around, pulling out ingredients.

Pancakes sounded perfect—light, fluffy, and just the right kind of Sunday comfort. As you mixed the batter, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen, making the space feel even cozier.

Just as you were flipping the first pancake, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind, a chin resting on your shoulder.

“Y’smell good,” Niall murmured, voice still laced with sleep.

You leaned into him, smiling. “You’re just saying that because of the pancakes.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Maybe. But y’always smell good, too.”

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Breakfast was spent at the small dining table, Niall still looking adorably drowsy as he sipped on his coffee, hair sticking up in different directions.

“You look like a hedgehog,” you teased, reaching over to ruffle his already messy hair.

He smirked. “A very handsome hedgehog, though.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t deny how utterly cute he looked, sitting there in his old t-shirt and sweatpants, fork in hand as he happily devoured the pancakes you made.

“This is why I keep you around, y’know,” he said with a grin. “For the food.”

“Oh, just for the food?” you challenged, raising an eyebrow.

He pretended to think for a moment before leaning over, stealing a kiss. “That, and ‘cause I’m madly in love with you.”

Your cheeks warmed, but you playfully shoved his shoulder. “Nice save.”

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The rest of the day unfolded in the best kind of way—slow, effortless, wrapped in love. Time seemed to stretch in the softest way, unhurried and gentle, as if the world outside didn’t exist beyond the walls of your shared space. The scent of coffee lingered in the air long, mixing with the faint traces of his cologne that clung to the hoodie you stole from him.

After breakfast, Niall pulled you onto the couch, where the two of you curled up under a blanket, watching some random show neither of you paid much attention to. His fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on your arm, and at some point, you dozed off against his chest, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

When you woke up, the sun was already beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting everything in a warm glow. Niall was still awake, scrolling through his phone with one arm still securely around you.

“You took a nap,” he noted, looking down at you with a soft smile.

You stretched slightly, sighing contently. “You’re comfy.”

He chuckled, setting his phone aside before pulling you even closer. “You’re cute.”

The evening melted into soft conversations, stolen kisses, and the kind of quiet intimacy that didn’t need words. The golden glow of the setting sun cast long shadows across the room, wrapping everything in a hazy warmth as you curled up together on the couch, legs tangled beneath a shared blanket.

Your voices were hushed, not out of necessity but because the moment felt too delicate to disturb—whispers of old memories, shared dreams, and playful teases filling the spaces between comfortable silences. Every now and then, Niall would brush his fingers along your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead, as if grounding himself in the presence of you.

At some point, as you were making tea, Niall walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist once again.

“Marry me someday?” he murmured against your hair.

Your breath hitched, but when you turned to face him, his blue eyes were filled with nothing but love—warm, steady, certain.

You smiled, cupping his face. “I’d love nothing more.”

And as he kissed you, slow and sweet, you knew that every Sunday—every day—with Niall would always feel like home.

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a/n : im running out of ideas for fics, im bored and have nothing better to do, im gonna need you guys to start making requests 💔💔

[justagirlthatlovedtoread]

Masterlists + Dexter 🤍

~Niall Horan

Blurbs?

As sweet as sugar

Love at first meet

Burning touch

Where the lines between love and friendship begin to blur.

Heart on fire

Niall goes in a state of panic when he can't find his girlfriend

Secrets, promises and stolen kisses

Niall and y/n's path cross when Niall's dog has an accident. Y/n agrees to help bring her back to health

Mended Hearts

Niall and y/n find their way back to each other

Love heals all wounds

Y/n brings Niall out of the darkness

The morning after

Everything changes after a one night stand

I miss you

Exes to friends, and friends to lovers.

Not like other girls...

Niall scores himself a date with a beautiful girl

My boy + Poems ❤️🌈🕊️🤍

11:11, the angels time

Dancing in Nature's Arms

New years eve without you 💔

3 agonizing days without you

Thankyou Dexter, this is for you ❤️

How do I say goodbye?

I thought about you today 🤍

For the both of us

Just a little different

3 days to 3 months

[yourimagines]

What he likes about you

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Fluff

A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: That you keep up with him, he loves life and he always shows it, just enjoying life and you do the same.

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: your smile, the way your eyes lit up when you do it and your laugh, he loves the sound of it, the way you look when you laugh. he loves it

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: He's the big spoon, loves to scooped you in his arms.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: going out golfing and grabbing some food afterwards.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: When you cry, he cries. He always express his emotions around you, telling you if he feels bad or when he's excited abut something.

F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: A big yes, he wants to spend his life with you but he feels he's not ready yet and likes to wait. He wants to life this life first with you before going to that big step, being parents together.

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: He likes to give you small things, like sharing his food. He isn't a big fan of just giving you things, it needs to have a reason behind it.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: Holding you hands in anyway possible, he loves holding you.

I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: He would be calm but worried, he would call his parents to ask for advice and just rant about his feelings and thoughts.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: He's a prankster, loves to laugh and pranks everyone. You would even team up with him to prank others.

K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: He likes to kiss you on your lips but also on the back of your hands.

L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: He writes song about and for you, pouring all his love in his songs, playing them for you and always supports you no matter what.

M = Memory, favorite memory together: Your first time at his concert, him singing those songs he wrote about you for the first time live.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: That you hate him, he would be heartbroken that you don't love him anymore and hate him.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: He plays on his guitar a lot or on his piano, he's always making music when he's at home.

P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: Love, baby(girl) and beautiful

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: Watching TV, being at home and just enjoying time together

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: You make my dreams (come true) by Darly hall and John Oates. He loves that song, saying you make his dreams come true he also hums it a lot, when this song comes up it reminds you of him.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: He's very open with you, he tells you everything.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: it took him two dates with you to make you his. He didn't want to waste time as he was afraid to lose his chance with you.

U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: He let's you rant to him, he listens very carefully and understands why your upset, he tries to cheer you up and values your feelings.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He likes to show you off because he thinks your perfect, your just like him.

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: A part of him would be proud but also worried if you would fight. He would fight for you in a heartbeat, he always has your back.

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He knows you, he knows how you think and he knows what you need. He just knows when sometimes wrong.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: Behind stage or in the studio.

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: Knowing your with him, when your asleep next to him, when you watching him while he's on stage.

[loversipod]

Perfect Storm

Summary: Niall is a single dad who, when the train is late, accidentally meets y/n who falls asleep on his shoulder. You always meet twice in life, this time it was pure luck.

Pairing: single dad!niall x reader

Wordcount: 843

Trigger warnings: none

A/N: I’m sorry that I disappeared for so long with my writing. Just a lot is going on and work is so stressful. I would appreciate it when you share it :) I’ll try my best to get more out soon.

The spring night is cold, with a gentle breeze and a small rainstorm. The night sky was often clear and you could see the stars shining, but not today. It was a beautiful spring day. Parents were in the park with their children, he wished he could do it too. Their parents watched their children and they looked so happy, some of them were walking with their dogs.

The train was stuffed full of people with barely enough space to move properly through the crowd. His phone died so he watched the people around him. He was glad he had a seat. He is claustrophobic and passes out when he doesn’t have enough space.

He was torn from his thoughts, by a woman who tapped his shoulder. One seat was free next to him, only his backpack was in the way. “Is this seat free?” The first thing he noticed was her red cheeks and nose. It must be cold outside. The brown scarf hides a lot of her neck and chin. Her hair was beautiful, the colour was perfect and her skin looked flawless. Her voice is sweet and quiet, she talked gently.

It was embarrassing he just stared at her, he still hadn't answered her. He moved his backpack and nodded. “Do you have a charger?” He asked shyly with a soft voice. He doesn’t want to scare her. It’s weird to ask a stranger you just met. She searched her backpack and gave it to him, “thank you.”

Ten minutes passed and the storm got stronger. A lot of people left the train when they reached the city. Now some get inside their home and some leave the train to meet up with friends.

The raindrops started a race, the drops run the glass faster down and more joined their competition.

His ocean-blue eyes wander around, the strangers were interesting enough to observe. Especially the woman next to him. She had a hard time staying awake. He couldn’t watch her the whole time.

What would she think of him?

He fixed his eyes on his phone. He saw that he missed four calls, so he called immediately. Something must be wrong, at home. When someone picked up he heard the sweetest voice talking to him. She always sounds like honey, “I’m sorry sugar the train is delayed. I know I promised—” he stopped talking.

Her soft hair tickles a bit on his smooth skin. His gaze fixed on her. She fell asleep on his shoulder. The small voice said, “be safe,” he forgot he talked to her.

“I will be,” he said.

The brown-haired man started to watch the woman. Her breathing is calm and small puffs of air leave her mouth. She even snores quietly. What if she got a cold, after standing outside so long, on a cold evening?

“Excuse me,” he touched her arm gently.

She opens her eyes and you can see the shock in them. Her pupils are blown big out of fear, probably. She raised her head. “I’m sorry— I—” she started to talk but he immediately stopped her.

He flashed her a gentle smile, “it’s okay, I need to go, my station, it's next.” The beautiful woman stood up and was embarrassed.

“Have a good night,” she told him.

“Thank you, you too.”

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The next couple of days he always wondered what if he asked her for her phone number. What was her name? Maybe he got a little crush, but that was over, after four days. He doesn’t have time for dating. He had his hands full with his job and his daughter needs a lot of attention too.

He heard the doorbell and saw behind the door the woman from the train. “Hello,” she whispers embarrassedly.

He couldn’t believe his eyes.

He opens the door wider, “please come in.” He took a deep breath, “so you must be my new babysitter?” He was surprised to see her again. You only get your chance once. If you don’t ask, you never know what would happen, what could have become of it? And sometimes you get a second chance and it stands on your threshold.

“I’m y/n, sir,” today her hair was curly and her cheeks were again red but this time not from the cold. This time it was out of embarrassment. She couldn’t stop playing with her rings.

His pink lips left a chuckle, “I think we can both agree that sir is not the right thing to call me after you slept on my shoulder,” she looked into his face. He teased her about it, “please call me Niall,” he had a big smile on his lips.

After the interview, he decided it was y/n new job to take care of his little one. He liked her the most and she’s the youngest that applied for this job so he knew she isn’t strict with his daughter. He wants her to like y/n, and see her as a friend.

Who knows how their story will continue?

[imagines-1directioner]

Shut up and fuck with me! - with Niall Horan

Situação: ex!namorado!xNiall Horan x Leitora

Contagem de palavras: 2059

Avisos: +18; linguagem sexual explícita

Sinopse: S/N e Niall acabam em uma situação extremamente chata após o término e tentam resolver da pior - ou melhor - maneira possível.

N/A: Não sei aí, mas por aqui o mundo caiu numa tempestade e me inspirou a escrever tal história caliente e com um toquinho de clichê. Espero que gostem e fico na espera do feedback de vocês 🔥

curte e reblogue o post para me ajudar 🫶

“Oi, amiga! Cadê você?” - antes mesmo de colocar o celular no ouvido, escuto a voz estridente da minha amiga e aniversariante do dia. Seu tom era irritado e preocupado eu diria. E eu não poderia retrucar o possível motivo do surto, pois com certeza era o meu atraso e como de costume não consegui sair no horário planejado.

- Já pedi o Uber, tá chegando!” - tento contornar a situação logo em seguida enquanto colocava minha mochilinha amarela com apenas o necessário para passar o dia fora, tomando sol e bebendo drinks com nomes chiques.

“Não está me enrolando, né?” - infelizmente eu era daquelas de dar o bolo em cima da hora. “Estamos só esperando você!” - enfatiza, repreendendo-me de certo modo.

- Claro que eu vou! Daqui uns vinte minutos chego aí.

“Pede para o motorista acelerar.” - de fato ela estava muito ansiosa para chegar no tal resort que reservou há meses para festejar seu dia.

- OK - dou uma leve risada. - O Uber chegou. Até daqui a pouco.” - recebi a notificação de que o carro estava na frente de casa e com a pressa que estava apenas conferi a placa e já fui entrando após fechar minha casa.

- Olá, bom di.. - minha fala trava quando olho para o retrovisor e vejo os olhos azuis que me perdia todas as vezes que encarava. - Niall?

- Não é possível que vai se fazer de sonsa.

- O quê? Sonsa? - não deu nem tempo de raciocinar a situação e ele havia mexido com a minha paciência.

- Por que a supresa? - cruza os braços e sua face debochada grita acompanhada da atitude. Em nenhum momento ele virou a cabeça e olhou para mim. Todo o diálogo visual acontecia pelo ângulo do retrovisor.

- Eu não vi que era você.

- Então você entra nos carros de desconhecidos numa boa? - que abusado! respiro fundo de olhos fechados para não surtar como deveria.

- Se eu não tivesse tão atrasada eu cancelaria agora.

- Fique à vontade. - dá de ombros.

- Eu estou atrasada se não escutou, ou não prestou atenção no que eu disse, como de costume. - desta vez é ele quem suspira e revira os olhos. - Pode acelerar, por favor? - como não era besta solto meu ar irônico, o rapaz liga a carro e inicia a corrida em silêncio que eu tinha esperança de durar até os vinte minutos da viagem, mas logo após virar para a avenida principal um trânsito quilométrico surge a frente e o tempo de chegada simplesmente dobra. - Puta merda.. - sussurro preocupada. - Pode dar a ré e virar na outra rua, indo por dentro?

- Não sei se notou, mas já tem uma fila atrás do carro. - só percebo a constatação quando viro meu pescoço e observo a roubada que me meti.

- Merda!

- Vai dizer que a culpa é minha por não ter saído antes?

- Eu disse alguma coisa, Niall? Que implicância chata! Fica na tua. - meu tom de voz muda e ele percebe a minha irritação ficando finalmente quieto. Aproveitando o silêncio envio um áudio para minha amiga dizendo que me atrasaria mais do que o esperado, com uma foto do engarrafamento.

- Aniversário da Doris?

- Sim. - tenta puxar assunto mas sigo bem grossa para ele entender o quão idiota é. - Quanto tempo está dando pelo GPS?

- Quarenta e cinco minutos.

- É, impossível eu chegar a tempo. - confesso derrotada. - Se puder na próxima saída dar a volta e retornar para minha casa, agradeço.

- Vocês pretendem ir aonde?

- Te interessa?

- Estou tentando ajudar, grossa! - suspiro fundo.

- Ela marcou de passar o dia no resort que inaugurou ano passado.

- Aquele na divisa da cidade?

- Sim.

- Acho que vale mais a pena ir direto do que ir até a casa dela.

- Bom, mas você já iniciou a corrida.

- Posso te levar lá.

- Jura? - um pontinho de esperança é expressada em minha voz e consequentemente nos meus olhos.

- Contando que você não brigue comigo durante o caminho. - cada alfinetada eu rolava os olhos. Sem perder tempo aviso i grupo do aniversário da minha amiga que encontraria eles lá e que poderiam ir sem mim. Niall pega a próxima saída, indo na direção contrária da qual estávamos. Ele muda o trajeto no aplicativo e o tempo diminui em quinze minutos. Bom, já era alguma coisa.

Felizmente o único som que ouvíamos era o do rádio, permanecendo assim por quase meia hora, até notar que Horan quis bancar o esperto, não seguir o GPS e rodar com o carros nas mesmas ruas por pelo menos cinco minutos.

- Você está perdido?

- Pensei que conhecia uma atalho.

- Segue o GPS.

- O sinal foi embora. - suspiro profundo, demonstrando minha negação.

- Ótimo.

- Você tem sinal? - sem desbloquear o celular vejo que estava fora de área.

- Não também, mas eu sei onde estamos. Vira na próxima esquerda. - digo confiante, afinal eu sabia em que local nos encontrávamos.

- Vamos retornar aonde estávamos. - simplesmente sou ignorada.

- Não vamos, eu sei o que estou falando.

- Mas..

- Custa você tentar? - o moreno respira fundo e vira na rua que mencionei.

- E agora?

- A direita e depois a esquerda de novo. - assim fez e de nada adiantou, saímos em uma ruazinha vazia. - Segue reto até sairmos na principal.

- A gente já saiu da cidade, S/N! - esbraveja sem paciência.

- Tá, então se vira! - retribuo na mesma entonação e cruzo os braços, irritada.

- É você quem está atrasada, querida. - mais uma vez o deboche dele me tira do sério.

- Para aqui, vou pedir informação.

- Pra quem? Estamos no meio do nada. - no instante em que ele conclui a frase a leve garoa que caía sobre o parabrisa, transforma-se em gotas espessas e um raio corta o céu que começa a acinzentar. - Agora que não saímos daqui tão cedo. - Niall acelera o carro a fim de fugir da tempestade mas de nada adianta. Um minuto depois uma chuvarada inicia, sendo impossível enxergar um palmo da mão a nossa frente.

- Meu Deus! Que maldição é essa! - bato minhas mãos nas coxas, completamente insatisfeita com tudo que estava acontecendo. O nível de stress era tanto que qualquer palavra proferida por Horan seria motivo suficiente para gritar.

- Vamos esperar a chuva passar e tentar encontrar alguém. - e dito e feito.

- Por que você é assim?

- Assim como? - ele encara-me pela primeira vez olhando nos meus olhos, já que o carro estava desligado.

- Controlador! - admito zangada. - Toma as decisões pelos outros.

- Quer sair nessa chuva a procura de ajuda no meio do nada que nem uma louca? Por mim tudo bem, ninguém está te impedindo.

- Eu não estou falando disso.

- E está falando do quê? - o tom de soberba soou alto.

- Esquece. - falo com o intuito de me acalmar e não começar uma briga, desviando o olhar para as janelas a procura de uma alma viva.

- Agora fale! Fica alfinetando e simplesmente não consegue sustentar o que diz.

- Eu não tenho porquê dar satisfações para você.

- Você está falando de mim, do que eu sou! - o rapaz ergue a voz. - Obviamente preciso que você sustente o que fala quando o assunto sou eu. Afinal você não consegue passar um segundo sem falar de mim. - e foi com esta frase que o estopim para uma discussão iniciou.

- É isso! Esse jeito de se achar o centro das atenções, de querer mandar em tudo, de controlar as coisas que nem estão no seu controle é completamente irritante!

- Eu ser o centro de tudo? - a ironia encrustada na fala e na atitude ao apontar para si mesmo e soltar um riso ridículo, fervendo meu sangue.

- Você sim! Eu não consigo parar de falar de você? Além de egocêntrico e extremamente prepotente.

- E repito, você não consegue! - seu dedo é direcionado para mim. - O fato de eu ter terminado com você ainda te afeta de uma maneira gigantesca.

- O quê? - ele só poderia ter falado errado. Eu apenas rezava para que aquela cena patética acabasse.

- Deu para sentir assim que entrou no carro.

- Você é ridículo! - sem pensar e inteiramente zangada saio no meio daquela tempestade andando contra o carro estacionado. Eu só queria me livrar dele mesmo escutando-o me chamar para voltar e dizendo o quão “louca” eu era.

- Vamos voltar, tá chovendo muito! - não percebo que Niall me alcança e segura meu pulso, impedindo-me de andar.

- Me larga!

- Está perigoso ficar aqui.

- Eu não ligo! - no segundo seguinte um trovão alto ecoa pelos ares e outros raios caem, como se Deus reafirmasse o que Niall disse, provando mais uma vez meu ponto de vista.

- Por favor, vamos voltar!

- Volte você! Eu não quero ficar do seu lado senão eu vou explodir!

- Para de graça, S/N.

- Você me irritou, Niall! Como todas as outras vezes você me tira do sério e quer me ver fora de mim porque você é baixo, mal educado e insuportável! Muitíssimo insuportável!

- Me desculpa! - grita, e eu arregalo os olhos, surpresa. - Sim, eu passo do ponto, sou chato, insuportável.. mas é porque você me deixa assim! - justifica o injustificável, contudo eu sabia que esse era o jeito dele ‘consertar’ as coisas. E por mais que eu odiasse, era algo fofo, que me pegava de certa forma. Magicamente a situação em si pareceu acontecer em uma antiga briga nossa, que só acabava quando nossas bocas ocupavam-se sem utilizar a fala para resolver. - Sou eu que ainda não absorvi a ideia que não somos mais um casal. E eu fico puto por isso! Tão puto que perco a noção e quero arranjar motivo para pelo menos fingir que não tenho tanta culpa em acabar o que a gente teve, porque eu sinto falta e … - na adrenalina do momento e em uma vontade incontrolável calei sua boca com a minha em um beijo sedento que começou rápido mas que foi desacelerando quando nossas línguas se reconheceram.

A chuva deixou o clima muito romântico e as borboletas no meu estômago voaram como não faziam a tempos. Minhas mãos adentraram ao fios encharcados de seu cabelo e as dele agarravam meu corpo, apertando pontos estratégicos que me arrepiavam.

A medida que nos beijávamos fomos caminhando de volta a direção do veículo, e quando menos reparo bati contra o carro. Niall abre a porta de trás e me puxa para dentro sem demora. Comigo em seu colo, retornamos ao beijo quente e sem ligarmos para o peso da roupa molhada. Na verdade esta foi uma prerrogativa plausível para retiramos toda e qualquer peça e enfim sentirmos o tão esperado e maravilhoso contato pele com pele. As partes íntimas roçando uma na outra, os gemidos crescendo, o tesão controlando toda a situação dava-me arrepios bons demais para ignorar qualquer sentimento.

No ápice do tesão peço por ele e sinto Niall dentro de mim, entrando com uma facilidade enorme que quando me dei conta cavalgava com força enquanto ele beijava e mordiscava meus seios, além das mãos apertarem meu corpo deliciosamente. Quando nossas bocas se encontravam em um final de gemido eu me sentia nas nuvem e gritava por mais daquela sensação quente, prazerosa e gostosa ao extremo. Aquela sensação que só ele me proporcionava até eu desabar em seus braços e sentir o gozo escorrer sobre as pernas.

- Que delícia.. - a frase soa mais como um suspiro de alivio do que a fala em si, e o sorriso naquela boca gostosa consegue mexer comigo. Infelizmente a transe acaba com o meu celular tocando. - Alô.. oi amiga. - por um segundo Niall retorna ao relaxamento e começa a trilhar um caminho de beijos desde meu pescoço até meu seio, enlouquecendo-me. - Pois é, tá uma chuva terrível aqui. Tanto é que me perdi. - Fecho os olhos e tento segurar os gemidos. Niall ria, adorando a provocação. - Ah.. sério? - afasto Horan de mim. -Tudo bem. Amanhã vou aí na sua casa te entregar o presente… Ok, te amo também.

- E aí? O que foi? - ele questiona.

- Aniversário cancelado. - respondo entre risadas ao sair do colo dele e procurar minha toalha na mochila para pelo menos me enxugar.

- Então podemos nos resolver na minha casa?

- Já não nos resolvemos? - pergunto com um sorriso safado.

- Não do meu jeito. - o moreno tenta me amolecer e eu nego sorrindo.

- Eu estou toda molhada e sem roupa, não dá.

- Se esse for o problema, ainda tem algumas peças no meu armário. - a confissão desperta uma certa chama em meu peito e um riso bobo escapa. - Eu te disse, não consegui aceitar que não estamos mais juntos.

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[nialls-golf-putt]

Lights in the Floors, and Sweat on the Walls

(4.5k) You see a mystery brunette at a work party nursing a whiskey, one drink turns to another, and nothing could've prepared you for the night. tw: mild dom/sub dynamics a/n: this is honestly concerningly vanilla to me but i really liked the idea of a kinda workplace romance (mighttttt be a series) so here y'all go

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The music was thumping loud enough to aggravate you further. You couldn't help but think that just because someone was signed to the label, didn’t mean they had to play their music at parties.

You felt your phone buzz and reached into your purse when a woman walked towards you, dressed completely inappropriately for a work party.

You sighed inwardly and plastered on a fake smile. It was probably the wife of one of yet another operations executive who thought schmoozing up to anyone who worked in management would get their husbands a promotion.

If that’s how people got higher up in this industry, wouldn’t everyone do it? Her nasal voice broke your train of thought.

“Hello, you must be Mrs. (Y/L/N). I’m Jan Harmon, you must know my husband, Gavin. He works in Budgeting. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Gavin has nothing but praise for you.” She spoke with the ease of someone who had practised this in her bedroom mirror a lot of times.

“It’s Ms. (Y/L/N),” You corrected coolly, “And no, I’m sorry, I don’t think I know him. I don’t work directly with a lot of people.” You smiled, faking regret, as she went away, simpering. You were thinking about just how Gavin Harmon could get that raise he was pandering for when your gaze caught on a man in a russet suit.

He was nursing a glass of what looked like whiskey in his hands as he stared around the room. You couldn't help but think that was weird. Sure, it was a casual event for everyone working for the label, and their plus-ones, but it wasn’t casual enough to be a whiskey kind of event.

What was even more weird to you, though, was the fact that he was standing alone at a party like this. You worked with people for a living, and the way he held himself made it clear that something was off.

You watched as he looked down, noticed his glass was empty, and went back to looking around the room. He was so intriguing.

You made your way to the bar and ordered two whiskeys, waiting on them when you noticed the man walking towards the bar. Just then, the barman slid the two tumblers towards you. The man had taken a stool just off to your right, and you slid the glass across the wooden countertop, praying it didn’t bump and splatter all over him

It didn’t. It stopped against his forearm, sloshing inside the glass a little but thankfully none came out. He had his head in his hands, thumbs massaging his temples. At the sudden touch, he looked up, confused. His eyes were a startlingly clear blue, you noticed vaguely. You nodded at him with a small smirk. He blinked a few times, clearly dazed, before giving you a weak smile as he took the glass into his hands.

You got up, your glass clutched in your hand as you quickly walked over to your assistant, Blakely, nodding, as you stood in front of her.

“What have you been up to?” She whispered to you, her eyes focused somewhere behind over your shoulder.

“Nothing, I’ve been dealing with people begging me for promotions all night.” You looked at her from the corner of your eye. “Why, Blake? Something wrong?” She narrowed her eyes at you. “You’re telling me you haven’t noticed that guy ogling you?” She whispered disbelievingly. 

“Huh? Who?” You asked, feigning confusion. She held you by your shoulders, pulling you so that you were standing beside her. “Him!” She whispered, tilting her chin slightly to the man from before. 

You watched wordlessly as he brought the glass to his lips and threw his head back, downing all of the liquor in one go. That must’ve burnt, you found yourself thinking. There was an air of melancholy that hung about him and you couldn't help but want to know more. Know what must’ve happened that had him drinking whiskey at a work party. Know him.

Blakely elbowed you, “Hello? Earth calling?” You pulled my eyes away from him, turning to face her. “What? Who is he?” You whispered back sharply, to which she raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know who one of the biggest popstars right now is?” she asked.

“I don’t have time to keep up with them, I couldn’t care less!” You burst out. “Jesus, woman!” She gasped exasperatedly, shaking her head.

You were about to reply to her when you saw another woman in a slinky dress coming your way and quickly threw back the whiskey. You were gonna need it, by the look of her.

“Ugh, another one. Gotta go, Blake. Talk soon.” You whispered to her as you plastered on a smile. 

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You were right about the whiskey. The rest of the night passed by in a daze, people coming randomly, wanting to chat. You kept catching sight of the man from before, here and there; sometimes absorbed in a conversation, mostly just nursing a glass by himself.

The party was coming to an end and you thought it would be appropriate to get drunk now, all the polished teeth and botoxed cheeks had made your head throb.

You had just sat down on the stool, looking to check if Blakely was around, when a glass slid across the countertop and bumped into my forearm. You looked up, surprised, and saw the man from before looking at you intently.

You raised an eyebrow questioningly at him, lips quirking up slightly and he stood up and walked over, taking the stool beside yours. His fingers were still wrapped around a crystal glass.

He cleared his throat before looking at you. “Thanks for the drink earlier, it hasn’t been the best day, if you were wonderin’. Let me return the favour. Pay you back, if you will.”

He slurred his s’ ever so slightly as he spoke, and you couldn’t quite place his accent. His voice sounded smooth despite the drinks, so you figured he wasn’t an executive; he must be an artist signed to the label.

“It’s a party, hon?” You replied sarcastically. This was all a bit ridiculous.

He shot you a dazzling smile, “Not the way I intended to return the favour, darlin’” he said suggestively with a small wink.

His accent made everything that came out of his mouth salacious, you thought in a fugue. You would be lying if you said the way he spoke didn’t make you clench your thighs together, his tone making obvious what words didn't.

Your eyebrows went up in surprise as you considered his offer. You didn’t have much to do tomorrow, just one meeting, and it was quite late. And he looked like he would be a good time.

You shifted on your stool, turning towards him slightly so that your knee brushed his thigh. He inhaled sharply, his teeth sinking into his lower lip for a split second. His fingers tightened around the glass. They were long, the pads looked rough, you noticed, your mind jumping to scenarios that were definitely not appropriate for a work party either. He caught your eye, staring intensely and you gave him a small smirk, dropping your eyes to his lips. 

He pushed his glass away as he stood up, eyes still fixed on you.

You took a few seconds to throw back the whiskey he’d gotten. Wouldn’t wanna let it go to waste, you thought. And as you stood up, you saw a look of worry fleet over his face.

You realised he must’ve thought you were going to reject his offer for a split second and had to suppress a laugh at that.

He waited until you were a step ahead of him and put his hand on the small of you back. “This okay?” he whispered, hot breath fanning across the back of your neck. You nodded, “Better than okay,”

He smirked slightly, and a small dimple popped out on his left cheek

“You’re too forward for someone whose name I don’t even know,” You said, as the two of you headed toward the door.

“You don’t know who I am, darlin'?” he asked, disbelief apparent in his voice.

“Nope,” You shrugged with a little laugh, popping the p. “But I want to,” You said as you turned a little to catch his eyes. You put your palm on his chest to motion for him to stop, and he obliged, a slight frown of confusion creasing his brow.

You leaned in on my tiptoes; he had a few inches on you despite your heels. “I want to know what I’ll be screaming tonight,” You said with a smirk, noticing his eyes darken, the clear blue turning stormy.

“ ‘M Name’s Niall, princess.” he murmured

You turned as you took his hand, placing it on your waist, and resumed walking. “Well, Niall - My hotel or yours?” You whispered, turning to him slightly.

“Mine,” He replied, a small rasp in his voice already at your forwardness. “It’s just two blocks down. I messaged my driver, he’ll be here soon.”

You nodded at him, not trusting yourself to say anything. There was something about his voice that made you doubt my ability to think straight.

We stepped out, crisp autumn air feeling cool against your skin.

You hadn't even realised how your skin had been prickling until now.

You watched Niall out of the corner of your eye, as you stood there silently, air thick with tension. “I never caught your name,” he asked shortly.

“(Y/N),” You replied with a small smile. He shot me a quick smile back, but his was loaded with all his intentions for the night. He repeated your name slowly, syllables rolling off his tongue, slightly broadened by his accent. "It's pretty. But I think I like 'princess' better" He smirked and I felt like my collar was suddenly too tight.

His eyes weren’t on you anymore, as he pointedly looked around for his car. It was almost like he didn’t trust himself to look at you and not do anything he’d regret later. You couldn’t help but smirk at the thought.

He suddenly said, “He’s here,” before taking your waist again to lead your to his car. You reached out to open the door, but he stopped you, reaching out himself “Least I can do, and I don’t mean it chauvinistically.” He said with a small smile.

You couldn’t help but smile back as you slid in, waiting as Niall followed suit. He nodded to the driver and the screen came up, separating him from us, granting us some privacy.

He sat close, his thigh not quite touching mine, but close enough so that you could feel the warmth radiating off him. He smelt like spices and sandalwood, you noticed, taking a deep breath before shifting slightly to the left, so that your thigh was flush against his.

Niall turned to look at you, “Too bad you’re wearin’ pants,” he whispered mischievously “Or I could’ve had you screamin’ my name right here.”

“Someone’s cocky,” You smirked at him, trying to ignore how you felt a rush of warmth between your thighs.

“Oh, I have plenty of reasons to be, love,” he said, even cockier this time.

It would’ve gotten on your nerves had his hand not suddenly landed on your thigh. His thumb traced patterns mindlessly over the fabric, going slightly higher each time, eyes watching your face for your reaction.

You didn’t want to give in too easily but you couldn’t help but squirm a little, trying to get him where you’d rather have him. He tutted lightly, “That won’t do, pet. Patience.” He smugly drew his hand away, smirking.

It was just two blocks, why was it taking so much time? The lights were dimmed through the tinted windows, but we were stuck in a spot of traffic.

You decided not to worry about it, hand reaching out to the now-obvious bulge in his pants. You laid my palm over it, one finger tracing the outline of the head of his cock.

Niall mumbled a little, “Feisty, aren’t ya?” from between his teeth. You chuckled, squeezed lightly, watching his breathing speed up. The way he threw his head back and closed his eyes made your breath hitch in your throat.

He bucked up into your hand a little, craving more friction, letting out some of the most delicious sounds you'd ever heard. You quickly drew your hand back, tutting, “That won’t do, pet. Patience.” You smirked at him.

“God,” he moaned, teeth gritted together. “The things I’m gonna do to you,”

You felt blood rush down my body, wetness pooling between your legs. You flushed as he caught your eye, the blue now almost completely black.

You bit my lip and his eyes flicked down and back up again. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice rough.

Without even having to think, you turned to him, thankful you weren’t wearing a dress. You hooked your right leg over his thigh, climbing onto him until you was fully straddling him. He whispered a sharp “Fuck,” as you pressed down into him. He was fully hard under you and you didn’t even realize how badly you had been craving the friction until you felt him. 

You leaned in slowly, enjoying how he seemed entranced under you. You pressed my lips to Niall’s, gently at first. But he wasn’t having any of that. His stubble felt rough against your face as he put his hands on your hips, fingers digging in as he increased the pace of the kiss. He ran his hands up and down your sides, then one of his hands slid backward to grasp at your ass. Niall squeezed tightly, blunt fingernails pressing in.

You moaned into the kiss and he took the opportunity to deepen it. He tasted like the whisky he’d been having and something sweeter you couldn’t put my finger on. You pressed down harder, clit throbbing for some friction.

You threaded your fingers into his hair and tugged, grinding harder, fully clothed. Niall moaned, louder this time, pulling away from the kiss. You were both panting and hadn’t even noticed that the car had stopped. You licked your lips, eyes still on his face.

“Room. Now.” He said shortly.

You clambered off him as he opened the door and stepped outside. He quickly reached down to rearrange himself and your eyes followed the action. His pants which seemed tailored and well-fit earlier looked uncomfortably tight now.

You blushed, running my fingers through my hair to try and get it to look like you hadn’t been making out in the back of his car. Your legs felt a bit shaky and you gave Niall a small smile as his hand retook its position on your back.

He gently guided you up the stairs, nodding at the man sitting behind the reception desk. The elevator was on the ground floor and he ushered you in hurriedly, but a middle-aged man with a briefcase followed you in.

Niall reached out to press the button for his floor and you found yourself staring at his fingers again. This time he noticed and smirked at you, his dimple popping out again. You flushed but didn’t look away. He raised an eyebrow, smirk widening and you squirmed a little under his gaze, but still didn’t look away.

The lift stopped and Niall nodded towards the door. You quickly walked out, feeling a little light-headed. The hallway was empty and Niall stopped a few doors down from the lift, hand inside his suit jacket.

You waited, biting your lip as you watched on, feeling a bit impatient. His fingers dipping in and out of his pockets had no right looking that sinuous and you blushed again, deeper this time. He finally found the card and quickly tapped it against the door. He took a step in and held the door open.

The second you stepped inside, Niall took you by the waist and pushed you up against the wall, pinning you with his knee between your thighs. A small moan escaped your lips and he smirked as he pushed the door close.

You linked your hands behind his neck, pulling him closer as you kissed him, sloppier this time. You could feel his erection against your hip and you moved around a little, both looking for some friction against his knee and to tease him. He gasped into the kiss, one hand reaching down to rest on your ass. 

His other hand took up position beside the first and he gave your ass a firm squeeze as he pulled away from the kiss. “Jump, baby.” He murmured against my neck as he lifted me, pinning me against the wall.

The new position made sure your core was pressed against his cock and you took the opportunity to grind into him. Niall began kissing sloppily down your jawline, sucking at intervals, teeth scraping the sensitive skin.

You dug my nails into his jacket-clad back, your head thrown back against the wall. He kept kissing you, messier each time. He pressed his tongue against the column of your throat and licked a broad stripe, relishing the feeling of you shivering against him.

“Niall,” You moaned out, clawing at his clothes. “Off.”

He pulled back and let you down, smiling. “I give the instructions around here, babe.”

Nonetheless, he pulled off the russet jacket, discarding it to the floor. “Strip for me, darlin’” he instructed with a nod as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Are you sure you’re not too drunk to do this?” You asked hesitantly, he’d had a few throughout the night.

“Not too drunk to want you,” he said smoothly, eyes roaming hungrily over your body.

You felt yourself clench around nothing as you pulled off your jacket and threw it to the floor. Your fingers were just reaching for the buttons on your shirt as he stepped closer, shirtless now, and put his hands over yours, hungrily opening all the buttons, dropping them on the floor in a smooth motion. 

Niall closed the distance, hands reaching behind your back as his lips hungrily lapped at your collarbones. He unhooked your bra and threw it down with a practised ease.

He walked backwards, hands running over your back, brushing over the hem of your pants. He gave them an impatient tug. “Off,” he murmured against your skin, then sat back on the bed, watching you.

You pulled back and unbuttoned them hurriedly, flushing at the undisguised lust in his eyes.

As you made to pull down your underwear, he put his hand over yours and shook his head slightly. He motioned towards the bed. “All the way up, back against the headboard, princess.”

You climbed up, not sure why you were obeying his every command but forgot all about that when he came closer, sitting in front of you. He tapped your knee lightly and you opened your thighs wide instinctively.

He smirked at the spot on your panties. “Mm, knew you were a good girl,” he said, before quickly closing the distance and attaching his lips to yours, one hand working on one of your breasts.

Niall worked his way down again, licking and sucking marks against your chest, flattening his tongue against one nipple, swirling around it as he squeezed the other. He bit down gently and you tangled my fingers in his hair, head thrown back against the cushioned headboard.

“Niall, please… more,” You panted out.

“Patience, darlin’,” he said, lifting his head to meet your eyes. 

He began kissing down, past your stomach as one hand continued to palm your breast, twisting your nipple until it pebbled under his touch.

His other hand gripped your hip, nails digging crescents into your skin. “Help me out, princess,” He murmured against your skin before drawing back as he pulled off your underwear. You flinched a little at the sensation of the cold air against your skin.

He was still wearing his pants and you were naked in front of him. Not fair, you thought. “Niall… off, please…” You almost begged.

Niall smirked, “You just had to ask, babe.”

He climbed down and pulled his pants off. His cock was tenting his boxers so much, to the point it looked uncomfortable. He pulled them off in one motion, length springing up to hit his stomach. He was thick and slightly curved and you bit your lip, staring intently at him, imagining how he would feel… taste…

“Bit rude to stare, love,” Niall said cockily, but being naked and spread open for him, you couldn’t even be mad at him. All you needed was him, on you, touching you, right now.

You had no time to say anything before his mouth was hovering over your core, not quite touching me yet, but I could feel his hot breath on me.

"You've got such a pretty cunt, princess. " He murmured roughly looking up at you, making eye contact before he stuck out his tongue and licked a broad stripe upwards.

You shuddered at the sudden contact, sensitive after all the teasing. He hummed against you, vibrations feeling blissful as he latched on to your clit, sucking hard, alternating with light nibbles. "Taste just as pretty as you look" He mumbled, lips brushing against your skin, stubble rubbing against your thighs deliciously.

You tugged at his hair, pushing his head down, barely aware of what you were doing. His eyes were still on yours as he continued eating you out with fervour, making sure to pointedly miss your entrance with each stroke and you felt like you could combust from all the attention as you whined.

"Such an impatient little princess" He tutted as he let go and started circling his tongue around your entrance. Niall’s nose was pressed against you as he stuck his tongue in, lapping at your inner walls like a parched man. You arched your back, a groan pouring out of you.

"You're so responsive for me, pet. Such a good girl." He murmured as he pulled away, before using a finger to collect your juices. Eyes still riveted on your face, he slowly pushed a finger in, up to his knuckle.

“Niall, more…” You whimpered. He bit his lip before smiling at you deviously. "Such a greedy little cunt." He murmured as he pushed in another finger, pumping slowly. He curled his fingers, reaching for the perfect spot, eyes searching your face for a reaction. "So fuckin' tight, aren't ya, princess?"

You screamed his name when he found it, toes tingling, eyes rolling back and he quickly latched onto your clit, continuing to pump his fingers and curling them expertly.

“I’m- Fuck- I’m close,” You panted out. Niall hummed against you as he pushed in a third finger. He curled them, pressing hard as he sucked at your clit.

“I’m- Niall I’m gonna-” You barely got the words out before cumming against his mouth, shivers running from your toes to your fingers, head lax against the headboard. You felt light-headed as he slowly pumped his fingers, drawing out your orgasm. watching your face with an easy, satisfied smile. 

Niall climbed up beside you, pressing his lips to yours. You could taste the familiar tang of your arousal on him and you moaned into the kiss. Still a little light-headed, you reached out, grasping the base of his cock.

He gasped and pulled away from the kiss, his head falling back onto his shoulders as you squeezed lightly. You let go to gather the precum gathered around his slit and spread it over the swollen head. You were about to lean forward as you drew my fist down, but he stopped you.

“Princess,” Niall panted out, “I won't last, some other time-” He broke off, inhaling sharply as you let go.

Cocky of him to assume that there would be another time, you couldn't help but think, but he gave a look that made your knees weak and you were grateful you weren’t standing. He leaned forward, lips pressed to the base of your neck, sucking a mark there.

“Down, pet.” he hummed against your skin. You laid back down as you watched him, teeth pressing into your lower lip. He rustled around in his bedside table, pulling out a foil package.

Niall ripped the package open with his teeth, rolling it on with his eyes still fixed on you. He gave himself a few quick pumps as he climbed onto the bed. “Spread for me, princess,” he said as he positioned himself over you.

You obeyed, whimpering a little as you felt his blunt head at your entrance. “Oh fuck, Niall- “ You moaned out as he pushed in, inch by delicious inch. 

He stretched you out deliciously, pressing chaste kisses to your jawline until he bottomed out completely. “So fucking tight,” he grunted, catching his breath, before crashing his mouth into yours hungrily as he started thrusting, slow and deep.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, arching your back so that he could hit the perfect spot, feeling yourself clasp harder around him already. 

Niall angled up, thrusting sharply and you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his back, hoping you didn’t break skin. He pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, filthy sounds escaping him. You felt the knot in your belly tighten just looking at the expression of bliss on his face in the dim lights. “Niall,” You breathed out, “I’m- fuck- close,”

His lips formed a cocky smirk, before leaning down to press his lips to your throat. “Won’t last, either,” he mumbled against your skin, “Come for me, princess,”

The rumble of his voice sent you over the edge, moaning incoherently as you came undone, nails scratching down his back, him shouting out a second later, teeth sinking into your skin as you felt him pulse inside of you.

Niall leaned onto his elbows, catching his breath, locking you in under him with his hands on either side of your chest. A few moments later he rolled off, pulling out with a hiss as he quickly tied up the condom and threw it into the bin beside the bed.

He turned back towards you, pulling the blankets up, throwing his arm over your waist and while you hadn't been planning on affection the feeling of him nuzzling into your hair, whispering a silent goodnight was enough to make your heart skip a beat.

You were too tired to protest, and it wasn’t exactly a bad feeling. All your thoughts of leaving went out the window as you mumbled back a muffled reply, drowsily nestling back into him, his warmth lulling you to sleep.

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[harrywavycurly]

There’s No Rush: Pinky

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CW: Language, mentions of drinking, mentions of anxiety and reader is very shy.

A/N: I made the decision to make this into an AU of sorts, where Niall is still an artist he just isn’t super famous and Harry works in the music industry but as a songwriter. I hope y’all enjoy this series it’s going to be fun!🎶

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Summary: You run into Harry while preparing to give a speech at your bestfriend’s wedding and he introduces you to his Irish friend Niall🎶💕

As you scan the reception space you begin to regret agreeing to being in the bridal party. The amount of people sat at the long tables being washed in a warm light coming from the thousands of tiny fairy lights wrapped around the tree branches above is enough to have you breaking into a light sweat at the idea of having to give a speech in front of them. But of course you’ll still do it, Ginger being one of your oldest and dearest friends you’ll do just about anything for her but that doesn’t mean you won’t freak out about it first.

That’s how you end up at the bar mindlessly stirring your drink as you mentally go over the speech you’re due to give as soon as Ginger and Allen take their seats at the small table in the front. You close your eyes and let out a deep breath before you open them and raise your glass up so you can take a sip of your drink through the straw. Suddenly a loud laugh filters its way to your ears making you become aware that while you were consumed with trying to calm down your nerves two men have made their way to the bar. You watch as one of them with short curly brown hair, who you swear seems extremely familiar downs what looks to be a shot of some sort of clear liquor while the one with short brown hair laughs at his friend’s reaction to finishing the shot.

“I don’t know how you convince me to do things like that.” The man with curly hair says revealing his British accent that makes your shoulders drop in relief as you recognize who the voice belongs to, Harry Styles. He’s been a close friend of Ginger’s since she met him in a music theory class back in college, but you didn’t meet him until a few months later and since then he’s somehow wormed his way into your life and has become a very good friend of yours as well. It comes as no surprise that the first time you see him tonight is at the bar, he’s always been quite the party animal.

“Oh right like you needed a whole lot of convincing. Yer arse is the one who dragged me to the-”

“Is that Pinky I spy over there?” You’re too lost in the deep Irish accent coming from the short haired man that you don’t even notice that Harry has taken a step towards you with a playful smirk on his face while the man he’s with steps up to the bar and orders a drink.

“Fuck off Harry you know she hates that nickname.” Allen’s stern voice knocks you out of your trance, bringing you back to reality as you look at Harry who offers you a dimpled grin. You feel a hand on top of your shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze, you know Allen has always seen you as a little sister so he doesn’t hesitate to try to put an end to things he knows make you upset, such as the nickname Harry has been calling you since you met him nearly six years ago at a college party Ginger dragged you to.

“Oh come on we all know she doesn’t mind it.” Allen sends Harry a glare from his spot behind you. “Besides I personally adore how pink your cheeks are all the time.” Harry explains as he takes two small steps so he’s standing right in front of you, blocking your view of his Irish friend, you feel your face get hot as Harry shoots you a wink. “Come on Pinky get in here.” His voice is soft and sweet as he opens his arms up for a hug and against your better judgment you put your drink down and allow him to wrap his arms around your shoulders and pull you into a tight embrace.

“It’s nice to see you Harry.” Your voice gets lost in the fabric of his dress shirt as he begins to gently rock you back and forth while his hands rub up and down your back. You wonder for a moment if he can tell your nerves are through the roof and that’s why he’s doing these little things to calm you down or if he’s just a bit more handsy and clingy due to the shot he just took. But either way you find yourself melting into his embrace, something that always tends to happen with him as if he just knows exactly what to do to get you to relax.

“How’ve you been love?” He asks as he pulls away just enough so he can get a good look at your face making you instantly look down at the cross pendant that hits him right in the middle of his chest, not fully ready to look him in the eyes just yet.

“Uhm I’ve been go-good. Yeah I’ve been-been good.” You stumble through your answer making Harry nod while a small chuckle makes it way through him.

“What’s going on? What’s got you all wound up?” His voice is hushed so only you can hear him as his hands run up and down your arms. You let out a sigh as you slowly lift your head so you can look him in his emerald colored eyes making a smile stretch across his face once your eyes find his.

“Sorry I’m just a little nervous about my-my speech.”

“Oh that reminds me-” You turn to look at Allen over your shoulder as Harry drops his hands from your arms but doesn’t move from his place in front of you. “Ginger said you’re due up there in like ten minutes.” You know he can see the panic take over your face little by little as the words leave his mouth. “Don’t stress it okay? You’ll do great.” Is all he has time to offer you in terms of reassurance before he turns and grabs his drink from the bartender and heads towards his table.

“I don’t think he likes me very much.” Harry mumbles and before you can reply you’re suddenly being pulled into his side by the arm he somehow managed to drape over your shoulder without you even noticing. “Don’t worry about your speech Pinky you’re gonna smash it and besides half these people are drunk anyway so they won’t even-”

“Jesus H is this s’posed to be a pep talk?” You feel Harry’s arm drop down to around your middle as he turns the two of you towards the man with the Irish accent.

“No it’s better than a pep talk. It’s the truth.” Harry says with a playful wink sent your way when he glances down at you before looking back over to his friend. “Oh where are my manners? Pinky this is Niall Horan. Niall this is Pinky she’s the one who I told you used to crack into the campus records and change my D’s into B’s.”

“That’s-that’s not true I ne-never did that.” You shake your head and fumble with your words as Niall looks from Harry down to you with a warm smile that you would return if you could manage to look at him but instead you just decide to look down at his shoes as your whole face feels like it’s on fire as soon as you feel his eyes on you.

“She’s just being modest.” Harry gives your side a soft pinch, something he knows will get a little giggle out of you. “She’s a wiz on the computer that’s why she works in a dark little corner office for some cyber security company and gets paid to try to hack into things to find holes in their security systems.” You want to crawl into a hole as Harry tries to make your job sound way cooler than it is when in reality you’re just an accomplished computer nerd who gets to spend her days in peaceful solitude while typing away at the keyboard and staring at her monitors.

“Really? That’s so cool.” Niall’s voice doesn’t hold an ounce of sarcasm instead it’s full of awe as if he’s actually really impressed by your job, and you’d be able to really tell how impressed he is if only you’d dare to look up at his face but you’re not ready yet.

“Oh thanks but it’s actually not that cool.” You say in one long breath as you begin to mess with the ring on your index finger, trying your hardest not to let your awkwardness ruin the mood. Moments like this make you wish you were more outgoing and not so anxious and shy when it comes to meeting new people, but you can’t help it sometimes especially when your mind is elsewhere instead of trying to focus on forming complete sentences in front of an Irish dude named Niall Horan.

“Looks like you’re being summoned.” Niall’s words have you finally looking up from his feet and that’s when you get a real glimpse of his face. You feel your mouth go dry when you notice just how handsome he is and his eyes, you don’t think you’ve ever seen eyes so blue before.

“Pinky? You still in there or did you leave us?” You blink a few times as Harry waves his ring clad hand in front of your face.

“What? Sorry did-did you say something?” You stutter as Niall tries to hide the smile that wants to take over his face at the fact he caught you staring at him by bringing his drink up to his lips to take a sip. Harry laughs and shakes his head as he turns you around so he can lead you towards the front of the tables where you’re meant to stand to give your speech.

“Take a few deep breaths okay? I really meant it when I said you’ll be fine. This room is full of people who either don’t know you that well so they won’t really be listening or people who absolutely love you so you’re gonna kill it.” His hand is on your lower back as he maneuvers you around people that are heading off to their assigned seats at one of the many tables.

“Thanks Harry.” You whisper as the two of you finally make it to the little set up for the entertainment that’s set to go on after the speeches and toasts. It’s nothing more than a wooden stool and a microphone with two guitar stands and a piano all being lit up by warm fairy lights that are wrapped around some fake trees that blend in with the rest of the decor of the reception.

“I’ll be right over there.” He points towards the bar making you nod as you swallow down the nerves that are beginning to creep back up. “So if you feel like you’re about to panic just look at me okay? It’s the oldest trick in the book. Just pick something to stare at in the back of the room and you’ll be fine.” He grabs your hands as you stand next to the microphone, making sure he has your full attention as he bends his knees a bit so he’s eye level with you. “Deep breath Pinky come on.” You follow his instructions and take in a deep breath and let it out slowly through your nose making him smile as he gives your hands a nice squeeze.

“I think-think I’m good now.” You say with a smile making Harry grin as he stands up and lets go of your hands. “Just please don’t tell me if it sucks.” Harry laughs as he leans over and places a quick kiss to your cheek before he turns to head towards the bar.

“So you and uh Pinky seem close?” Niall doesn’t want to come across as suspicious but he can’t help it with the way he saw Harry treat you, he knows his friend is a very touchy feely person but he hasn’t ever known him to act like that with people he isn’t at least sort of interested in.

“I’ve known her for years.” Harry answers with a shrug all while never taking his eyes off the stage area as he leans back against the bar, Niall copies his movements after placing his half empty glass down on the bar top. “I don’t see her as often as I used to when we were in college because she doesn’t really get out much.” He adds as he runs a hand through his hair while Niall turns his focus towards the stage just in time to see you mess with the microphone stand trying to adjust its height.

“She seems-”

“Shy? Anxious? Awkwardly adorable?”

“Honestly? All three.” That answer makes Harry look over at Niall who is staring at you with a soft expression on his face making a smile tug at the corner of Harry’s mouth because he can tell Niall is at the very least intrigued by you.

“She doesn’t like large crowds or meeting new people. That’s especially tricky for her. When I met her at a party back in college it was because I accidentally bumped into her and when I went to apologize I swear her whole body turned pink she was so embarrassed as if it was her fault I ran into her.” Harry laughs at the memory of meeting you back in his wild party days when he had long hair and walked around with an attitude that made it seem like he didn’t have a care in the world, you’d argue that the only thing that’s changed about him is his hair is shorter now.

“And you managed to get her to want to be friends with you?” Niall questions with a quirked brow as he turns his attention away from you and over to Harry who shoots him a glare.

“I didn’t really give her a choice. She made me nervous to leave her alone after that because she just didn’t seem comfortable and I was worried someone would be an asshole about it so yeah I just forced my friendship on her and eventually she gave in.” It all starts to click in Niall’s mind as Harry divulges more details about his friendship with you. You’re someone he feels protective of and that seems to be a common thing among your friends, they all want to make sure you feel comfortable and safe.

“Uhm hello how is everyone?” Niall and Harry both turn their attention towards the stage as your voice hits their ears, amplified by the microphone you have a death grip on. “Incase you don’t know me I’m the maid of honor.” Niall smiles as you introduce yourself and he finally gets to hear what your actual name is.

Harry watches you like a proud older brother as you start in on your speech, his eyes are glued to you as he watches you look around the tables at all the people sitting and staring at you. Only when he sees your cheeks get flushed does he being to slightly panic that you’re about to have a moment where your nerves get the best of you making you stutter and stumble over your words. But to his surprise you seem to have taken his advice, he watches as your eyes shift over towards the back where he’s stood leaning against the bar but it’s not his eyes you’re staring into it’s the sapphire blue ones that belong to his friend that’s standing right next to him.

Everything happens in what feels like a blur and suddenly people are clapping and the best man is walking up towards you so he can begin his speech. Offering you a warm smile and a quick hug before he takes the microphone from you, whispering his praises for the kind words you spoke about Ginger and the happy couple in your ear making you blush. You give a few small waves to your friends and blow a kiss to Ginger and Allen as you pass them on your way to the bar so you can get something to wash your nerves down with.

“That was a lovely speech Pinky you did so good.” Harry’s voice is full of pride as he approaches you with open arms right before you reach the bar. “I’m so proud of you.” You smile as your arms wrap around his middle while his go around your shoulders pulling you into a warm hug.

“It didn’t suck?” You ask quietly making Harry laugh as he gives you a squeeze.

“It was perfect.” He answers as you pull away and look up at him. He leans down so his lips are close to your ear. “Niall was quite impressed as well. Couldn’t take his eyes off you the whole time.” He whispers making your heart feel as if it could burst out of the chest with how fast it’s beating.

“Oh uh really? I didn’t-didn’t notice.” Harry just laughs as your face gets warm and you stumble a bit trying to get your words out in a rush.

“Is that so?” You know he’s teasing you as the two of you pull away but Harry keeps a hand on your arm. “You didn’t notice he was staring at you while you were also staring right at him?” You feel your eyes go a bit wide at Harry’s question, you didn’t even realize you had been staring at Niall until a little towards the end of your speech when you looked away from him and towards Ginger and Allen. “Don’t worry I’m not jealous or anything.” He jokes as he gives your arm a squeeze before leaning in and placing another kiss to your cheek.

“Keep a seat open for me okay? I don’t want to be stuck at the losers table.” You roll your eyes as he drops his hand from your arm and steps around you towards the stage area where the best man is still giving his speech.

“My table is for the bridal party Harry you can’t sit with me.”

“I know the bride and I know how to party so that sounds like the exact table I should be at.” You laugh and shake your head at his response, not bothering to argue with him because you know he will just work his charm on an unsuspecting bridesmaid and end up sitting at the table anyway. With a final wink and grin sent your direction Harry is off leaving you able to finish the short walk to the bar so you can order a drink.

“Sparkling water with lots of lemon please.” The bartender just smiles and nods before working on your very uncomplicated drink order.

“Aren’t you missin somethin with that order?” Niall feels a twinge of guilt hit him when he sees you jump at the sound of his voice. “Sorry didn’t meant t’scare you.” He quickly apologizes as he takes a small step towards you just as you get your drink handed to you.

“Oh you-uhm uh did-didn’t scare me.” You want to curl up in a ball at how dumb you sound trying to get an extremely simple sentence out but you just blame it on the post speech jitters and try to move on. “And uhm I don’t really drink but I like-like the bubbles and it looks like a cocktail so no one notices.” Niall nods along as you explain your drink choice to him, feeling a small bubble of pride grow in his chest at the fact you’re sharing a personal little fact with him.

“That’s brilliant.” He can’t help but smile as he leans his hip against the bar so he is now fully facing you, he doesn’t mind that you haven’t looked at him yet he knows you’re shy and honestly he is enjoying the freedom of being able to look at you without the worry of being caught. “Your speech was great.” He catches the way your cheeks get red and a smile takes over your face as his words hit your ears.

“Thank you Niall.” The way your voice sounds when it says his name makes Niall wants to hear you say it over and over again because it makes his heart flutter a bit in his chest. “So are you uh here with Harry?” You finally find the courage to turn your head to look at him, or at least down at his hand that is wrapped around a glass of brown liquid with two ice cubes that he has resting on the bar.

“M’actually the entertainment for tonight’s festivities Harry got me the gig so he’s gonna be my guitarist for a few songs he helped me write.” Niall takes a moment to let his eyes roam over your figure as you continue to just look at his hand that is now gripping the glass with a little more force than he was a moment ago.

“Oh I uhm didn’t know Harry played guitar.” Your words snap Niall out of his only slightly inappropriate thoughts as his eyes find yours. If he didn’t have such good control of himself he would’ve been startled by you suddenly deciding to look him in the eyes but instead he just stares right back at you, matching your intensity.

“Ah well then yer in for a treat tonight. He’s actually pretty decent at it.”

“And you-uhm you-”

“Sing? Yeah I sing and play the piano as well as the guitar.” He finishes your question for you making you give him a soft smile as a silent thank you because it lets you know he can tell you’re a little flustered but he isn’t making a big thing out of it like some people tend to do.

“I’ve always wanted to learn the piano.” You tell him as you look away, needing a moment to regather your thoughts and get your heartbeat under control.

“I could teach you.” Niall tosses the offer out there in hopes it’ll give him an excuse to get your number but when you look like a dear that’s been caught in a set of headlights he regrets how casual he made it sound because surely you’re probably assuming that’s a line he uses all the time but it’s not. Niall honestly hates teaching people how to play instruments especially since the last person he taught how to play something was Harry when he begged him to teach him the guitar, but for you he’d make an exception because he just wants to spend more time with you.

“I uh don’t-”

“We have a situation.” You feel a hand on your shoulder taking your attention away from Niall and over towards Heather, a bridesmaid and Allen’s younger sister.

“Oh okay what’s wrong?” You try not to panic while a few dozen scenarios begin to play out in your mind of what the situation could be as you turn so your back is facing the bar.

“Harry is trying to add a seat-”

“I’ll get him.” Niall’s voice makes both you and Heather turn to look at him, he downs the rest of his drink setting the empty glass on the bar before he heads off towards the curly haired man causing havoc at the bridal party table.

“Who is that?”

“Niall Horan.”

“He’s cute.”

“Oh I uh yeah if you’re in-into that kinda look.”

“And Irish.”

“Is he? I didn’t-uhm didn’t notice.”

“Right.” She drags out the word while giving you a knowing look as your eyes land on Niall as he grabs Harry by the shoulders and begins leading him off towards the stage set up.

“Harry you’re gonna get us kicked out of your own friend’s wedding for Christ sake get it together.” Niall whispers harshly in Harry’s ear as his grip on his shoulders tightens.

“Oh relax I was just checking if any of the bridesmaids needed anything.” Harry says with a laugh like him trying to squeeze himself in at the table wasn’t that big of a deal, he shrugs himself loose of Niall’s grip and sends him a playful smirk. “Besides you’re the one who would get us kicked out with how much of a poor mess you’re making Pinky over there.” Niall stops in his tracks the moment Harry mentions you, not following Harry up onto the stage.

“What do you mean? I’ve been nothin but polite to her.” Harry grabs his guitar that’s set up on stage and turns to face Niall who looks like he’s about to have a mini panic attack making Harry laugh.

“She hasn’t been this much of a blushing and fumbling mess since-well since I met her.”

“I think it’s cute the uh way she blushes all the time and messes up her words a bit.”

“Yeah well the way you’ve got her acting like a shy little schoolgirl surely won’t go unnoticed by Allen and Ginger.” Harry explains as he begins to mess with his guitar making sure it’s good to go for the first two songs Niall has set for the evening. “Those two are like her personal security but don’t worry Ginger is a sweetheart but Allen he-he can be a real wanker when he wants to be.” Niall runs a hand through his hair as he steps up onto the stage and grabs his own guitar.

“So if I win over the bride you think I could maybe get her number? Or you think she’d freak out if I asked her for it? M’not trying to push her over the edge or anything.” Niall looks at Harry as he adjusts the strap of his guitar he has over his shoulder. Harry takes a moment to think before he gives Niall a grin and reaches for his phone in the front pocket of his slacks.

“Oh what the hell you’re a nice guy.” Niall rolls his eyes at Harry’s statement as he watches him tap the screen a few times until he finds your contact information. “I’ll give you her number.” With that Harry shares your contact information with Niall who stands there with wide eyes, shocked that Harry just tossed all caution to the wind and sent him your information without even checking with you first.

“But if you hurt her I will kill you with my bare hands.” It’s the casual way Harry threatens Niall that has him believing he really would make good on it, the way the smile leaves his face as he looks Niall dead in the eyes making Niall just swallow hard and nod his head in understanding. With that the smile returns to Harry’s face and he slips his phone back into his pocket before going back to adjusting his guitar strap.

As Niall stands on the stage and gets himself ready to start his set he feels as if someone is looking at him. So when he looks up from the guitar in his hands he quickly realizes who it was as his eyes scan the tables that are situated next to the small dance floor in front of the stage. He watches your face turn a deep shade of pink as you look down at your lap, the bridesmaid sitting next to you giggles as she leans in and whispers something in your ear making you place your hands over your face in embarrassment. He smiles to himself as he looks down at the instrument in his hands, he knows he just met you and that you don’t know each other at all but the idea of you letting him learn more about you has a sense of excitement bubbling up inside of Niall. He just hopes you don’t mind how he ended up with your number but that’s something he is willing to risk because you’re not someone he can see himself forgetting about anytime soon.

[niallerspayno]

Black and White - Part 3

Masterlist

As One Direction’s hair and makeup artist, you’ve always had a flirty friendship with Niall. But one wild night in Las Vegas changes everything when you wake up married—and management insists you stay that way. Will you keep hiding your feelings, or finally admit there’s more than friendship between you?

Tags: Niall x reader, friends to lovers, forced proximity, fluff

Part 1 | Part 2

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The day unfolds in a blur, and you do your best to avoid Niall. It’s not that you don’t want to see him—it’s that you’re scared of what might happen when you do. The morning’s kiss lingers in your mind like a ghost, haunting you with its sweetness and the vulnerability it demanded.

You stick to the crew, throwing yourself into the tasks of the day: managing schedules, prepping supplies, and assisting with the stage setup. Every time you catch sight of Niall, he’s looking for you. His eyes scan the room with a focus that makes your heart race, but you always manage to duck behind someone or slip out of sight.

Niall, however, isn’t making it easy.

When lunch is delivered, you find your favorite sandwich waiting for you at the catering table with a small note in Niall’s handwriting: Don’t forget to eat, love. -N.

Your cheeks burn, and though you try to ignore the flutter in your chest, you find yourself clutching the note tighter than you should.

Later, during the soundcheck, you linger in the shadows at the side of the stage, watching the boys run through their songs. Niall’s voice rings clear and confident, his presence on stage magnetic as always. But between verses, he glances toward where you’re standing. His eyes meet yours, and the smile that spreads across his face is enough to make you duck your head and retreat further into the wings.

By the time the concert rolls around, you’re emotionally exhausted from dodging him all day. You station yourself behind the mixing desk, far from the stage where Niall’s charm feels almost weaponized against you.

But you can’t avoid him forever.

Midway through the set, Niall’s voice comes through the speakers, quiet but purposeful. “Alright, this next one’s special.”

The crowd cheers wildly, and Niall steps closer to the mic, his guitar hanging loosely around his neck. “I want to dedicate this song to someone who’s been with me through thick and thin. She’s smart, funny, and way too good at avoiding me, but I think she knows how much she means to me.”

Your heart stops.

Liam shoots you a knowing smile from his spot on stage, and Louis, ever the instigator, points right in your direction. The fans pick up on it immediately, and a wave of cheers and screams ripple through the arena.

Niall chuckles, his eyes locking with yours across the distance. “This one’s for you, love,” he says, his voice low and earnest.

As the opening chords of Little Things fill the air, your chest tightens. Every lyric feels like a confession, a quiet declaration of everything he hasn’t yet said out loud. Tears sting your eyes, and you turn away, suddenly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment shared with thousands of strangers watching.

When the concert ends, you slip out before Niall can corner you. But back at the hotel, you know you can’t avoid him forever.

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Back at the hotel, you pace outside the door to your shared room with Niall, your heart pounding in your chest. You can’t face him, not after the dedication, not after dodging him all day. The sincerity in his voice, the way his eyes had found yours even among the chaos of the crowd—it was too much.

Without thinking, you turn on your heel and make your way down the hall to Lottie’s room. She opens the door almost immediately, her brows furrowing in concern when she sees your face.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, stepping aside to let you in.

“I can’t…” you begin, your voice cracking as you slump onto the edge of her bed. “I can’t stay in that room with him tonight.”

Lottie closes the door and crosses her arms, leaning against the wall. “Why not?”

You bury your face in your hands, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Because I’m a mess, Lottie. He’s… perfect, and I’m…”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” Lottie says sharply, moving to sit beside you. She places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You need to stop tearing yourself down like this.”

You shake your head, unable to meet her gaze. “You don’t understand. Niall deserves someone who—”

“Stop,” Lottie interrupts, her tone firm but kind. “What Niall deserves is someone who makes him happy. And that’s you. You’re so caught up in your insecurities that you can’t see how much he loves you.”

Your stomach twists, her words hitting too close to home. “He doesn’t love me,” you mumble, though the words feel hollow even as you say them.

Lottie scoffs, standing up and pacing the small space. “Oh, come on. You heard him tonight. He dedicated Little Things to you. Do you think he does that for just anyone?”

“He was just trying to—”

“To what?” Lottie cuts in, turning to face you. “Embarrass you? Show off? No, he was trying to tell you how he feels because you’re too stubborn to listen when he says it outright.”

You let out a shaky breath, your hands twisting in your lap. “It’s not that simple.”

“It is,” Lottie says softly, sitting back down and taking your hands in hers. “You’re the one making it complicated.”

Before you can respond, your phone buzzes on the bedside table. You glance at the screen, your heart skipping a beat when you see Niall’s name.

Goodnight, love. Wherever you are, I hope you’re okay. I’m here when you’re ready to talk.

Your throat tightens as you stare at the message. The simplicity of his words, the patience and care behind them, is enough to bring tears to your eyes.

Lottie leans over, reading the message, and lets out a soft sigh. “See? He’s not giving up on you. And you shouldn’t give up on him—or yourself.”

You swallow hard, the weight of her words settling in your chest. “I just… I don’t know if I can do this.”

“You can,” Lottie says firmly. “And you will. But maybe you need to stop running long enough to let him show you how much he cares.”

As you lay down on Lottie’s spare bed that night, Niall’s message still glowing on your screen, you can’t help but wonder if she’s right.

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The soft morning light filters through the curtains, and you stir awake in Lottie’s room, stretching against the unfamiliar sheets. A glance at the bedside table reveals your phone buzzing incessantly with notifications.

Groaning, you reach for it, only to see your lock screen flooded with mentions and retweets. Your stomach twists with unease as you swipe to unlock it.

Your heart sinks as you spot the culprit: Lottie’s tweet, sitting proudly at the top of your feed.

“Couldn’t be happier for these two❤️ Congrats to Mr. & Mrs. Horan! 🥂 #CoupleGoals”

Beneath the caption is a photo. You blink in surprise when you realize it’s from months ago—a candid of you working on Niall’s hair in the dressing room. You’re mid-concentration, a comb in one hand and a bottle of spray in the other, while Niall sits relaxed in the chair. But it’s not the act of you doing his hair that catches your attention—it’s the way Niall is looking at you.

His blue eyes are soft and adoring, the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips, as though you’re the only person in the world. The sheer intensity of the expression makes your breath hitch.

“Lottie!” you exclaim, sitting up abruptly.

She groans from her bed, half-buried in pillows. “What?”

“This,” you say, holding up your phone. “What the hell is this?”

She cracks an eye open, smirking when she sees the screen. “Oh, that? Just a little public service announcement.”

You glare at her, your face heating. “A public announcement? Lottie, this is—”

“Beautiful,” she interrupts, sitting up and stretching. “It’s beautiful, and so is the way he looks at you in that photo. Don’t even try to deny it.”

Your protests falter as you glance at the picture again. The comments are filled with excitement and positivity:

“They’re so cute together!” “Honestly, this is the most wholesome thing I’ve seen all day.” “Niall looks like he’s totally smitten.”

A lump forms in your throat when you see that Harry has retweeted it with, “Finally. #TeamNiallAndY/N” Liam’s retweet simply reads, “Told you it was true love.”

Even Zayn, who rarely gets involved, has chimed in with a single heart emoji comment.

Your heart aches as you lower the phone, the reality of the situation settling heavily on your chest.

“I thought you wanted people to think the marriage is real,” Lottie teases, sitting cross-legged on her bed.

“This isn’t about that,” you mumble, clutching the phone.

“No,” she agrees, her tone softening. “This is about you finally realizing that maybe the rest of us aren’t crazy for thinking you two are perfect for each other.”

You don’t respond, staring down at the photo again. The way Niall looks at you is overwhelming, like he sees something in you that you can’t bring yourself to see in yourself.

“Do you hate it?” Lottie asks gently.

You shake your head slowly, your thumb brushing against the screen. “No. I don’t hate it.”

“Good,” she says with a smile. “Because neither does Niall.”

Your chest tightens as her words sink in, and for the first time, you wonder if maybe—just maybe—he’s right about you being enough.

The room feels quieter than usual as you gather your things from Lottie’s bed, trying to ignore the way your heart is fluttering at the thought of Niall. You’re grateful for the space you’ve had overnight, but now that it’s time to pack, you can’t help but feel the weight of the conversation still hanging between you. It’s been a difficult few days, but the photo Lottie posted earlier has somehow shifted something inside you. You can’t put your finger on it yet, but something feels different.

You take a deep breath and finish packing your bag, taking your time so you don’t have to face Niall just yet. You know you can’t keep avoiding him, but part of you is terrified of what will happen when you do finally face him.

When you walk into the hallway, you spot Niall just outside the door to your shared room. He’s standing with his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, looking down at his phone. His hair is messy, as if he’s just woken up, but there’s a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as soon as he spots you.

“Hey,” he greets, his voice warm and a little too hopeful for your liking. You feel your heart race, and you can tell he’s trying so hard to close the distance that’s been between you these past few days.

“Hey,” you reply quietly, avoiding his gaze as you make your way past him to the elevator. You feel the subtle pull of his presence, and though you don’t look at him, you can sense how close he’s standing.

He catches up to you before you can escape, placing a hand gently on your arm. “Listen, I wanted to talk,” he begins, but you cut him off before he can say anything more.

“I’m fine,” you mutter, still avoiding his eyes. “Just… let me get to the airport.”

Niall looks at you for a moment, his hand lingering on your arm as if he’s searching for something in your eyes. Then, with a deep sigh, he lets go and nods, his voice quieter than usual. “Okay, yeah. I just… I’m glad you’re back with us today.” He hesitates, as if trying to find the right words. “You’re coming with me and the boys on the jet today, by the way.”

You pause mid-step, confused. “What? I’m not—”

“You are,” he interrupts, smiling at the disbelief in your voice. “You’re flying with us. This time, it’s not commercial. I’ve been thinking about it, and I just… I want you around. I’m tired of not being able to see you.”

You blink, trying to process the change. You’ve always flown commercial with the crew, a quiet observer of the chaos that comes with touring. But now? Now, Niall’s pulling you into his world—his world with the boys, a private jet, and the kind of attention you’d never expected.

“I—Niall, I didn’t expect—”

He cuts you off with a gentle grin. “I know. But I’ve missed you, and I figured you deserved a little upgrade. You’ve been working so hard, and I just want you to be a part of everything. I don’t want you to be so far away.”

The sincerity in his eyes makes your chest tighten. “Niall, you don’t have to do this,” you say softly, still unsure of your place in all of this.

But Niall shakes his head. “I want to. I need you there, Y/N. You’ve been an important part of all of this for so long, and I don’t want to make you feel like an outsider.”

You’re caught in the warmth of his words, the weight of his care settling around you like a blanket. You open your mouth to respond, but the words catch in your throat. Instead, you nod, and that’s enough for Niall.

“Great,” he says, his smile widening. “It’s settled, then. I’m just happy you’ll be with us.”

He steps closer, brushing a hand over your shoulder briefly. The touch is gentle, filled with a tenderness that leaves you breathless. Niall’s always been this way—open, kind, and unafraid to show you how much you mean to him. But the way you’ve been pulling away has left a gap that you’re not sure how to close.

“Ready for the flight?” he asks as you walk together toward the door. “We’re gonna have a blast.”

You nod, but you can’t help the swirling uncertainty that still tugs at your insides. You know Niall’s trying to break down your walls, but your fears still hold you back. He may be right about how much he cares, but you’re still struggling to believe that you deserve it.

...

The private jet hums softly, the engines a steady purr beneath the gentle chatter of the boys. You sit next to Niall, the warmth of his hand wrapped around yours as he gently rubs soothing circles over your knuckles. The soft pressure of his touch helps ease some of the tension in your shoulders, though you still feel the storm brewing inside.

The boys are scattered around the cabin, talking easily amongst themselves. Harry and Liam are in the seats across from you, joking around with Zayn, who’s sitting by the window with his headphones on, looking like he’s trying to shut out the noise. Paul, ever the calming presence, is chatting with Louis at the back, but you can tell he’s observing everything with a quiet, watchful eye.

Even with all the noise and chaos of the tour life, it’s peaceful here. The small, intimate setting of the jet feels like a little world unto itself, one where it’s just you and them, removed from the constant spotlight. And for the first time in days, you let yourself breathe a little easier, the weight of everyone’s teasing and attention putting you at ease.

Liam, leans over and gives you a teasing smile. “So, is it official yet? You two going public or are we still keeping the mystery alive?” he says, his eyes flicking between you and Niall.

“Lottie already let the cat out of the bag,” Zayn adds with a smirk, nodding toward his phone. “Her tweet’s all over the place now. I’m surprised you two didn’t already do the big reveal.”

You look down at your hands, your stomach flipping. The tweet. The photo of you and Niall from months ago, when you were working on his hair in the dressing room, and the way Niall was looking at you in that moment… like you were the only person in the world. The comments were all filled with warmth and support, even from the boys. Still, you felt exposed, like something too private had slipped out into the world too soon.

Niall’s thumb traces your skin gently, grounding you in the present. “You okay?” he asks softly, his voice filled with concern as he notices your discomfort.

“Yeah,” you say quickly, trying to push away the unease, “just... a lot to take in.”

Harry leans forward, grinning. “The fans are loving it though. Lottie’s tweet got so many likes, it’s almost like she’s made you two official.”

“You two are the worst,” you mutter, giving them a small smile, though the teasing only heightens the feeling of everything being just a bit too real.

Niall chuckles beside you, but there’s a softness in his gaze when he meets your eyes. “I don’t care about the fans, love,” he says gently, his hand squeezing yours. “I just care about you.”

The sincerity in his voice makes your heart ache, but you can’t bring yourself to respond right away. Instead, you turn your head toward the window, trying to find something to focus on outside, anything to distract yourself from the weight of his words.

After a few minutes, Niall shifts a little, his voice low and a little hesitant. “I miss us,” he says quietly. “I miss the way we used to joke around, you know? You always kept me on my toes, and now... I feel like you’re pulling away.”

His words are like a gentle tug at your heart. You glance at him, meeting his blue eyes that are full of warmth but also a trace of concern. “I’m not pulling away,” you whisper, though even you can hear the uncertainty in your voice. “I just... I don’t know how to handle everything now that it’s... real.”

Niall leans in closer, his hand still holding yours. “What do you mean by that?”

You swallow, suddenly feeling very small under his gaze. You’re afraid to say it out loud, but the words spill from your lips before you can stop them. “It feels like... we’ve crossed a line, Niall. It’s not just fun and games anymore. It’s real. And I’m scared.”

He doesn’t say anything right away, just holds you in that steady gaze, his thumb continuing to trace circles on your skin as if he’s trying to calm the whirlwind inside of you.

“It’s always been real for me,” he says quietly. “But I get it. Things change when you stop pretending, when you stop playing around. But just ‘cause it’s real doesn’t mean it’s something to be afraid of. I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

You close your eyes, the warmth of his words sinking into you like a balm. You want to believe him, really, you do. But all the doubts that have plagued you still linger, and you’re not sure how to let them go.

The conversation is interrupted when Louis, who’s been watching the two of you with a mischievous grin, pipes up from the back. “I still don’t get why you two are so quiet. Just kiss already, for God’s sake. You’re making me uncomfortable!”

The boys all laugh, and even you can’t help but chuckle, though the laughter feels a little strained.

Niall grins at Louis, “You’re incorrigible,” he mutters, but his hand squeezes yours again, bringing you back to the quiet, intimate moment you’re sharing with him.

As the plane begins its descent, you find yourself looking at Niall in a new light—still scared, still unsure, but also hopeful in a way you haven’t been in a long time.

Maybe, just maybe, you’re ready to take a step forward.

...

The dressing room is buzzing with the usual chaos as the boys get ready for the night’s performance. Lottie is finishing up Liam’s hair while Harry cracks jokes with Zayn about their latest tour antics, and Louis pretends to choreograph a full-on dance routine in the corner. The atmosphere is lighthearted, the easy camaraderie that’s always existed between you, Lottie, and the boys filling the air once again.

You're moving between them, carefully applying makeup, adjusting hair, and adding finishing touches to their outfits. Your hands feel steady as you work, but you can’t ignore how much it means to be surrounded by all this laughter and warmth. Things feel more normal now, the distance between you and Niall beginning to melt away. You find yourself joking along with the boys, teasing them like you used to, and for the first time in what feels like ages, your heart feels lighter.

“I’m telling you, Louis,” you tease, “you’ve got the best moves out of anyone here. But, you know, the world’s not ready for all that talent just yet.”

Louis strikes a ridiculous pose, causing the entire room to burst into laughter. "You're just jealous,” he jokes, putting on an exaggerated pout.

You roll your eyes, and Zayn smirks, chiming in, “Someone better tell Louis he can’t dance in the front row during the show. It’s too distracting.”

The playful teasing continues, and in the middle of the laughter, Niall suddenly catches your eye from across the room. He’s sitting in the makeup chair, a content smile tugging at his lips as he watches the chaos around him.

You glance at him, a small smile of your own creeping up as you go back to touching up Harry’s hair. Niall’s expression softens, his eyes warming as he catches your gaze, the fondness in them unmistakable. You know the moment he speaks, his words will be full of that open, heartfelt honesty he’s always had.

“Oi,” Niall calls from his seat, his voice light but full of affection. “When are you gonna stop making everyone else look so good and give me some attention, eh? You’ve already got half of us looking like movie stars.”

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. “Someone’s feeling a little too confident today.”

Before you can say anything else, he pats the chair next to him. “Come here,” he says, but instead of waiting for you to sit, he reaches out, gently pulling you into his lap. It’s so natural, so easy, and you can’t help but melt into the warmth of his embrace. “I missed you.”

The words hit you harder than you expect, and you feel a rush of emotions you’ve been trying to avoid. You've been putting distance between you, but here he is—pulling you into his arms, not letting you pull away.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond, but then you give in, leaning in to kiss him softly on the cheek. It's quick, but the tenderness of the moment makes your heart flutter.

“You alright?” Niall asks, his blue eyes locking onto yours. His voice is quiet, like he’s afraid to push you too much.

You nod quickly, offering a faint smile. “Yeah, just... it’s been a long day, you know?”

He nods in understanding, his hand resting lightly on your waist, keeping you close. For a moment, the noise and chaos of the room fade away, and it’s just the two of you in the space between the teasing and laughter.

Louis, noticing the exchange, gives you a mischievous grin, waggling his eyebrows. “Aww, look at that. Mrs. Horan making Niall blush,” he teases, causing everyone to pause and look your way.

Your breath catches, your cheeks flushing at the playful remark. But there’s no malice in it—just warmth, just lighthearted teasing. And you can’t help but smile, even though the idea of being “Mrs. Horan” feels foreign and suddenly so real.

“Stop it,” you mutter, feeling your heart race. “We’re just friends.”

Niall, ever open with his feelings, flashes you a playful grin and says, “Not for long, Mrs. Horan. You’ll see.”

The room bursts into laughter, but it's not mocking—it’s full of warmth and affection. The teasing doesn’t bother you, not anymore. For the first time, you let yourself enjoy the moment, the connection you share with Niall and the boys.

As the laughter dies down, Niall gets up to leave with the others, already heading toward the stage. Before he goes, he pulls you into a tight hug, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. His voice is low and sincere as he whispers, “See you out there. I’ll be looking for you.”

You watch him walk away, your hand instinctively going to the spot where his lips lingered, and your heart skips a beat. You’re not sure what the future holds, but for the first time in a long while, you feel hopeful.

Lottie catches your eye from across the room, a knowing smirk on her face. “You two,” she says softly, teasingly. “It’s so obvious, you know?”

You roll your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays the way your heart is fluttering. “Not a word,” you warn, though deep down, you’re starting to accept what’s been right in front of you all along.

...

The concert has ended, and the buzz of excitement is still thick in the air as everyone begins packing up. Roadies move efficiently, coiling wires and dismantling equipment, while the rest of the boys joke around and take selfies with crew members. You hang back near the edge of the stage, watching the scene unfold with a soft smile.

“You alright there, love?” Niall’s voice cuts through the hum of activity, gentle and warm.

You turn to find him standing a few feet away, his guitar slung casually over his shoulder. There’s something easy in his posture, like he belongs exactly where he is, but the glint in his eye is entirely focused on you.

“Yeah, just… soaking it all in,” you say, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“C’mere,” he says, nodding toward the center of the stage. “Stay with me for a bit.”

You hesitate, but the way he holds out his hand—steady, patient, and inviting—makes it impossible to say no. Slowly, you make your way toward him, your fingers brushing his as he helps you up onto the platform.

The stage feels vast and quiet now, the crowd long gone, the energy of the night lingering like a distant echo. Niall settles onto one of the stools left behind, patting the one beside him.

“Sit,” he says, his tone light but his eyes serious. “I’ve got somethin’ for you.”

You sit, curiosity flickering to life. “What are you up to, Horan?”

He grins, adjusting the guitar in his lap. “You’ll see.”

The first few chords are familiar, soft and aching, and as he begins to play, your heart skips a beat. It’s Irresistible.

His voice is low and smooth as he starts to sing, the words weaving through the air like a spell.

“Don’t try to make me stay, or ask if I’m okay

I don’t have the answer…”

There’s something different in the way he sings, something intimate, like each lyric is meant for you and no one else. You can’t help but watch him—his fingers dancing over the strings, the way his lashes cast soft shadows on his cheeks, the way his voice carries every ounce of emotion in his heart.

When he reaches the chorus, your breath catches.

“I find your lips so kissable

And your kiss unmissable

Your fingertips so touchable…”

His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the world feels impossibly small, just the two of you in this vast, empty space. The words seem to hang in the air between you, heavy with meaning, and you wonder if he’s trying to tell you something he can’t quite say out loud.

“Niall,” you murmur as the song fades, your voice barely above a whisper.

He sets the guitar aside, leaning forward just slightly, his blue eyes searching yours. “Yeah?”

“That was… beautiful.” You can feel your cheeks warming under his gaze.

He shrugs, but there’s a softness in his smile. “Felt like the right song to play.”

Your stomach twists in a way that’s both thrilling and terrifying. “You sang that like it meant something,” you say, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

Niall doesn’t hesitate. “It does.”

The silence that follows is electric, charged with all the things neither of you is saying but both of you are feeling. His hand moves, just a little, brushing against yours where it rests on your knee. The touch is light but deliberate, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“You’re irresistible, you know that?” he says softly, his voice dropping just enough to make your heart race.

You laugh nervously, trying to break the tension, but it doesn’t work. “You’re just saying that because I let you drag me up here.”

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m saying it because it’s true. And I think… you’re startin’ to believe it too.”

The vulnerability in his words is disarming, and for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel the need to run from it. Instead, you let yourself lean into it, even just a little.

“Maybe,” you admit, your voice barely audible.

Niall’s smile grows, and for a moment, you think he might close the distance between you. But instead, he just leans back, picking up his guitar again.

“Alright, love. Your turn,” he says, strumming a playful chord.

You raise an eyebrow. “My turn for what?”

“Tell me your favorite song, and I’ll play it for you. Consider it my way of keepin’ you here a bit longer.”

You laugh, shaking your head, but you can’t help the way your heart swells. As you sit there, watching him wait for your answer, you realize that maybe—just maybe—you don’t mind staying.

“You & I.” You respond.

Niall tilts his head at your request, his brows raising slightly. “You & I? Proper classic that, isn’t it?”

You nod, biting your lip. “It’s one of my favorites. Please?”

His smile softens, and without another word, he adjusts the guitar in his lap and begins to play the familiar opening notes. The sound is achingly beautiful, filling the quiet stage with a gentle melody that feels like it’s wrapping around you both.

His voice, smooth and rich, carries the lyrics effortlessly.

“I figured it out

I figured it out from black and white

Seconds and hours

Maybe they had to take some time…”

The way he sings feels personal, each word dripping with quiet emotion, as if he’s speaking to you and you alone. His eyes flick up to meet yours occasionally, and every time they do, it feels like the floor beneath you shifts.

The boys, who had been lingering further back on the stage, grow quiet. Louis leans against a stack of amps, his arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his face. Harry nudges Liam, who just shakes his head with a soft smile, while Zayn raises an eyebrow at the scene unfolding.

“Would you look at that,” Louis whispers, pulling his phone out silently.

The camera clicks, capturing the image of you perched on the stool beside Niall, your expression a mix of awe and affection as you watch him sing. Niall’s focus is entirely on you, the guitar cradled in his hands as the stage lights cast a golden glow around you both. Louis grins, opening Twitter.

“Look at these two. My heart can’t take it. 🎶💙 #YouAndI #UnmissableMoments”

He hits post, shoving his phone back into his pocket as the song builds to its crescendo.

“You and I

We don’t wanna be like them

We can make it ’til the end

Nothing can come between

You and I…”

Niall’s voice is steady, strong, yet tender, and you can feel the emotion swell in your chest. By the time he reaches the final note, the room feels heavy with unspoken words.

The applause is soft but heartfelt as the boys clap quietly in the background. Niall gives a small, bashful smile, his fingers still resting on the strings.

“Didn’t butcher it, did I?” he teases, his voice low, a hint of nervousness lacing the question.

You shake your head, unable to stop the smile spreading across your face. “No. It was perfect.”

For a moment, you just look at him, the air thick with something unspoken. Your heart thuds loudly in your chest, and you’re almost certain he can hear it.

“Niall,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He tilts his head, his eyes locking onto yours. “Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

The words hang in the air for a moment, and you can see the surprise flash in his eyes. But it’s gone as quickly as it came, replaced by something deeper, warmer.

“You sure about that?” he asks, his voice gentle, his tone teasing just enough to make you smile.

You nod, your pulse quickening. “I’ve never been more sure.”

“Alright,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady. “C’mere.”

He shifts the guitar off his lap, placing it gently to the side. His hand moves to your cheek, the pad of his thumb grazing your skin in a way that sends a shiver through you. His touch is light, careful, like he’s afraid you might break if he holds on too tightly.

The world around you seems to fade, the faint hum of the stage lights the only sound as he leans in. Your breath catches when his lips brush yours, feather-light at first, testing, as though he’s giving you one last chance to pull away.

But you don’t.

You lean in, meeting him halfway, and the kiss deepens. His lips are soft and warm, moving against yours with a mix of confidence and tenderness that leaves your knees weak, even though you’re sitting down. His hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your hair as he pulls you just a little closer.

There’s no rush, no urgency. It’s slow, deliberate—like he’s savoring every second. The faint scent of his cologne lingers in the air, woodsy and fresh, mingling with the warmth radiating from his skin. His thumb strokes your neck absently, sending tiny sparks of electricity through you, and it feels as though he’s memorizing the moment, etching it into his bones.

Your heart pounds against your ribs, the rhythm echoing in your ears, but it’s not the frantic kind of beat you were expecting. It’s steady, like a quiet reassurance that this—whatever this is—is exactly where you’re meant to be.

When he finally pulls back, it’s gradual, like he’s reluctant to let the moment end. His forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your lips as he lingers close. His thumb makes one final pass over your skin before his hand drops to your lap, where it stays, his fingers brushing lightly against yours.

For a moment, neither of you speak. The air between you hums with something unspoken, something fragile and new, and yet somehow ancient, like it’s always been there, waiting for you to find it.

“You alright?” he asks softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You nod, your lips curving into a faint smile. “Yeah. I’m good.”

He lets out a quiet chuckle, his thumb tracing idle circles over the back of your hand. “Good. That’s all I want.”

The stage feels impossibly small now, like the only two people in the world are you and him. You don’t know what this means—what happens next—but for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel the need to figure it out.

You lean back slightly, your gaze locked on his. “That song,” you murmur, your voice soft but steady. “It felt like you meant it for me.”

Niall smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he squeezes your hand gently. “Maybe I did.”

Your chest tightens at the quiet honesty in his voice, but instead of retreating, you let it settle over you like a warm blanket.

For now, that’s enough.

…

The walk back to your shared hotel room is wrapped in a comfortable silence, the kind that doesn’t need to be filled with words. Niall stays close, his hand brushing against yours now and then, the occasional touch sending a flutter through your chest. The air is cool, but his presence beside you is a steady warmth, grounding you in the moment.

When you reach the room, you slip inside together, greeted by the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp. The room feels cozy, a quiet sanctuary from the emotions of the evening. You kick off your shoes and let out a deep sigh, the kind that comes from both relief and exhaustion.

Niall lingers by the bed, watching you with a small smile as you grab your pajamas and head into the bathroom. The mirror reflects a version of yourself you haven’t seen in a while—your cheeks have a faint flush, your eyes softer, lighter. There’s something there, a little glow you hadn’t expected, and it makes you pause.

When you emerge, changed into your soft cotton pajamas, Niall’s already under the covers. His hair is mussed, and the dim lighting casts a golden halo over his features. He looks so effortlessly himself, so inviting, that it takes no second thought for you to climb in beside him.

The bed is warm, and the moment you settle, Niall pulls you into his side, his arm wrapping securely around your waist. You rest your head on his chest, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat greets you. It’s a soft, grounding sound, steady and constant like him.

“Long day,” he murmurs, his voice low and honeyed, the vibration of it resonating through his chest beneath your cheek.

You hum in agreement, nuzzling into him a little closer. His body radiates warmth, and the faint scent of his cologne—woodsy and clean—lingers on his shirt.

“You okay?” he asks softly, his hand beginning to move in slow, soothing circles over your back.

“Yeah,” you whisper, the word coming easier than you expected. “I think I am.”

A soft smile curves his lips. You feel it more than see it, his chin brushing lightly against the top of your head.

The quiet stretches out, comfortable and full of something unspoken but deeply understood. His fingers trace gentle patterns on your back—circles, swirls, lazy lines that melt the last bits of tension from your body. The motion is hypnotic, your muscles relaxing one by one as you sink deeper into the warmth of him.

He shifts slightly, just enough to press his lips to your forehead. The kiss is feather-light, but it’s enough to send a wave of warmth through you, pooling low in your chest.

“I meant it,” he murmurs, his voice a soft rasp in the quiet room. “I’ll wait as long as you need. No rush. No pressure. Just… us.”

His words settle over you like a blanket, warm and reassuring. You shift against him, your nose brushing the curve of his neck as you let out a quiet, contented sigh.

“Thank you,” you mumble sleepily, your voice barely audible against his skin.

His hand pauses on your back for a moment before resuming its slow, rhythmic movements. “Always,” he whispers, his breath warm against your hair.

He tugs the blanket higher around you both, cocooning you in the shared warmth of the bed. His fingers trace over your shoulder now, up to your collarbone, and back down again in a soothing, lulling rhythm. The sound of his breathing, steady and calm, blends with the faint hum of the city outside, and you let yourself relax fully, cocooned in his care.

As sleep pulls you under, you feel his lips brush your temple one last time, a quiet promise etched into the night. And for the first time in what feels like forever, you let yourself believe in the safety of this moment, in the warmth of him, and in the possibility of something beautiful waiting just ahead.

...

The morning light filters softly through the curtains, bathing the hotel room in a warm, golden glow. You wake slowly, your senses gradually piecing the world together—the crisp scent of the linens, the weight of the blanket over you, and the steady rise and fall of Niall’s chest beneath your cheek.

His arm is still draped around you, holding you close even in sleep. His face is serene, every line and feature softened by the quiet vulnerability of slumber. His lashes rest against his cheek, and his lips are slightly parted, his breath slow and even.

You don’t move at first, content to simply watch him, the peace of the moment wrapping around you like a second blanket. But as your gaze lingers, an ache stirs in your chest—a deep, quiet longing that feels equal parts terrifying and wonderful.

Before you can think too much about it, your hand moves on its own, reaching out to gently trace the curve of his jaw. Your fingers barely skim his skin, hesitant at first, but the warmth of him pulls you in. You let your thumb glide over the rough stubble on his chin, the texture grounding you in the reality of him.

He stirs under your touch, a soft sound escaping his lips as his eyes flutter open. For a moment, he looks disoriented, his gaze hazy as it settles on you. But then he sees the way you’re looking at him, and a soft, sleepy smile curves his lips.

“Morning,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep, the Irish lilt more pronounced in its drowsiness.

“Morning,” you whisper back, your fingers stilling on his cheek.

He shifts slightly, his arm tightening around your waist as he blinks himself further awake. His gaze searches yours, his eyes warm and curious. “What are you doing?”

“Just… looking at you,” you admit, your voice quieter than usual, as though the moment might shatter if you speak too loudly.

His smile grows, softer and more genuine, and he turns his head slightly so your palm rests fully against his cheek. He leans into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours. “Like what you see?” he teases gently, though there’s an undercurrent of sincerity in his tone.

You nod, the weight of your emotions catching in your throat for a moment before you manage to speak. “Yeah. I do.”

His expression shifts then, his teasing giving way to something deeper, something quieter. His free hand comes up to cover yours, holding it against his face as he watches you, waiting.

“I’ve been thinking,” you start, your voice soft but steady. “About everything. About you and me and…” You trail off, searching for the right words.

“And?” he prompts, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing gesture.

“I’m ready,” you say, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I’m ready to really try with you. A real relationship—not just this… married-on-paper thing we’ve got going.”

His breath hitches slightly, his eyes widening just a fraction. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, and your heart starts to race. But then his lips part, and his voice comes out soft, almost disbelieving.

“You mean that?”

“I mean it,” you say, your hand pressing a little firmer against his cheek. “I’m scared, but I don’t want to be anymore. I want this. I want you.”

The smile that spreads across his face is slow and radiant, like the sun breaking through a storm. He shifts, propping himself up slightly so he can look at you properly, his hands framing your face now.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll take it slow. However you need. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel safe with me.”

“You already do,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Niall’s gaze flickers down to your lips, and the air between you grows thick with an unspoken tension. His hands remain gentle on your face, his thumbs brushing over your skin as though you’re something precious. You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly, your lips meet in a kiss that starts soft and sweet but deepens quickly.

It’s a release, a culmination of all the quiet moments and tentative steps between you. His lips are warm and soft, and the way he kisses you is unhurried, like he’s savoring every second. You sigh into it, your hands sliding from his face into his hair, tangling in the messy blond strands as he shifts to pull you closer.

When his arms wrap around your waist, you take the opportunity to move, pushing yourself onto your knees and leaning over him. He lets out a soft, surprised laugh against your lips as you settle yourself on top of him, straddling his lap, but it’s quickly swallowed by another kiss.

“Niall,” you murmur between breaths, your forehead resting against his for a moment.

“Yeah, love?” he whispers, his voice low and gravelly, his hands steadying you at your waist.

“You’re…” You pause, trying to find the words, but instead of finishing the sentence, you kiss him again, pouring every ounce of feeling you can’t quite articulate into the way your lips move against his.

The room is alive with tension as you straddle Niall, your legs on either side of his hips, his hands warm and firm on your waist. His touch lingers, teasingly possessive, as though he’s making up for years of restraint all in one moment. Your lips meet again, a fire igniting between you that has you completely consumed.

His kisses are deep, unrelenting, and filled with everything unsaid between you. His tongue brushes against yours in a way that has your breath hitching, your fingers tangling in his hair as if anchoring yourself to this moment. His stubble grazes your skin as his lips move to your jawline, then trail down the column of your neck, leaving a path of warmth that makes you shiver.

“Niall,” you murmur, your voice soft but laden with need.

He groans at the sound of his name, his grip on your waist tightening as his lips return to yours. “I’ve dreamed about this,” he whispers against your mouth, his breath warm and uneven. “Every damn day.”

You smile against his lips, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “So have I,” you admit, the honesty spilling out of you as naturally as your next kiss.

His hands move to your back, his touch slow and deliberate as he presses you closer, your bodies flush against one another. The heat between you is electric, every small movement fanning the flames of desire that have been building for far too long.

You shift slightly, your thighs tightening around him as his hands slide beneath your shirt, his touch searing against your bare skin. The intimacy of it, the sheer closeness, makes your heart race.

But you’re so lost in each other—so completely consumed—that neither of you hears the faint creak of the door opening.

“Oi, seriously?”

The familiar voice has you freezing mid-kiss, your eyes flying open as you turn toward the doorway. Standing there, arms crossed with an expression that can only be described as both amused and exasperated, is Louis.

“Oh my God,” you mutter, quickly burying your face in Niall’s shoulder as mortification floods through you.

Niall lets out a low groan, his hands still resting on your hips as he turns his head toward Louis. “Really, mate? Timing’s impeccable.”

Louis raises a brow, his lips twitching as if he’s holding back a grin. “Well, excuse me for trying to check if you two were alive. Didn’t realize I’d walked into... that.”

Your cheeks burn, and you try to move off Niall’s lap, but his hands hold you firmly in place. “Don’t,” he murmurs softly, his voice low enough that only you can hear. “It’s okay.”

Louis, however, is already pulling his phone out of his pocket, a mischievous gleam in his eye. “I mean, I could just leave...” he starts, but the way his thumb hovers over the screen makes it clear he’s not going anywhere.

“Louis,” Niall warns, his tone a mix of irritation and amusement.

“What?” Louis says, feigning innocence as he snaps a photo. “For posterity.”

“Delete that!” you exclaim, finally finding your voice as you glare at him from over Niall’s shoulder.

Louis smirks. “Too late. Already in the cloud.” He pockets his phone with a shrug before turning toward the door. “Don’t take too long. The lads are placing bets on how red your faces are when you finally come out.”

With that, he disappears, leaving you and Niall in stunned silence.

After a beat, Niall chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath you. “Well, that’s one way to break the tension.”

You groan, burying your face in your hands. “I’m never leaving this room again.”

He gently tugs your hands away, his eyes soft as they meet yours. “Hey,” he says, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I don’t care who knows. Let them tease all they want. I’m right where I want to be.”

Your heart swells at his words, and despite your embarrassment, you lean in to kiss him again—soft, slow, and filled with the promise of everything still to come.

Niall’s fingers linger on your waist as you slide off his lap, both of you still breathless and flushed. His lips are swollen from your kisses, and the look in his eyes is a mix of heat and tenderness. He grins, his voice low and teasing as he murmurs, “Guess we’ll call this... to be continued, yeah?”

You laugh softly, brushing a hand over his chest. “Definitely to be continued.”

Niall leans down, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead before pulling you close, his hands warm on your back. “We should head downstairs before Louis sends a search party—and probably a few humiliating tweets.”

You groan, already dreading what awaits. “He already took that photo. What else could he possibly do?”

Niall chuckles, grabbing your hand as he opens the door. “Love, it’s Louis. He’ll have spun an entire story by now.”

The two of you make your way to the hotel dining area, the sound of laughter hitting your ears before you even step inside. As you round the corner, the boys and Lottie are already gathered at a table, plates of food spread out, the atmosphere lively. But the moment you and Niall walk in, the room falls silent.

“Well, well, well,” Louis starts, standing dramatically as if presenting the two of you to an imaginary audience. “Look who finally decided to grace us with their presence!”

“Oh no,” you mutter under your breath, already bracing yourself.

Louis picks up his phone from the table, holding it up like a trophy. “For those of you who missed it—and by that, I mean no one, because this photo’s gone viral—behold!”

He turns the screen toward you and Niall. It’s the blurry photo he took upstairs, the one of you straddling Niall on the bed, his hands firmly on your hips, your faces just inches apart.

“Oh my god, Louis!” You cover your face with your hands, mortified.

Lottie bursts into laughter, nearly choking on her orange juice. “Louis, you are the worst, but also, this is incredible.”

“I mean, if this isn’t a wedding night moment,” Louis says, smirking as he puts his phone back down, “then I don’t know what is.”

“Delete it,” Niall says, though he’s clearly amused, his arm slipping casually around your waist.

“Absolutely not,” Louis fires back, leaning back in his chair. “It’s art. The world deserves to see it.”

Harry, sitting across the table, grins as he sips his coffee. “Honestly, though, we were all wondering how long it’d take you two. Years of pining, and then you go and get married before anything happens?”

Liam shakes his head, a teasing sigh escaping his lips. “Seriously. You two could’ve saved us all the trouble by just admitting it back in the day.”

“It’s about time,” Zayn adds, his tone cool but the glint in his eyes giving him away. “The tension was unbearable.”

“And exhausting,” Lottie chimes in, her smile genuine as she looks between the two of you. “But honestly, I’m just happy you’re finally happy. It’s about damn time.”

Niall squeezes your waist gently, pulling you closer as he presses a quick kiss to your temple. “For the record,” he says, glancing at the group, “we’ve decided to start a real relationship. Officially.”

There’s a beat of silence before Louis dramatically claps his hands together. “Finally! Took you long enough! Honestly, I was about to write the vows myself.”

“You would write the vows,” you say, rolling your eyes but laughing despite yourself.

“Better me than Niall,” Louis quips. “He’d just sing them to you.”

“Not a bad idea,” Harry says, grinning. “Actually, Niall, got anything prepared? A little ‘She’s the One’ serenade for the table?”

“Alright, alright, enough,” Niall says, laughing as he pulls out your chair for you. He sits beside you, his hand staying firmly on your knee under the table. “Let the lady eat in peace.”

“Fine,” Louis says, a sly grin on his face. “But just so you know, this isn’t the last you’ve heard of it.”

Breakfast continues in the same lighthearted tone, with jokes flying across the table and occasional references to the infamous photo. But through it all, Niall stays close, his touches gentle and constant—his hand brushing against yours, his knee bumping yours under the table.

And for the first time in a long time, surrounded by laughter and warmth, you feel truly at ease. It’s as if the walls you built around yourself are finally crumbling, and you realise you don’t mind one bit.

[he4dlin3]

Heatwave Shenanigans — N.H

Pairing ; Niall Horan x Reader

Synopsis ; When the hottest day of the summer descends upon you and Niall, the AC breaks, and the fans barely make a dent. Desperate times call for desperate measures, the two of you brainstorm increasingly creative, and ridiculous, ways to stay cool.

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The sun was relentless. The kind of heat that pressed against your skin like a heavy blanket, turning your house into an inferno. Even with all the blinds drawn, the heat seemed to sneak in through every crack and crevice, suffocating the air. The fan that had been dutifully spinning for the last couple of hours was doing nothing but blowing warm air around.

You were sprawled across the couch, your shirt sticking to the leather, hair frizzing from the oppressive humidity. Niall was seated on the floor beside you, shirtless with his legs stretched out in front of him, staring at the ceiling with a look of defeat on his face. His face was flushed, and beads of sweat clung to his hairline. He sighed dramatically.

“I swear, this is a test of patience,” you muttered, wiping sweat from your brow. “I feel like a roasted chicken.”

Niall glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “At least chickens taste good when they’re roasted.”

You glared at him. “Not helping.”

The AC had broken down early that morning, and every attempt to fix it had ended in disaster. The last thing you remembered was Niall zapping himself when he tried to play handyman, his hand flailing with a dramatic “Ow!” and a few colorful expletives as he yanked it away from the fuse box.

“I thought you were supposed to be handy,” you’d teased, still snickering. “You’re just lucky you’re cute.”

Now, though, it was as if the entire world had turned into a sauna.

“We need a plan,” Niall announced, sitting up and running a hand through his damp hair. “We’re not just going to sit here and melt.”

You dragged yourself into a sitting position and stared at him, eyes narrowing. “What do you mean, a plan?”

He grinned like the mischievous maniac he was. “We get creative. There’s gotta be something we can do to survive this heat.”

“Like what?” you asked, half-dreading the answer.

Niall stood up and walked over to the kitchen, peering inside the fridge. “Alright, first idea: we stick our heads in the freezer.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’ve lost it.”

“Trust me,” he said, already opening the freezer door and sticking his head inside, his body following after a moment as he stood there with his back to you, his breath fogging up the glass shelves.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him, looking like a human refrigerator magnet. “You look ridiculous.”

He shot you a thumbs-up, muffled by the freezer door. “Feels amazing. You’re next!”

With a roll of your eyes, you shuffled over to join him, cramming yourself into the tiny space beside him. For a moment, you felt the blissful cold on your face, but only for a moment. The freezer was soon overrun by the warmth of your bodies, and within seconds, you both pulled away, gasping for air.

“That’s not doing anything,” you said, half-laughing, half-gasping.

“Right,” Niall said with a sigh, running a hand through his damp hair. “Back to the drawing board. Ice bath?”

“An ice bath?” You blinked at him, incredulous.

“Yup,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “Think about it: cold water, ice, a perfect combination.”

Not wanting to be left behind in the heatwave madness, you agreed, and within minutes, the two of you were in the bathroom, attempting the most ridiculous idea yet. You both dumped ice cubes—every single one you had—into the tub and filled it with cold water.

You stared at it in disbelief. “This feels like something out of a bad survival movie.”

“Trust me, it’s genius,” Niall declared before sliding into the tub. The ice crackled beneath him, and he winced but stayed in. “Yeah, it’s definitely cold. But I think we’re onto something.”

You gingerly stepped in after him, letting out a small yelp as the cold water hit your skin. “I think you’re wrong,” you said, sitting down with a dramatic sigh. “This is torture.”

“It’s not the worst idea I’ve ever had,” Niall said, his teeth chattering slightly. “We just need to stick it out for a bit. Think of the chill!”

You both sat there for several minutes, the ice gradually melting, but the freezing water wasn’t doing much to combat the oppressive heat. At least it was cold for a while.

“This is stupid,” you muttered, standing up. “I’m getting out of here.”

Niall was already out of the tub, hopping from foot to foot in an attempt to warm himself up. “Okay, okay, I admit it—ice baths aren’t the best solution.”

As you both dried off, Niall had an idea that might just work. “Okay, we’re done with freezing water. But what if we do something fun?”

“Fun?” You eyed him suspiciously. “Like what?”

He suddenly grinned, eyes mischievously twinkling. “Water balloon fight.”

You blinked at him. “What?”

“Water balloons,” he repeated. “We have a yard, a hose, and a box of balloons in the shed. What’s stopping us?”

You tried to contain a laugh. “You’ve lost it, but I love it. Let’s do it.”

The next few minutes were a whirlwind of hilarity. Niall ran to the shed to gather the balloons, and you grabbed the hose to fill them up. Before long, you both were armed with ammunition—drenched clothes and water balloons in hand.

The battle began when Niall lobbed the first balloon toward you, catching you off-guard. It splashed across your chest. You squealed, half-laughing, half-shrieking as you dodged and countered with your own water balloon, which landed squarely on his leg.

“Oh, you’re in trouble now,” Niall said, shaking his head in mock seriousness. He picked up another balloon and aimed it at you.

You ducked, dodging the attack and sprinting toward him. “You’ll have to catch me first!”

The next half hour was chaos. You darted around the yard, laughing hysterically as water balloons exploded everywhere. The sounds of your laughter mixed with the splashes of water, and for a moment, everything felt easy. It didn’t matter that the sun was still high in the sky, that the heat was still oppressive. You were both too busy having fun to care.

In the midst of the battle, Niall managed to grab you from behind, scooping you up in a giant bear hug. “Gotcha!” he laughed, spinning you around.

You shrieked, trying to break free. “Put me down, Niall!”

“Not until you surrender!” he teased.

“Never!” you declared, grinning.

He didn’t put you down, not until you were both out of breath, lying on the grass, giggling like kids. You were soaked, your clothes clinging to your skin, and your hair a tangled mess—but neither of you cared.

“Best idea you’ve had all day,” you said between laughs, nudging him with your elbow.

“Told ya,” he replied, grinning widely. “I’m a genius.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks for making this horrible day actually fun.”

Niall leaned over, pressing a kiss to your temple, the breeze picking up and cooling your overheated skin. “Anytime, love.”

As the sun began to set, the heat finally started to wane, and the air felt a little bit more breathable. You realized, then, that even though the day had started in misery, you wouldn’t have traded it for anything. With Niall by your side, even the hottest day could turn into something unforgettable.

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[justagirlthatlovedtoread]

I miss you....

Niall sighs softly. His eyes were closed and he buried his head into her neck, his arms tightened around her waist, he breathed in her scent and his heart ached as her soft, slender body relaxed in his embrace.

As Niall breathed in her scent, her proximity, his body involuntarily pulled her even closer against him, his chest pressed against her back, seeking the comfort and familiarity of her presence. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of sadness and longing, knowing that their relationship had changed, yet the love and affection he held for her persisted.

Niall continued to hold her, his arms wrapped around her in a protective embrace, feeling the familiar comfort of her warmth against him. He buried his face into her hair, taking in her scent once more, as if trying to imprint this moment in his memory. He knew that their relationship had transitioned from romantic to something more platonic, but the deep affection he held for her was still there, like a persistent ache in his heart.

As they lay there together, Niall's thoughts continued to swirl in his mind. He recalled the memories they shared, the laughter they had, the intimate moments they've had, it all came flooding back, making his heart heavy. He couldn't help but wonder if there would ever be a chance for them to recapture that lost spark.

Niall's hand gently stroked her arm, his touch tracing circles on her skin, as if trying to soothe the aching emptiness he felt within. He longed to tell her how he truly felt, to confessing that he still loved her deeply, but the fear of jeopardizing their friendship held him back.

Niall's heart ached as he continued to hold her, the weight of his unspoken feelings pressing down on him. He wanted to say something, to voice the words that had been on the tip of his tongue for so long, but the fear of rejection and the possibility of losing her completely held him back. He silently cursed himself for not expressing his true feelings earlier, now stuck in this limbo of untold affection.

In the quiet of the moment, Niall's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He gently kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering against her hair, a silent expression of the love he still held within.

Holding her in his arms like this was both a comfort and a torture, reminding him of what they had, what they had lost, and what might never be again.

Niall wanted to say something, to break the silence, but fear and insecurity held him back. Instead, he tightened the embrace, drawing her even closer to him, as if trying to hold onto this moment and never letting go.

Niall's body still yearned for her, his arms wrapping around her as if to possess her again, to claim her as his own. He knew it was a foolish thought, but in this moment of vulnerability, his heart longed for the intimacy they had once shared.

The memories of their shared kisses and intimate moments flooded his mind, making it weight down even further on his heart. Niall's touch became more possessive, his hands roaming her body, craving the closeness that they had.

Niall's heart raced as his hands explored her body, tracing every curve and contour, trying to reacquaint himself with the familiar terrain. The memories of their former intimacy only added to his hunger, fueling the desire burning in his chest.

Niall's touch became more urgent, his lips finding the sensitive place where her neck met her bare Shoulder. He pressed soft kisses there, his breath hot against her skin, as his hands continued to explore her body, possessive and needy.

Niall couldn't help but let out a low moan against her skin as he continued to kiss and touch her, his body acting on instinct, following the call of his hunger and aching for her. The familiarity of her body under his hands sent waves of desire crashing through him, as he decides to speak up.

"Ariana." Niall's voice was rough with yearning, his lips still grazing her skin.

"I miss you. I miss us." He whispered, the words escaping him before he could stop them. His hands continued to roam her body, his touch a mixture of possessive need and aching want.

Niall's lips found her neck again, his kisses becoming more insistent, his hands gripping her more deeply as if to anchor himself in the moment. He nipped at her skin, a silent declaration of how much he missed her, how much he wanted her back.

"I....we...you think we made a mistake?" She asked, breathing heavily.

Niall's heart skipped a beat at her question, his body pausing in its exploration of her. He pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, his gaze full of vulnerability and hope.

"I do. I think we did." He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I still love you, Ari. I never stopped."

Niall's confession hung in the air, the weight of his words heavy between them.

"I've tried to move on, but I can't. I keep comparing every girl to you. You're still the one my mind and heart turns to, no matter how much I try to suppress it." He continues, his hands gently caressing her face.

"so what do we do?"

Niall's eyes met hers, filled with a mix of affection and determination.

"I want us to try again," he said, his voice firm but tender. "I want us to work through the reasons that broke us apart and rebuild what we had, stronger than before."

"I know it won't be easy," he continues, his fingers tracing the contour of her cheek, "and there will be challenges along the way. But I'm willing to fight for us, Ari. Because I can't imagine my life without you in it."

"I can't imagine my life without you in it either", she puts her hand in top of his, which is still tracing the contour of her cheek.

Niall's heart leapt at her response, a mix of relief and hope washing over him. He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her in a tight embrace.

"Then let's do it," he whispers, his voice filled with determination. "Let's give us another shot. Together."

She smiles, not giving it a second though. "I would like that"

So in a. Instant, Niall's lips found hers, claiming them in a kiss that held the weight of all his missed affection and love. His fingers brushed through her hair, tangling in the softness of her locks as he deepened the kiss, pouring all his feelings into that single moment.

The world around them faded away as they reacquainted themselves with each other, their kiss growing more passionate and needy. Niall's hands roamed her body, touching and caressing, relearning her curves and contours.

Niall's heart raced as their mouths moved together, their tongues dancing in a familiar dance that still sent sparks through his entire being. His body pressed against hers, the heat and hunger within him rising with every beat of his heart.

The kiss deepened, Niall's hunger for her intensifying. His hands traced the contour of her body, their touch growing more possessive and ardent.

Niall's lips left hers and moved to her neck, trailing hot kisses along her skin, tasting her familiar sweetness. His whole body felt like electric, almost as if his body was remembering what it once had and desperately trying to claim her again.

Niall nipped at her skin, a low moan escaping him as he tasted her. He wanted her. He needed her. The familiar feel of her body beneath his touch, the scent of her skin, the sounds of her soft breaths it all fueled the burning desire within him.

His hands continued to explore her body, roaming over her curves and plains, leaving a trail of heat and need in their wake. Niall's mouth moved lower, his kisses leaving a path down her chest, his hunger for her growing with each press of his lips against her skin.

His kisses grew hotter, his tongue tracing the line of her collarbone, while his hands continued to explore, gripping her hips, pulling her closer against the heat of his body, until a lightbulb went off in his head.

He pulls back for a second, leaning towards her.

"I want to take you on a date", still breathing heavily from their heated moment, just a few seconds before.

"yeah?" She smiles, stroking his shoulder.

"Yeah" he confirmed, his voice filled with a mix of happiness and determination. "It will help....and we can make it work, I know we can."

He gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for a moment, unable to resist the urge to touch her.

Niall studied her expression, searching for any hint of uncertainty, but all he found in her eyes was a mix of love and excitement. His grip on her hips tightened slightly, tugging her closer to him, his body responding to her proximity with a familiar hunger.

"We just need to communicate, be honest with each other. No more hiding how we feel, no more pretending." He continued, his eyes locked on hers, the love and affection he held for her shining brightly. "Can you promise me that, Ari?"

"Yes.....I promise. And I'd love to go on a date with you again" she says, excitedly.

Niall's smile broadened, his heart leaping with warmth at her response. He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, his arms holding her close.

"I'd love that too. I've missed our dates, the little moments we used to share. I'll plan the whole thing, just leave everything to me." his voice filled with affection.

Niall's mind was already filled with ideas for their date. He had so many things he wanted to do with her, so many places he wanted to take her. But above all, he just wanted to spend time with her, to be close to her and experience the joy of her presence again.

He gently tilted her chin, bringing her gaze to meet his.

"You trust me to plan it all, right? No peeking or trying to guess, I know what you're like" he teased, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"wow. You know me so well" she laughs.

Niall grins in response, a mix of smugness and affection in his expression.

"Of course I do," he replied, his thumb tracing a gentle line along her chin.

" I know your habits" he places gentle kiss to your lips.

"your quirks", he kisses the corner of your lips.

"I know you'd try to peek at any plans or surprises I have in store for our date" and the he finally places a kiss on your cheek.

"And that's exactly why I'm not going to tell you a thing" he says with a smirk.

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Please let me know what you think- I thought I'd make it short an sweet. Honestly, I don't usually write this much, but writing has bought me comfort since losing my bestfriend to arthritis.

I hope you all enjoy it, and thankyou for reading.

[stellatekintsugi]

Niall Horan