#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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[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✨

[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.

[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.

[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?

[flowxrtimmy]

Through The Storm (n.h.)

when it’s your first thunderstorm in your new house, single dad Niall comes by to check on you, and you end up getting to know each other a lot more than anticipated.

You’ve thought about this for what seemed like forever, finally being on your own and living in your own house. It wasn’t too big, but not too small, and was located in a decent neighborhood, not too far from downtown. You didn’t even need your parent’s help, you’ve been saving so much since you started working as a registered dietician at a nearby nursing home, and made a serious commitment to stop eating out and spending unnecessary money, and with a strict budget you were finally able to get out of your crappy apartment and into an actual house. Plus, you were also closer to work with this new place, so that would help ease up on gas money. However, that wasn’t even the best part. Your neighbor was really friendly. His name is Niall, and he has a 4 year old son, Andrew, who was the cutest kid you’ve ever seen. Niall, though, was so fucking hot, there was no other way to say it. He was fit, always smelled amazing, always dressed nice, and if he looked that hot while being presentable, you could only imagine what he looked like just rolling out of bed. In fact, that’s what you imagined most nights before going to sleep. Him laying next to you, in just his underwear and a shirt, his hands running all over your body, it may have caused the habit of you reaching for a toy before going to sleep, but he didn’t need to know that.

Currently, you were sitting on your couch, trying to catch up on SVU when you heard a large thunder clap boom, scaring you out of your spot. A storm?! How? Your Alexa didn’t warn you, and upon checking your phone, there weren’t any notifications from your three different weather apps. How could it just appear like that? You looked out the window, and noticed it was indeed very dark out. You took a deep breath, and tried to focus on the show. Usually, storms didn’t bother you, but this was your first storm while living alone. At the apartment, there was always someone to go to, you did have pretty decent neighbors, but now it was just you. You could hear the rain start to come down, and with the sky lit up with lighting, followed by loud roars of thunder. You whimpered to yourself, standing up when the lights began to flicker before finally going out.

You tried to stay calm, making a mental note to not open the fridge, and went to your kitchen, grabbing your lighter and lighting the candle on the kitchen table, then walking to the living room and lighting the one in there as well. You winced at another loud clap of thunder, sitting back down on the couch, setting the lighter on the small coffee table in front of you. You could get through this, it was just a spring storm, everything would be okay. Having calmed yourself down a bit, you sat back on the couch, listening to the rain. However, that didn’t last long when a knock sounded at the door, making you jump. Oh my god, you thought to yourself, someone’s about to kill me. Despite your inner thoughts, you stood and slowly crept to the window, peeking out to see Niall on your front steps. You let out a sigh of relief and quickly walked to the door, opening it. “Niall! It’s raining cats and dogs out there!” You said with a relieved laugh, stepping aside to let him in.

“Hey, love! You can say that again.” He steps in, taking his shoes off, which had gotten almost soaked during his short walk over to your place. “Man, didn’t even see this one coming.” He said as you shut the door behind him.

“That’s what I was thinking, no warnings or anything. Can I get you anything? I can’t open the fridge, but I have water bottles that I haven’t put away yet.” This was your first time having any kind of company, and you felt bad that you couldn’t be a proper host.

“Oh no lass, I’m alright, but thank you.” He smiled at you. “Just wanted to come by and check on you, Andrew is at his mom’s right now, and I know this is the first big storm since you moved in.”

Your heart fluttered, he was concerned about you, and braved the storm to make sure you were okay. “That’s so sweet of you, you must be cold!” You grabbed a blanket from your couch, wrapping it around him. “Please, have a seat!”

“Well of course, honestly it gets pretty lonely without Andrew as well, also you’re too sweet.” He smiled as you led him to the couch, the two of you sitting down. It was still somewhat light enough that you could see where you were going, but that wouldn’t last long. “The first big storm of the season, actually.”

The fact that he admitted that he gets lonely hurts your heart, and you’re glad he decided to come over. “Oh yeah? Well I’m grateful you wanted to come over just to make sure I was okay, it means a lot to me.” It really did, you had relaxed now that he was here, and you definitely felt safer.

“Of course, but uh, that’s actually not the only reason that I came by.”

You looked at him curiously, raising a brow. “Oh? Well, what else can I do for you?”

“Well, I was just curious, how old are ya, lass?”

You blushed a bit at the nickname he’s called you twice now, but smiled. “I’m 23, 24 next month.”

“Oh, so not much younger than me, I just turned 30 in September.”

He was only 30?! You were surprised, not that he looks old or anything, but damn he was actually somewhat close to your age. “Oh wow, yeah only 6 years older, not too horrible.” You felt a lot more confident now, and you were itching to make a move, and you had a feeling that he wanted to do the same. “So, no electricity, just us and these candles.” You set a hand on his knee, not taking the time to think about it, you just wanted to take action.

He glanced at his knee then up at you. “You’re right, it is only us, and it seems like we have the same idea.” Without another word, he pulled you to him, crashing his lips against yours. You kissed him back as he set his hands on your lower back, you wrapping your arms around his neck as you two kissed. The thunder roared as Niall gently pulled back, looking up at you. “I’m sorry, I had-”

You didn’t let him finish, and kissed him again. He kissed back, his hands running down to the hem of your shirt. You pulled back, raising your arms up as he pulled it up, and tossing it aside once it was off. “Fuck, I’ve thought about this for so long, Niall.” You moved to the floor, smiling up at him. “Just, on the floor is how I’ve been imagining it.”

He looked down at you with a smirk, and chuckled. “That sounds like a great idea.” He pulled his own shirt off before joining you on the floor, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him. “God, you look so fucking good right now, and we don’t even have everything off yet, petal.” He ran his hands up your back, unclipping your bra, and pulling it off in one fluid motion. His eyes went wide and he smiled, gently laying you back and leaning in, taking one of your nipples in his mouth, gently teasing it with his tongue.

Fuck, he knew what he was doing, and it only made you feel like you had to tell him the truth before things went any further. “Ni, hold on a sec.” You watched as he pulled his head back, looking at you with concern.

“What’s wrong, petal? You’re comfortable, right?”

“Oh absolutely, trust me you’d know if I wasn’t.” You took a breath. “This is just my first time doing anything sexual.” It was true, throughout college you did go to parties and such, but never went home with anybody or anything like that, and honestly, you hadn’t felt like you were ready. However, you felt something different with Niall since the day you met him, and deep down you knew that you wanted him as your first time, it was only just now becoming real.

He was quiet for a moment, then smiled. “So I’m your first time for like, anything?”

You nodded. “Yeah, but like, I’ve used toys before, if that counts” You let out a light laugh.

“Yeh, toys can help you adjust to having something inside you, but I’ll still be super gentle, and we don’t even have to do that, we can start light with fingering to get things going, how’s that sound?” He gently set his hands on your breasts, smiling down at you.

You thought about it for a moment, and smiled. “Yeah, that would be great, actually.” You loved that he was willing to help get you comfortable with everything, you had no reason to worry about him not wanting someone inexperienced.

Giving your breasts a gentle squeeze, he nodded. “You’re in good hands, lass.” He ran his hands down your sides, pulling your sweats down along with your panties, pulling them off your legs and setting them on the couch.

“You gotta catch up, Ni.” You joked while sitting up, undoing his button on his pants before pulling them down his legs, smiling at his red briefs as he helped you pull his pants off. You hooked your fingers around the waistband before pulling his briefs down, his erection now in full view, and the first time you’ve ever seen one in person. You let him take over getting his underwear off as you looked at his dick, shocked. “Woah.”

He smirked, stroking it once his hands were free. “Glad ya like it, petal. Now lay back, yeah?”

You obeyed, laying back on the carpet, bending your knees, watching as Niall gently opened your legs. “I’m excited, Ni.”

“Good, you should be, m’gonna make you feel so good, lass.” He looked around before looking at you. “Wouldn’t happen to have lube, would ya?”

“Um, I might have to check, it’s been a minute since I’ve used it on myself.” You blushed as you admitted your toy use. You stood up, smiling down at him. “I’ll be right back, unless you want to come with me?”

“I’ll be right here, love.” He said with a smile. If he was being honest, he liked the idea of having sex by candlelight on your living room floor, and feared that going with you would have the opportunity to change locations. As you checked your bedroom for the lube, he looked around your living room, and smiled. It was starting to grow darker outside and the room was lit by the candles. He felt a very romantic vibe, and was so excited to be the first one to give you this experience.

You walked back in with the lube in your hand, holding it up triumphantly. “Got it!” You sat back on the floor, handing it to him with a smile. “I’m kind of nervous, but I’m definitely ready.”

He gently laid you back with a chuckle, leaning down and pressing a kiss against your forehead. “I promise you’re in good hands, just relax, lass.” He opened your legs again, gently rubbing your inner thighs. “You have such a pretty pussy, y’know that?” He opened the lube, squeezing some out onto his fingers. “Take a deep breath, petal.”

You obeyed, taking a deep breath, but you tensed up a bit when you felt him gently insert a finger. “Sorry, Ni.” You took another breath, relaxing on your exhale as he began to push it in and out slowly.

“S’alright petal, just relax.” He slowly picked up the pace, moving his finger back and forth. “You’re doing so well, such a good lass, aren’t ya?” He asked, slowly inserting another finger.

“I am, Niall. So good for you.” You rested your head on the floor, letting out a soft moan as he rocked his two fingers back and forth, and you couldn’t believe that this is what you’ve been missing out on. “Fuck, faster please?” You asked, wanting to stay polite while also getting him to pick up the pace.

“Atta girl, asking nicely.” He picked up the pace, smirking down at you. “Glad you’re enjoyin’, petal.”

You could feel your orgasm building up, and you knew it wouldn’t be much longer. “I think I’m close, Ni.’ Once you said that, he pulled his fingers out, causing you to let out a soft whine at the emptiness. “Ni?” You ask, looking up at him with confusion to see him stroking his dick.

“Don’t worry petal, just getting ready, lay back down,” He set a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you back into a lying position. “I don’t have a condom, but don’t worry, I’ll be sure to pull out, sound good?”

“Yeah, I like that idea. I’m so ready for you, Niall.” You shut your eyes again as he lined up with your entrance, slowly pushing in. You went to tense up, but remembered that it wouldn’t help. You let out a gasp when he pushed in, and he stopped for a moment, looking down at you with concern. It took you a minute to adjust to his size, but you eventually gave him an approving nod, and he began to move again.

“Fuck petal, yer so fuckin’ tight, you sure you’re okay?” He asked as he picked up one of his hands, using it to run his fingers through your hair. Once you nodded, he smiled. “Alright lass, I’m only gonna go half, make it a bit more comfortable for ya, is that alright?’

You thought for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, that’s probably best, it’s okay with me.” You loved that he was so open with communication, it showed you that he truly did have your best interest in mind, and that he wanted to make you as comfortable as possible. Once he was in, he gave you a nod.

“Alright petal, tell me when you’re ready.”

You took a few moments to adjust to his size before nodding. “I’m ready, Ni.”

With that, he started gently thrusting in, pulling back, and thrusting in again. A mix of pain and pleasure coursed through your body as you laid your head back on the carpet, looking at the glow on the ceiling from the candles. By now, the sun was mostly down, and the street was dark from the outage. The only thing lighting this session was the soft glow of candlelight, and you thought that was sexy as well. “Can you please speed up a bit?” You asked, shutting your eyes and letting out a moan when he did just that. You weren’t expecting it, you thought he was going to say something first. “Fuck, just like that, Ni!” You brought your arms up, setting your hands on his back as he pumped into you, looking at him and not breaking eye contact. God, he looked so fucking beautiful like this. You couldn’t help but set a hand on the back of his head,and pulled him in for a kiss while he kept thrusting. As you kissed, you could feel your orgasm building once more, and you broke the kiss. “I’m close again, Ni.”

“So am I baby, let go, I want you to cum on my dick.” He kissed your neck, picking up the pace just a tad.

The slight change of speed was enough to send you over the edge, and pleasure waved through your body as you hit your high, finishing all over his dick. You heard him let out a loud moan, followed by a loud “fuck!”, and he quickly pulled out, adjusting himself so his dick was over your chest, groaning as the cum shot out, covering your breasts and chest. It was hot to watch him spilling out onto you, you would definitely remember it.

As you both came down from your highs, you looked at Niall with a smile. “That was so good, Ni. I loved every second.”

He smiled down at you before laying on the floor next to you. “Glad you enjoyed it, lass. Do you want to go clean yourself up, or do you want to maybe taste it?”

You shook your head. “No, I want the first time I taste you to be from sucking you off, so why don’t I go clean up, and we can try some other things?”

Niall’s eyes lit up, and he nodded. “Yes, absolutely! Go on, petal, why don’t I come with you this time and you can show me the bedroom?”

Hearing that made you excited, and you stood up, pulling him up with you. “I think that’s a great idea.” You quickly blew out the lit candles before grabbing a flashlight and leading Niall to your bedroom.

You weren’t afraid of thunderstorms anymore.

A/N: hi everyone! Currently in the middle of a 24 hour readathon, but taking a break to post this for yall! please enjoy, i love the single dad aspect hehe.

all the love x

[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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[annakaterinaa]

I love it when men go from:

“Yes, sir, your daughter will be home at 8 o’clock.”

To:

“Your daughter calls me daddy too.” within seconds

[stellatekintsugi]

Niall Horan

[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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jeon jungkook

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Our Secret (Niall Horan x reader) - Fic Request

Anonymous request: probably the most cliché request ever but i never read a fic like that so here goes nothing. i would love for the reader to be louis sister and her and niall always having that tension for years. niall is absolutely in love with reader and reader is feeling the same. maybe they could date in secret before louis (ever the overprotective brother) and the rest of the band finds out?

Tags: Niall x reader, Louis x sister!reader, angst, fluff

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You’ve known Niall for years—long enough to understand his quirks, his humor, and the way his eyes light up when he’s truly happy. Long enough to know that the fluttering in your stomach whenever he’s near isn’t something that’s going to fade.

What you didn’t expect was realising he feels the same way.

It started with the small things: the way his laughter lingers a little longer when you make a joke, or how he always seems to find an excuse to sit next to you. But no matter how much you both might wish otherwise, there’s always been one undeniable obstacle—Louis.

Louis, your fiercely protective older brother, who’s made it abundantly clear he doesn’t trust anyone when it comes to you. Especially not one of his best mates.

But tonight, something shifts.

The others have gone to bed, leaving the flat quiet for the first time all day. Niall is sitting close, closer than usual, his knee brushing yours. He’s fiddling with the frayed hem of his sweatshirt, his fingers moving restlessly like he’s trying to keep them busy. You can feel his nervous energy like it’s something tangible in the air between you.

“I shouldn’t be saying this,” he starts, his voice barely louder than a whisper. “I mean, I probably shouldn’t even be here right now.”

Your stomach twists, a mix of nerves and anticipation. “Why not?” you ask, your voice quieter than you intended.

He hesitates, his eyes fixed on his hands. For a moment, you think he’s going to drop it, but then he lifts his gaze to meet yours, and the vulnerability there takes your breath away.

“Because every time I’m around you,” he says, his voice shaking just slightly, “it gets harder to pretend I don’t feel this. That I don’t want this.”

You swallow hard, the words sinking into you like the weight of a long-held secret finally exposed. The air feels heavier now, charged, and you can’t seem to find the right words.

“Niall…” You trail off, unsure how to start, unsure how to hold onto this moment without shattering it.

He shifts closer, the couch dipping under his weight. “Tell me I’m not mad,” he pleads softly, his Irish accent wrapping around the words. “Tell me I’m not the only one who feels this.”

Your breath catches. You want to say something, to reassure him, but all you can do is nod. His expression softens, his lips curving into the faintest smile, like he’s relieved and terrified all at once.

“I’ve liked you for years,” you admit, the words tumbling out like they’ve been waiting to escape. “But I didn’t think—”

Before you can finish, he moves. His hand brushes against your cheek, tentative and warm, his thumb tracing the edge of your jaw. “I’ve liked you just as long,” he murmurs, his breath mingling with yours.

Your heart is pounding so loudly you’re sure he can hear it, and when he leans in, you meet him halfway. The moment your lips touch, it’s like the world shifts on its axis.

His lips are soft, moving against yours with a mixture of hesitation and hunger, like he’s been imagining this as long as you have. You can taste the faint sweetness of the tea he had earlier and feel the slight scratch of his stubble against your skin. The warmth of his hand spreads along your cheek, grounding you in the moment as his other hand rests lightly on your waist, pulling you just a little closer.

Your fingers tangle in his hoodie, gripping tightly as the kiss deepens. Time seems to stretch and blur until it’s just him, the press of his lips, the scent of his cologne—something woodsy and clean—and the dizzying heat building in your chest.

When you finally break apart, both of you are breathless. His forehead rests against yours, and his hand lingers on your waist like he’s afraid to let go.

“This is… dangerous,” you whisper, though your voice lacks conviction.

“Yeah,” he agrees, his lips brushing against your temple in a way that makes your stomach flip. “But I don’t care. Not anymore.”

You lean back just enough to look at him, your fingers still gripping his hoodie. “Louis will kill us. Both of us.”

He chuckles softly, though there’s a seriousness in his eyes. “He might. But we can keep it quiet—for now, at least. Just you and me.”

You hesitate, the weight of his words settling over you. It’s a risk, a huge one, but when you look at him, the way he’s watching you like you’re the only thing that matters, you know it’s worth it.

“Okay,” you say finally, your voice firm. “Just us.”

He grins then, that boyish, heart-melting smile that makes you feel like you’re the luckiest person in the world. “We’ll figure it out,” he says, his hand slipping down to entwine with yours. “Sneak around, keep it low-key. We’ve got this.”

You nod, a matching smile tugging at your lips. “We’ve got this.”

And as you sit there, your hands clasped and the weight of the secret pressing against your chest, you can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. It’s dangerous, yes, but for the first time in years, it feels like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be—with him.

...

The days following your and Niall’s decision to date in secret are a mix of exhilaration and anxiety. Every glance, every touch feels like it carries more weight, and the constant balancing act between sneaking moments together and keeping Louis in the dark makes your heart race for all the right—and wrong—reasons.

It starts with little things. A lingering touch when the others aren’t looking. A whispered joke that only the two of you understand. One day, you and Niall manage to steal a quick moment alone in the hallway when Louis and Harry are busy arguing over a video game.

“Do you ever get tired of being sneaky?” you whisper, glancing toward the living room to make sure no one’s coming.

Niall grins, his blue eyes twinkling as he steps closer. “Not when it means I get to do this.” He leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a feather-light kiss that leaves you breathless.

Before you can respond, Louis shouts your name from the other room, and you both jump apart like guilty kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Niall laughs softly, his breath warm against your cheek. “The things I do for you.”

Keeping your relationship a secret is harder than either of you anticipated. Louis’s protectiveness borders on paranoia at times, and the others are observant in ways you hadn’t counted on.

One afternoon, everyone’s sprawled out in the living room. You’re sitting on the couch with your legs tucked under you, trying not to laugh too hard at something Niall says. He’s sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, but the way his head tilts back when he laughs makes your heart flutter.

Louis notices the way your gaze lingers a little too long. “Why are you staring at Niall like that?” he asks, his tone light but with an edge of suspicion.

You freeze, heat rushing to your cheeks. “I wasn’t staring,” you say quickly, reaching for a nearby throw pillow and hugging it to your chest.

“Yeah, she was,” Harry chimes in, smirking as he stretches out on the floor. “What’s going on there?”

“Nothing!” you and Niall say at the same time, your voices a little too loud.

The room falls quiet for a beat before Louis narrows his eyes. “Right. Nothing. Just keep it that way.”

The tension hangs in the air even after the conversation moves on, and later, when you and Niall find yourselves alone in the kitchen, you can’t help but sigh.

“He’s going to figure it out,” you say, pressing your hands to your face.

Niall steps closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Not if we’re careful. He’s suspicious, but he’s not a mind reader.”

“Yet,” you mutter, making him laugh.

...

The night is quiet, the kind of silence that makes everything feel softer and more intimate. Niall’s room is dimly lit by the faint glow of his bedside lamp, casting golden light across the space. You’re lying in his arms, your head nestled against his chest as his hand draws lazy circles on your back.

His hoodie, oversized and smelling like him, drapes over your shoulders, and you feel utterly at peace in this stolen moment. His heartbeat thuds steadily under your ear, a soothing rhythm that makes you forget, even briefly, about the world outside the four walls of his room.

“This feels too perfect,” you whisper, tilting your head to look up at him.

Niall’s lips curve into that boyish grin that always melts your heart. “Because it is perfect,” he murmurs, leaning down to brush a soft kiss against your forehead. “Even if we’re sneaking around.”

You laugh quietly, your breath warm against his chest. “Especially because we’re sneaking around.”

His fingers gently tilt your chin up, his blue eyes meeting yours with a tenderness that makes your stomach flutter. “You’re worth all of it, you know. The sneaking, the risk, everything.”

Your chest tightens with emotion as his lips meet yours, soft and unhurried. It’s not the kind of kiss filled with urgency or passion but something deeper, sweeter—a promise. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin as his other arm pulls you closer.

Time seems to stand still until you realize how late it’s gotten. You sigh reluctantly, pulling back just enough to rest your forehead against his. “I should go. Louis will start getting suspicious if I’m gone too long in the mornings.”

Niall groans softly, his hand trailing down your arm to tangle with your fingers. “Do you really have to?”

You grin, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Yes. But I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Reluctantly, you slip out of bed, smoothing down the hoodie you borrowed and quietly padding toward the door. You glance back once to see him watching you, his head propped up on one hand, and he shoots you a wink that makes your cheeks warm.

The hallway is dark and silent, the rest of the house seemingly asleep. You take careful steps, doing your best to avoid the creaky spots in the floor. You’re halfway down the hall, a victorious smile forming on your lips, when you turn a corner and bump straight into someone.

The sound of a sloshing mug and a soft curse break the silence, and you freeze, your heart plummeting. Liam stands before you, wearing pajama bottoms and a sleepy frown, a mug of tea in one hand.

“Oh,” you whisper, panic tightening your throat. “Hi.”

His eyes drift from you to the hoodie you’re wearing—Niall’s hoodie—and then back toward the hallway where you’d just come from. His brow furrows slightly as the pieces fall into place.

“Were you just in Niall’s room?” His voice is low but calm, more curious than accusatory.

You open your mouth to deny it, but the look on his face stops you. Liam has always been the dad of the group—the reasonable one, the one you can’t lie to even if you tried. “I… yeah. I was.”

He raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “So, it’s true then. You and Niall?”

Your cheeks burn as you glance down, nodding. “We’ve been… seeing each other. But you can’t say anything, Liam. Please. Especially not to Louis.”

Liam sighs, his expression softening. He leans against the wall, setting his mug on the nearby table. “I had a feeling. Niall’s been head over heels for you for ages.”

You blink, caught off guard. “He told you?”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “He didn’t have to. I’ve known him long enough to see it. The way he looks at you… it’s pretty obvious. I think it’s great, really.”

Relief washes over you, but it’s short-lived when Liam’s face grows more serious. “But Louis… you know how protective he is. How do you think he’s going to take this?”

Your stomach twists. “Not well,” you admit. “That’s why we’re keeping it quiet. We’re not trying to hurt him or anything.”

“I know you’re not,” Liam says, his voice steady. “But this won’t stay a secret forever. Louis isn’t clueless, and when he finds out, it’s going to hit him hard.”

“We’ll figure it out,” you say, though the words sound hollow even to your own ears. “We just need more time.”

Liam studies you for a long moment before nodding. “Alright. I won’t say anything. But you two need to be careful, yeah? The last thing we need is Louis losing it.”

“Thank you, Liam,” you whisper, the weight of his understanding bringing tears to your eyes.

He smiles, patting your shoulder. “Just remember—you owe me. And if this blows up, don’t expect me to mediate.”

You laugh quietly, the tension easing just a little. “Deal.”

As Liam heads back toward his room, you exhale deeply, your heart still racing. You slip back into your own room, climbing into bed with a mixture of relief and nerves swirling in your chest.

When your phone buzzes with a text from Niall—“Miss you already. Was it smooth?”—you can’t help but smile. Not exactly, you reply, but we’re safe.

For now.

...

It’s late, and the house is buzzing with laughter and chatter from the movie still playing in the other room. The group is in the living room, engaged in a heated debate over what to watch next, but you and Niall have quietly slipped away, seeking refuge in the kitchen. Your excuse is simple: you’re getting more snacks.

But the real reason is that the need to be near Niall, even for a few moments, has grown too strong to ignore. It’s been a long week of stolen glances and fleeting touches, and tonight, you both decided to take advantage of the quiet moments when the others are distracted.

You’re standing by the fridge, your hand brushing against Niall’s as you reach for the chips on the top shelf. You both laugh quietly at something, the shared secret between you two making every stolen moment feel precious, almost fragile. The weight of the quiet intimacy between you is a heady mix of excitement and fear, the knowledge that at any moment someone could walk in on you making this all the more thrilling.

You turn to face Niall, and his eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense and warm. You lean in just a bit, his breath mingling with yours, the space between you narrowing until you can feel his heartbeat against your chest. It’s as though the outside world has fallen away, and there’s only this moment, only the two of you.

Then, you hear it. The unmistakable sound of footsteps, followed by the faintest of door creaks.

You pull back quickly, heart pounding, but it’s too late. Zayn steps into the kitchen, his eyes immediately flicking between you and Niall with that knowing, calm gaze of his. He doesn’t look surprised—he’s always been perceptive, the one who reads between the lines, who notices the little details others miss.

For a moment, no one speaks. The air feels thick, heavy with the weight of being caught. You try to stammer out an explanation, but Zayn holds up a hand, his expression serene, the faintest of smirks playing at the corner of his lips.

“Don’t say anything,” he says quietly, his voice almost a whisper, as if to avoid drawing attention. “I’m not here to make a big deal out of it.”

You exchange a quick look with Niall, and relief floods through you. Zayn isn’t angry—he’s calm, understanding, the kind of person who always knows how to diffuse a tense moment.

“I had a feeling,” Zayn continues, leaning casually against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed. “I’ve seen the way you two look at each other.” His gaze softens, and there’s a brief, knowing smile on his face. “And honestly? I’m not surprised. You two have been dancing around each other for ages.”

You swallow nervously, trying to steady your breathing. “We’re...we’re just being careful, Zayn. Louis—he’d—”

Zayn cuts you off with a nod. “I know. Louis wouldn’t take kindly to this.” He pauses, his eyes thoughtful. “I get it. You don’t want to hurt him.”

His tone is understanding, and it’s a relief to hear someone say it out loud, to have someone who understands the situation, the delicate balance you’re trying to maintain. The last thing you want is to hurt Louis, but you’ve known for a while that your feelings for Niall are something you can’t just ignore.

“We’re not telling anyone,” Niall says, his voice steady despite the nerves still lingering in the air. “We’ll keep it between us for now.”

Zayn’s eyes flicker to Niall, then back to you, his gaze sharp but not unkind. “Good. Keep it that way. Just… be careful. Louis is protective, and if he finds out before you’re ready…” He trails off, letting the unspoken words hang in the air.

You nod, the weight of Zayn’s words settling deep in your chest. “We will. We just need a little more time.”

Zayn gives a small smile, one that’s calm but reassuring. “I’ll keep your secret. Just promise me you’ll be careful. Don’t let anyone else find out, and don’t put yourselves in a position where Louis might catch on.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and Niall shoots Zayn a grateful look. “Thanks, man. We really appreciate it.”

“Of course,” Zayn says, his voice low and sincere. “I know you two are good for each other. Just… don’t make things harder than they need to be.”

With that, Zayn turns to leave, pausing just long enough to glance back over his shoulder with a wink. “And hey, try not to get caught next time.”

As he walks out of the kitchen, you and Niall exchange a silent look, both of you processing the encounter. Zayn, as always, has been the calm in the storm, and though the situation is still tense, you can’t help but feel a little lighter now that the secret is out between the two of you. Zayn has given his blessing without making a fuss, and for that, you’re thankful.

But the fear lingers. Louis doesn’t know. And he can never find out.

...

It’s a quiet evening, and the house is filled with the low hum of the others hanging out downstairs. You and Niall, however, have managed to slip away from the group, sneaking into his room under the guise of needing a little privacy. It's been a long week of playing it cool, keeping your relationship a secret, but tonight, the need to be close to Niall is overwhelming.

The door clicks softly behind you, and before you even think about it, Niall’s hands are gently guiding you toward the bed. There’s a new intensity in his gaze, the kind of look that makes your pulse race, as if he can’t wait another moment.

You crawl onto the bed, and Niall follows, the space between you growing smaller with each passing second. His breath brushes against your neck, sending a wave of shivers down your spine. There’s something electric about the way he looks at you—like he’s seeing you for the first time, even though this has been going on for weeks now.

You meet his lips halfway, the kiss soft at first, tentative. But soon, the pressure deepens, and you can feel Niall’s body pressing closer, his hands finding their way to your back, pulling you into him. You can’t help but melt into the kiss, the sweetness of it, the urgency of it, filling the air between you two. It’s a stolen moment, a piece of heaven you’re both willing to hold onto for as long as possible.

You barely notice the time passing, the rest of the world fading as you get lost in him, in the way his lips move against yours, in the way his touch sends warmth spreading through your body. It’s just the two of you, and it feels perfect, like everything has finally fallen into place.

But then, just as the kiss deepens, the sound of a knock at the door jolts you both into reality.

“Oi, Niall. You in there?”

Your eyes snap open in panic. It’s Harry.

Niall freezes, pulling back from the kiss so quickly that it almost feels like the world has stopped. You both stare at the door, heartbeats syncing in a frantic rhythm, unsure whether to answer or stay completely silent. You hear the sound of footsteps, and for a moment, you hope that maybe—just maybe—Harry will walk away.

But then the door swings open, and there he is.

Harry stands in the doorway, his eyes immediately widening as he takes in the sight before him: you and Niall, sitting close on the bed, faces flushed and breathless from the kiss.

For a moment, Harry doesn’t say anything. He just stares at you both, his expression shifting from confusion to realization. His eyes flick between you and Niall, a grin slowly spreading across his face.

“Ah,” he says, his voice filled with amusement. “So this is what’s been going on, huh?”

You feel your face heat up, your hands fumbling to straighten your clothes, and Niall lets out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Harry, it’s—” Niall starts, but Harry holds up a hand to stop him.

“No need to explain. I get it,” Harry says, a teasing grin on his lips. He steps into the room, closing the door behind him with an exaggerated click, like he’s fully committed to this new discovery. “You two have been sneaky little things, huh?”

You glance at Niall, his expression a mix of embarrassment and guilt, but there’s a sense of relief in his eyes, too. It’s like the tension that’s been building between the two of you for weeks has finally burst open, and there’s no going back now.

Harry leans against the doorframe, his grin never faltering. “I had a feeling about you two. Honestly, it was only a matter of time before you couldn’t hide it anymore.” He pauses for a moment, looking at you both with a more thoughtful expression. “But hey, I’m not gonna tell anyone. It’s not my place.”

You blink, surprised by how calm Harry is about this whole situation. It’s almost like he’s been waiting for this moment, and it doesn’t faze him at all.

“You’re not mad?” you ask, your voice small.

Harry chuckles, shaking his head. “Mad? Nah. You two aren’t hurting anyone.” He shrugs, clearly unbothered by the discovery. “But... Louis is another story.” He gives you both a pointed look. “You know how he is.”

Niall rubs his face, letting out a sigh. “We know, mate. We don’t want to hurt him. We just... wanted to keep it quiet for a bit.”

Harry raises an eyebrow, a bit of playful sarcasm creeping into his tone. “Yeah, well, you’ve been keeping it quiet for longer than I thought you would.” He steps further into the room, crossing his arms over his chest. “I mean, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. The way you two have been eyeing each other for weeks now—kind of obvious, don’t you think?”

You cringe slightly, but Harry’s teasing tone softens. He’s not mocking you, just stating the obvious.

“I’m not gonna tell Louis,” Harry says with a casual smile. “But you better be careful. He’s protective, and if he finds out before you’re ready...” He lets the warning hang in the air, knowing full well the consequences that would follow.

“We will. We’re being careful,” Niall says, his voice a little firmer now. “We just don’t want to hurt him, Harry.”

Harry’s expression softens, and for the first time since entering the room, his teasing grin disappears. “I know you don’t. Just... keep it under wraps, yeah? I’m not trying to get dragged into this, but I’m not going to spill the beans either.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Harry’s got your back, even if he’s making jokes about it. But the seriousness in his voice reminds you of what’s at stake.

“Thanks, Harry,” Niall says quietly, his tone sincere.

“Anytime, mate,” Harry says with a wink, his grin returning. “Just try not to get caught again, alright? I don’t want to be the one who has to explain this to Louis.”

You laugh softly, relieved that Harry isn’t going to make this any harder than it already is. As he leaves, you and Niall share a quiet look, the weight of the secret still pressing on your shoulders but feeling a little lighter now that one more person knows.

But deep down, you both know the inevitable is coming. Louis will find out, and when he does... things are going to get complicated.

For now, though, you steal one last glance at Niall, the warmth of his presence still lingering as Harry’s footsteps echo down the hallway. You can’t stop the smile that tugs at your lips, because despite everything, it feels worth it. It’s not perfect, not yet, but you have each other—and that’s enough for now.

...

It’s been a few weeks since Niall and you decided to start your secret relationship, and so far, it’s been surprisingly easy to maintain the ruse. The three boys—Liam, Zayn, and Harry—have kept your secret, offering quiet support whenever you need it, but also teasing you relentlessly, as if they were all in on a game that only you and Niall didn’t know how to play. They’ve all made it clear that they won’t tell Louis, but the weight of keeping this hidden is starting to grow heavier with each passing day.

Things between you and Niall have become more comfortable. When you’re around the boys, there’s an easy familiarity that comes with being together in secret. You find yourselves stealing little touches and fleeting glances without thinking. A hand brushing across Niall’s leg under the table during dinner, a quick kiss on the cheek when no one’s looking. You’re still careful—always aware of the eyes around you—but the thrill of being together in such a small, subtle way feels exhilarating.

But as you start to act more casually around the bandmates who know, the teasing becomes harder to avoid.

One afternoon, you’re all sitting in the living room, the familiar sound of movie chatter filling the space as everyone winds down after a long day. Louis has gone to the bathroom for a moment, the perfect opportunity. You sit next to Niall, your leg brushing against his as you both sink into the couch. It’s second nature now, these little moments of closeness—something so simple, but so intimate.

Liam glances over at the two of you, his eyes narrowing as if he’s catching onto something. You freeze for a second, wondering if he’s about to call you out, but instead, he just chuckles softly to himself.

“Alright, lovebirds,” he says, leaning back in his chair, clearly amused. “I’ve seen enough now.”

You and Niall share a quick look, both of you feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. You know Liam isn’t really angry, just teasing, but the constant reminders of your secret are beginning to feel suffocating.

“You two are practically joined at the hip these days,” Liam continues, his grin widening. “It’s cute, really, but maybe not so much when you’re doing it right under my nose.”

Niall laughs nervously, shifting slightly in his seat. “We’re just comfortable, mate. Nothing wrong with that.”

Zayn, sitting on the other side of the room, raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smile. “Comfortable? Is that what we’re calling it now?” He leans forward slightly, his voice low and teasing. “I’m starting to think you two are a bit too comfortable. You’ve been all over each other lately.”

You feel your face flush, your heart beating faster as the weight of their teasing settles in. Zayn might not be as overt about it as Liam, but his sharp, observant gaze doesn’t miss a thing.

“Come on, it’s fine,” Harry pipes up from the other side of the room, grinning like he’s been waiting for this moment. “We all know about the secret. You don’t need to keep pretending like it’s some big mystery.”

You bite your lip, trying to hide your nervousness. It’s not that you mind the teasing, but it’s starting to feel like it’s more than just playful fun. There’s an edge to it now, a hint of something more serious.

“I don’t know,” Harry continues, his grin growing mischievous. “I think it’s kind of adorable, watching you two try so hard to keep it under wraps. You’ve been sneaking around for weeks now. How’s it feel, huh?”

Niall runs a hand through his hair, his nerves visible. He’s always been good at handling teasing, but this is different. This feels like pressure, like everyone is waiting for you both to slip up.

“It’s... fine,” you say, trying to sound casual, but your voice comes out a little too high-pitched. You catch Niall’s eye, and you can both feel the underlying tension building. This is no longer just about playful teasing—it’s a reminder of how precarious the whole situation is.

Liam leans forward, his tone suddenly more serious. “But seriously, you guys need to be careful. Louis doesn’t know, and if he finds out before you’re ready...” He trails off, letting the warning hang in the air.

You stiffen, the weight of his words settling heavily in your stomach. It’s been a constant undercurrent since the beginning—Louis. The one person you don’t want to hurt. But despite all the warnings, the teasing, the subtle jabs, it feels like the pressure is building.

“We know,” Niall says, his voice firm, though you can hear the anxiety behind it. “We’re being careful. We just... don’t want to lie to Louis. But we’re also not ready to tell him yet.”

Zayn, who’s been quiet up until this point, looks over at you both, his expression unreadable. “You can’t keep this a secret forever. It’s already becoming obvious to everyone, and sooner or later, someone’s going to slip. And when that happens, it’s gonna be a lot worse than just a few teasing comments.”

The room falls silent, the weight of Zayn’s words sinking in. You can feel the air shift, the once-casual banter taking on a more serious tone.

“We’re just trying to figure things out,” you finally say, your voice quiet, trying to keep calm. “We know it’s not going to be easy, but we’re doing what we can.”

Liam nods slowly, his eyes softening. “I get it. But just... think about Louis. He’s not gonna take this lightly if he finds out. You know how he is.”

You nod, your chest tightening. Every conversation like this feels like another reminder of the risk you’re taking. Keeping the secret from Louis has been hard, and as the weeks pass, it’s only becoming harder to keep up the facade.

But the idea of telling him makes your stomach churn. Louis is your brother, and you know he cares about Niall, but he’s protective. He’d never want to see you hurt, and the thought of his reaction—of the tension it could cause between you, Niall, and him—feels like too much to bear.

“We’re trying,” Niall says again, his voice quieter now, but firm. “We don’t want to hurt Louis. We just need more time.”

Harry gives a short, understanding nod, but there’s a smirk on his lips. “Just don’t make it too obvious, alright? I’m happy for you two, really, but I’m starting to think even I don’t want to watch you two play footsie under the table again.”

The room erupts into laughter, but you can’t shake the tight knot in your stomach. The teasing has started to feel less like fun and more like a warning. The pressure is building, and no matter how much you try to enjoy the time you have with Niall, the inevitable truth remains—you can’t keep hiding this forever.

...

The day you’ve dreaded finally arrives.

It’s another quiet evening. The house is filled with the hum of conversation and the soft sounds of the television. Everyone is winding down, and you and Niall take the opportunity to slip away to his room. The door clicks shut behind you, and the moment it does, you both relax, the weight of the day momentarily forgotten. You sit beside each other on the bed, sharing a stolen kiss—one of those kisses that, despite the danger of being caught, always feels so right.

You close your eyes, savoring the softness of his lips, the warmth of his touch, when suddenly, the door swings open.

Louis stands in the doorway, his expression one of sheer disbelief, his chest heaving as his eyes flick from you to Niall. You freeze, your heart hammering in your chest. Niall pulls away, his face pale, as both of you scramble for words, but none come.

Louis’s voice breaks the silence, low but filled with pure rage. "WHAT THE FUCK?"

You try to speak, to explain, but the words stick in your throat. His eyes flash with anger and hurt, the weight of betrayal heavy in the room. "You—" he points to Niall, his hands trembling with fury. "You’ve been lying to me this whole time? My fucking sister?"

There’s no chance to reply before Louis steps into the room, his voice rising with every syllable. "I trusted you! I thought you were my mate, Niall, and you—" His words cut deep, the betrayal thick in the air. "And you—" His gaze turns to you, his expression faltering for just a second. "You’re my sister, (Y/N). My little sister. How could you do this to me?"

You scramble to your feet, panic setting in as you try to form an explanation, but Louis’s fury overwhelms any attempt you make. Niall stands up quickly, stepping between you and Louis, his face set in grim determination. "Louis, I’m so sorry, but I never meant to hurt you," Niall says, his voice calm but filled with emotion. "I love her. I always have."

Louis doesn’t seem to hear the words. His eyes are dark with anger as he steps forward, fists clenched, but before he can move further, the sound of heavy footsteps echoes down the hall. The other boys—Liam, Zayn, and Harry—rush in, their faces a mix of confusion and concern. They’re too late, though. The damage has already been done.

Louis’s eyes snap to them, narrowing as he takes in their calm expressions. "You all knew?" he spits, his voice hoarse with rage. "You knew about this? And you didn’t tell me?" His chest heaves with each breath, the realization dawning on him. He connects the dots with shocking clarity, his gaze shifting between Niall and the others. "You were all in on this? And you didn’t say anything? How could you let me look like a fucking idiot?"

Liam, his voice low and steady, tries to step forward, but Louis cuts him off with a sharp, dismissive motion. "Don’t," he snaps. "Don’t fucking touch me." His eyes burn with fury, and it’s clear that he’s no longer able to keep his emotions in check. "I trusted all of you. You were supposed to be my friends! My family!"

Zayn, who’s been silent up until now, speaks softly but with an edge in his tone. "Louis, mate, calm down. This isn’t the way to handle it." But Louis is beyond listening. His eyes are fixed on Niall, who stands tall, ready to face whatever’s coming his way.

But Niall doesn’t move to fight back. He doesn’t raise his fists. Instead, he stands his ground, his voice firm and calm as he looks Louis dead in the eye. "Louis, I get it. You’re angry. I’d be angry too. But I love her. And I always have. This isn’t just some fling for me. This is real, and I’m not going to lie about it. Not to you, not to anyone."

Louis’s face twists with disgust, the raw emotion on display. "You think I’ll just let you get away with this? You think I’ll just let you fucking be with my sister, behind my back? What the hell’s wrong with you?" His hands curl into fists again, shaking with the force of his anger, and he takes another step toward Niall.

But Niall doesn’t back down. He doesn’t flinch. His chest rises and falls with each breath, and his gaze never wavers from Louis. "You want to hit me, Louis? You want to beat the shit out of me? Go ahead. I’ll take it. I’ll let you. I’ll take every punch, every hit. Because I’m not going anywhere. I love her, and I always will. Nothing you do will change that."

Louis’s jaw clenches, his fists shaking, but there’s a hesitation now. A moment of doubt. For a split second, it feels like he’s going to break. That he might finally step back, finally process what Niall is saying. But then, something in him snaps, and he lunges forward, throwing a punch that catches Niall off guard.

The blow lands hard, and Niall stumbles back, but he doesn’t retaliate. He doesn’t throw a punch back. He stands there, his face showing no signs of backing down, even as the blood begins to trickle down from his lip where Louis hit him.

The other boys are in motion immediately, trying to intervene. Liam grabs Louis by the shoulders, his grip firm but not aggressive. "Louis, stop!" he says, his voice a mix of authority and concern. "This isn’t you. This isn’t how you handle this."

But Louis is furious, his body trembling with rage as he pushes Liam away. "No!" he roars. "He doesn’t get to do this. He doesn’t get to take her from me. I’m her brother. I’m the one who’s supposed to protect her, and he—" His voice cracks with emotion, but the anger still burns in his eyes.

Zayn steps forward, trying to calm Louis, his hand on his shoulder. "Louis, listen to us," Zayn says, his tone softer than the others. "We’re all in this together. Niall didn’t mean to hurt you, and neither did (Y/N). You’re family. But you need to stop before things get worse."

Louis turns to face Zayn, his eyes wild, his breathing erratic. "I don’t care!" he spits. "I don’t care what any of you think! She’s my sister, and he doesn’t get to—"

Harry, finally stepping up from the back, catches Louis’s arm before he can lunge again. "Enough, Lou!" he says, his voice filled with urgency. "You’re making this worse! Stop!"

Louis’s rage is so palpable, so intense, that it seems like the entire room is holding its breath. The space between the five of you is charged with tension, thick with unspoken words and emotions that no one knows how to deal with.

But then, as if all at once, Louis’s shoulders slump, the anger dissipating, replaced by an overwhelming sense of hurt. He looks from Niall to you, his expression faltering. "I don’t know what to do with this," he says, his voice quiet now, breaking. "I don’t know what to do with you two."

The silence that follows feels heavy, suffocating. You stand there, unsure of what to say, the weight of Louis’s words crushing down on you. But you can’t make him understand right now—not when everything is so raw and fresh.

Louis turns and storms out, leaving the room in stunned silence, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

And that's when the anger that's been bubbling inside you erupts. You're standing there, breathless, heart pounding, frustration and hurt flooding your chest. The boys—Liam, Zayn, and Harry—are still standing in the room, their expressions a mixture of concern and hesitation, not sure how to respond to the whirlwind of emotions you’re now releasing.

“Are you all just going to stand there?” you snap, spinning on them, your voice sharp with anger. “You’re okay with this? With him treating Niall like that? Like he’s nothing? Just because he’s my brother doesn’t mean he gets to make decisions for me, and it sure as hell doesn’t give him the right to hurt Niall!”

Liam steps forward, holding his hands up in a calming gesture. “(Y/N), I know you're angry, but—”

“Calm down?” you shout, voice rising higher. “How am I supposed to calm down? He’s acting like I don’t know what I’m doing! Like I’m some child who can’t make my own decisions! I’m not a little girl anymore, Liam! I’m an adult! I get to choose who I love, and I love Niall! But he—” You point toward the door where Louis just stormed out, your voice trembling with rage. “—he doesn’t get that, does he? He doesn't care that I’m happy, or that Niall's been nothing but good to me.”

Niall, who had been standing quietly off to the side, takes a hesitant step forward. You can see the concern in his eyes, but it’s mixed with pain, knowing he’s the one who’s been caught in the middle of all this. He gently places a hand on your shoulder, trying to steady you. "Hey, (Y/N), I know you're upset. But we need to stay calm, alright?"

You spin around, your chest heaving as you face him, but there’s a softness in his eyes that cuts through your fury. “Calm? After that?” you snap, the words feeling heavy as they leave your mouth. "Niall, he’s not listening to me! And he’s hurting you! I can’t just stand there and let him get away with it. I—"

Niall gently squeezes your shoulder, his voice soft but firm. “I know you’re angry, love, but this isn’t helping. Louis is hurt too. He just doesn’t know how to handle it. He doesn’t want to see you hurt. But that doesn’t mean we can’t get through this together.”

You’re not sure whether to punch something or break down in tears. Your hands ball into fists, frustration still bubbling up inside you. "I’m not a little girl anymore, Niall," you say, your voice quieter now but still filled with hurt. "I shouldn’t have to fight for this. I shouldn’t have to fight for us."

Liam steps in, looking between you and Niall, clearly struggling to find the right words. “We just don’t want things to get worse, (Y/N). We know Louis can be a lot, but you need to take a step back. You need to think about how we can fix this, not make it worse.”

Zayn adds in, his calm voice like a balm to your raw emotions. “You know Louis doesn’t mean it like that. He’s just... scared. He’s protective, especially with you.”

“Protective?” you mutter bitterly. “He’s smothering me! He’s treating me like I can’t make my own decisions, like I’m incapable of understanding what’s best for me! I’m not a child anymore!”

“I know, love,” Niall says again, his voice gentle but full of compassion. “But we can’t force him to change overnight. Just... give him time. It’ll work out, I promise.”

Your chest tightens, but something about Niall’s words, his touch, begins to soothe you. You're still angry, but a part of you starts to realize that this fight is bigger than just you and Louis. It's about family, about understanding, and about finding a way to navigate these difficult emotions.

You take a deep breath, letting the tension out slowly, and give Niall a nod. “I’m just so tired, Niall... I’m tired of fighting for what feels right.”

Harry puts a hand on your shoulder, his voice full of empathy. “You’re not alone, (Y/N). We’ve got your back. We’re here for you.”

You nod again, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Thanks, guys."

The room falls into a somber silence for a moment, everyone absorbing the weight of the situation. The tension hangs in the air, but at least for now, you're not alone in it.

...

You stand outside Niall’s door, your heart twisting with guilt and worry. It’s late, and the house is silent, but sleep feels impossible after everything that happened. All you can think about is the hurt look in Niall’s eyes as Louis lashed out, the split lip, the bruise forming along his jaw. You hadn’t even stayed to check on him after the argument, too caught up in your own anger at Louis. Now, the weight of it feels unbearable.

You knock softly, barely a whisper of sound. “Niall?”

There’s a pause, and then his voice comes, quiet but warm. “Come in.”

When you open the door, you find him sitting on the edge of his bed, still in his clothes from earlier, his elbows resting on his knees. The room is dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting shadows over his tired face. The sight of the cut on his lip and the purple blooming along his jaw makes your heart ache.

“Niall…” you whisper, stepping inside and shutting the door behind you.

He looks up at you, his blue eyes meeting yours, and despite the bruises, he smiles softly. “Hey, love. You okay?”

His concern for you, even now, only deepens your guilt. You shake your head, crossing the room quickly to stand in front of him. “I should be asking you that. I’m so sorry, Niall. I should’ve stayed with you. I was so angry at Louis, and I just—”

“Shh.” He reaches out, his hands finding yours and pulling you closer. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I get it. Louis was out of line, but so was I, pushing him like that. Don’t blame yourself.”

You shake your head again, tears threatening to spill. “No, it’s not okay. He hurt you, Niall. And I feel like it’s my fault.”

“It’s not your fault,” he says firmly, his voice steady. “He’ll come around. And honestly, I’d take a hundred punches from Louis if it meant I got to be with you.”

His words hit you like a wave, the love and devotion in his voice so palpable it makes your chest ache. You kneel in front of him, your hands gently cradling his face. “You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve any of it.”

Your fingers trace softly along his bruised jawline, and his eyes flutter closed at your touch. You lean forward, pressing the gentlest kiss to the edge of the bruise, your lips barely brushing his skin. He exhales a shaky breath, his hands resting on your waist as you continue to kiss along the tender spots, trailing up to the corner of his mouth.

When you pull back slightly, your eyes meet his. There’s a moment of stillness, the air between you heavy with unspoken words. Then, like a magnet, you’re drawn back together, your lips finding his in a kiss that’s slow and deep, filled with all the emotions you can’t put into words.

He kisses you back just as passionately, his hands sliding up your sides to pull you onto his lap. His lips are warm and soft, though you can feel the slight sting of his split lip against yours. But he doesn’t seem to care, and neither do you.

When you finally pull back, breathless, you press your forehead to his, your fingers gently brushing over his cheek. “Did I hurt you?” you ask softly, your voice laced with worry. “Your lip… Does it hurt?”

He smiles, his eyes shining with affection. “Yeah, it does a bit.” Then, his grin widens. “But it’s worth it.”

You can’t help but laugh softly, the sound breaking through the heaviness of the night. “You’re impossible,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss his cheek, just below the bruise.

“I’m in love with you, you know,” he says suddenly, his voice low but certain.

Your heart skips a beat, and you pull back just enough to look into his eyes. “I know,” you say softly, a smile spreading across your lips. “And I love you too, Niall. So much.”

His smile is radiant despite the bruises, and he pulls you into his arms, holding you close. You curl up beside him on the bed, your head resting on his chest as his arms wrap around you securely.

As the minutes pass, the tension of the day melts away, replaced by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. His fingers trace soothing patterns along your back, and you feel yourself drifting, the warmth of his embrace grounding you.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” he murmurs sleepily, his voice a soft promise.

You nod against his chest, your eyes closing as you whisper, “As long as we have each other.”

And with that, you fall asleep in his arms, the world outside fading away, leaving only the love you share to carry you through whatever comes next.

...

It’s been a few weeks since the confrontation, and the tension in the house has been palpable. Louis has kept mostly to himself, barely speaking to anyone, giving them all the silent treatment. It’s like he’s built a wall around himself, and no one knows how to break through. The other boys have tried reaching out, but Louis has kept his distance, holding onto his hurt like a shield.

It’s obvious that Louis is still deeply upset—hurt by what happened between him and Niall, and especially by you. He’s not angry anymore, but you can feel the coldness in the air whenever he’s around. No more playful teasing, no more family banter. Just silence.

It doesn’t help that Niall has been trying to give him space, staying quiet and respectful, understanding that Louis needs time to process everything. You’ve tried talking to him, but Louis is still so distant. It feels like there’s a gap that can’t be bridged, and it’s heartbreaking. You’re stuck in a limbo, unsure of how to move forward.

But eventually, something shifts.

Louis begins talking to Liam, Harry, and Zayn again—slowly at first, and then more naturally, like the old days. He gives them brief apologies, especially to Liam, who was on the receiving end of his anger that night. Harry and Zayn, ever the mediators, do their best to make things right. You can tell Louis is trying, even if his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

But when it comes to you and Niall, he stays quiet. He doesn't seek you out. The space between you and him remains, even as he’s mending his relationships with the others. It stings, but you can understand why. He’s still hurt by what happened. He doesn’t know how to look at you without remembering the anger and the hurt.

Then, one evening, it happens. Louis finally comes to you.

You’re sitting in the living room, curled up on the couch with Niall, the two of you quietly chatting, just enjoying the calm of the evening. You’ve both been trying to keep things as normal as possible, but the tension with Louis has been suffocating.

Suddenly, the door to the living room creaks open, and you look up to see Louis standing there. He’s not angry, but the sadness in his eyes is unmistakable. You and Niall exchange a look, both unsure of what to say or how to act.

Louis stands there for a moment, his gaze flickering between the two of you. His hands are shoved in his pockets, and his posture is stiff. It’s clear that whatever he’s about to say has been weighing on him.

Finally, he speaks, his voice quiet but steady. “Can we talk?”

You nod, your stomach flipping. “Of course, Louis. We... we need to talk.”

He walks further into the room, sitting down at the other end of the couch. It’s an awkward silence for a few seconds, the tension thick.

Louis takes a deep breath, as though gathering the courage to say something that’s been weighing on him for a long time. His voice is calm, quieter now, as he looks between you and Niall. "I’ve been angry, and I’ve been hurt. But I also know I’ve been holding onto that anger for too long. And it’s not doing any of us any good." His gaze softens as he looks at Niall, then back to you. "I see how much you care about each other, and I know I can’t stand in the way of that. I was just trying to protect you."

You feel a lump form in your throat, and Niall’s hand finds yours, giving you a gentle squeeze. Louis’s words—his genuine, heartfelt apology—are all you needed to hear.

"You’ve always been my protector, Lou," you say softly, your voice steady but filled with emotion. "But Niall’s always had my back too. He loves me, and I love him. We didn’t mean to hurt you, and I’m sorry we kept it from you. But we couldn’t keep hiding it."

Louis looks down at the floor for a moment, and when he speaks again, it’s with a deep sigh, his voice calmer, almost resigned. "I know, (Y/N). I know. I was just being... selfish, I guess." He looks at Niall now, his tone sincere. "You’ve always been there for her, Niall. And you... you proved something to me that night. That you love her enough to take whatever comes your way for her." His eyes meet yours again, a small, sad smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "If anyone’s good enough for you, it’s him."

Your heart swells at the words, and you see the sincerity in Louis’s eyes. The tension between you all seems to melt away, replaced by something softer—an understanding, a shared love, and a bond that no argument could break.

Niall gives Louis a small nod, his voice steady. "I’ll always protect her. No matter what." He gives you a reassuring smile, the warmth in his eyes reflecting his promise.

Louis exhales, rubbing a hand over his face as though releasing all the weight of the past few weeks. "I don’t like that it’s been this way," he admits, a chuckle escaping his lips. "But I want you two to be happy. Just promise me you’ll talk to me next time. No more secrets, okay?"

You nod, a small smile breaking through as you feel a sense of relief wash over you. "I promise, Lou."

Without warning, Louis moves toward you and Niall, his arms open wide. "Come here," he says, pulling both of you into a group hug. It’s tight, and you feel the sincerity in his embrace. You wrap your arms around him, feeling the love of your big brother who’s finally accepted what he couldn’t for so long.

Niall hugs you both, his hand on the back of Louis’s shoulder, the three of you holding on to each other in a quiet moment of understanding. The tension is gone. The walls are down. And in that moment, everything feels right again.

Louis pulls back just a little, looking at you both with a genuine, if still somewhat amused, smile. "I don’t know what’s next, but at least we’re all in this together now, yeah?"

You nod, your heart full as you look at Niall, then back at Louis. "Yeah. Together."

And with that, the air feels lighter, the weight of the past lifted. You’ve made it through the storm. There’s still work to do, but with the love and support of both your brother and Niall, you know you can face anything together.

[gucciforasushirestaurant]

Are 1D fics dead?

I have an idea, Harry centric, but featuring the rest of the 1D boys (zayn included)....very much old school wattpad mafia 1d vibes haha but elevated!! is that something y'all would like to read??? please let me know!

[loversipod]

Zoom Call

Summary: Niall and y/n are in a long distance relationship and call every night, but one time he got caught up in work and forgot how late it will be by her when he finally does.

Pairing: boyfriend!niall x reader

Wordcount: 550

Trigger warnings: none

Y/n waited all day for Niall to call her. But he didn't, maybe he forgot it. They are in a long-distance relationship, and she is still waiting for a proposal, but he said he waits a bit more until they can live together again.

Instead of sitting the whole time before the laptop and waiting, she decided to do her skincare and get herself ready for bed. Niall is living in another time zone due to his job. He loves his job, but sometimes all he wants is to spend more time with his girlfriend instead of traveling around the world and doing concerts.

He hates to be apart from her. And she does too.

After two hours he still hasn't called and y/n falls asleep. She’s too tired to stay up and wait. Y/n hates time zones. She hates that she can’t be with him or see him whenever she wants, but breaking up isn’t an option; they're both too much in love.

Niall is the love of her life.

Her phone started ringing, she opened her eyes a little bit and searched for the phone, but it wasn't the ringing that came from there. It was Niall calling her.

It took her a while to open her eyes properly and adjust back to the light. She answered his call and he saw the dreamy look on her face. The dreamy look he loves so much. He loves the way her eyes look at him and her lips in that small smile. “Hey, did you sleep well?” He whispers, he doesn't want to be too loud and wake her completely up. She nods, “sorry I got caught up in work.” The dreamy look on her face is so beautiful. He already took a picture.

“Did my skincare and couldn’t stay up,” she spouts. “It's so late here.”

“I know and I am sorry,” he apologies to her, “soon.”

She smiles shortly. “Promise?”

He showed his finger and it made her giggle, “pinky promise,” They talked about everything, from what they had for lunch, to what was the best part of their day (the call). How much they miss each other and how much they love the other person more everyday.

They are perfect for each other.

Y/n mentioned that she loves him and wants to start a family when he’s back and he has the best reaction she saw.

Her boyfriend was so adorable she had to take a picture.

They talked for so long that y/n couldn’t keep her eyes open. She tried her best to stay awake, to talk more but her body didn’t allow her. One thing she didn’t hear was that he’ll come home in two weeks, her eyes were already closed and her eyes shut down. So it will be a perfect surprise for her.

He sang her to sleep and ended the call with a big grin on his face. He’s so happy to see her every day, even when it’s just on the screen of his laptop or phone, but better than not seeing her at all. He loves her too much to only call once in a while. They both need those calls.

After every call, they feel better and more loved by the other one.