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hollywoods favorite it couple

authors note: inspired by this ask i got that read an imagine where y/n is famous singer just like niall and they are hollywood's "it" couple , and fans go crazy everytime they get new pics of two of them together and i loved the idea so i hope u like it anon! ♡♡♡ also, the bold text = tweets ☺️

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upcoming content: fluff, i use the word kisses and smile maybe 8 million times lol, small mentions of anxiety, tiny mentions of alcohol

“what’dya think princess?” niall asked as he spun out of the closet, shooting you his signature finger guns. you looked up from your phone in wonder, a smile spreading across your face when you took in his outfit. niall was practically swallowed by the white hoodie he was wearing, your merchandise he was wearing.

“ni, ‘s‘too big on you!”

“it’s all that was left, figured i’d give you some top notch advertising, yeah?” he laughed and your heart flipped a little at the sound, thinking back to all the niall laughing compilation videos you used to watch on youtube as a teenager and now you could hear it for yourself, whenever you like.

you followed him back into your shared walk in closet, leaning against the wall next to the mirror as he stood in front of it, opening the instagram app, “wow a shoutout from niall the influencer, to what do i owe the pleasure?”

“all you know is totally! totally this, totally that!” you called off screen

“oi! not my fault that’s how you lot talk!”

“oi! not my fault that’s how you lot talk!”

“it isn’t!!” you whined, oblivious to the fact he was still recording.

“it isn’ttttuhhh!” he mocked, immediately bursting into laughter and you rolled your eyes.

“you’re lucky you’re cute, ireland”

“t’ank ya baby” he called back, his voice thousands of times softer than normal, a tone he only spoke to you with.

BITCH DID YOU SEE THIS?!?!? I AM LITERALLY DYING THEY ARE SO CUTE

he is so supportive 🥺🥺 they are such a power couple! king and queen of pop!

now he knows she doesn’t sound like that 😭😭 they’re cute tho or whatever🙄😒 a finger gun video to start her new era off i’m so happy

niall chuckled as he refreshed his twitter page and read what all his and your fans had to say. twitter definitely had its …moments… but today it was connecting his two favorite things, his fans and you.

he glanced at you from over his phone as you say across from him on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone as well, but your forehead was showing prominent stress wrinkles which just wouldn’t do. “baby?” he let out, softly.

“yeah, ni?” you responded, not looking up from your phone.

with a huff he clambered over to you and shoved his face in front of your phone, pressing his forehead to yours, “what’s on yer mind?”

the close proximity between you two caused all your senses to be consumed by niall. and you could never lie to him, you’d never want to anyways. “i’m scared”

his face puckered as he silently encouraged you to go on. “i’m scared people aren’t going to like my song.” you confessed so quietly he almost didn’t hear it, but he did. he always heard what you had to say.

“darling, why would you ever need to worry about dat? you have the voice of an angel.”

“you’re just saying that”

“no ‘m not! i’d tell you if one of yer songs was shite! remember that time in november?”

“great pep talk, ni.” you groaned, moving to get up and go sulk on your own until he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him.

“hey, i’m being serious. you’re so incredible and hardworking, and the single is a masterpiece! one of the best songs i’ve ever heard! no one can write or sing like you, you know that?” he spoke so sincerely and his blue eyes filled with truth, but he could still see your hesitancy.

“look, i’d never lie to ya! but look at what all the fans are sayin’”

he flashed the screen to you and you read the excited and happy messages together, liking the really sweet one's and laughing at the dramatic one's

“maybe ya shouldn’t’ve released the song, petal, look! this poor girl’s sayin she fuckin died!”

you giggled and he pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead, “thank you for making me feel better”

“of course, superstar.”

——

he kissed her nose i repeat… he! kissed! her! nose! AFTER BOOPING IT!!

BOOKSTORE DATE THEY ARE LITERALLY SO ADORABLE

imagine if they read something and leave little annotations with their thoughts then swap it😭🥺🥺🥺 i could cry

the sun was shining through the large glass window as you ran your fingers over the row of books. the book store was pretty much empty except for you, niall and the employee behind the counter.

the two of you were in new york for work and he insisted on taking you to his favorite book store, a little hole in the wall tucked away in an ivy covered building. you two split up once you entered, having different tastes, but you couldn’t help but stare at him as he picked up a book that looked interesting and read the back cover with a curious and peaceful look on his face.

niall felt your eyes on him as he looked up and sent you a soft smile, “find anything ya like?”

“mm, i sure did” you spoke, eyes never leaving his and you watched the blush rise on his cheeks at your implication.

niall lifted the book in his hand and tapped it against your head and then against your nose, placing a kiss on it right after as it scrunched up. “not what i meant, petal.”

“it’s true though.”

niall wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as his bicep flexed against your head. “thank’s for coming with me” he muttered against your hair and you just squeezed him back even tighter before he slipped one arm around your waist and went to the check out, both of you oblivious to the camera men capturing the past two minutes from outside.

——

“it just doesn’t seem like you care but whatever!”

“niall… please spare me the passive aggressiveness okay?”

he let out a dry laugh, “oh so that’s what it is now? just me being passive aggressive? alright.”

your shoulders slumped in defeat as you dropped your heals to the floor, “it’s not about you being passive aggressive okay?” you began as slowly as you could, trying to keep your cool. “i get it, i do, but i HAVE to go and you know it! so whether you’re coming or not, i have to get ready.”

and with that, silence fell over the room except for the zips and shuffling of your clothes and the occasional heavy sigh coming from your stubborn boyfriend. you just couldn’t wrap your head around it, this event had been planned for months, and it was originally you who didn’t want to go but couldn’t help but get excited when tara sent you both pictures of your coordinating outfits: his a nutmeg suit and yours a blush, silk dress. but now he couldn’t even look at his outfit and rolled his eyes whenever you tried to get him up.

you wanted to let it go -let him ride his bad mood out and just make up when you got home- but you were excited. this was your first public event since covid started and you really wanted to go out and spend a good night with the love of your life, but he hadn’t even sent a glance in your direction for the past ten minutes.

“y’leaving now?”

“yeah. i’ll be home around twelve or so.” you replied coldly.

“have fun” he said, sending you a half wave and that made you snap.

“niall i really! i know i said i understood but i really don’t okay?” his head snapped towards yours in surprise at your tone. “we- we planned this for weeks! you texted all your friends that you were gonna be there, i couldn’t get you to shut up about how happy you were to see Tom again, but now you can’t even get your ass up off the couch! what did i do? why don’t you want to go out with me?”

niall felt his resolve melt and his heart crack at your emotional outburst and he bit his lip, weighing his options.

“what do you even plan on doing here all night anyways? just stare at the wall?” you snapped and when he didn’t move a muscle, realization dawned on you.

people couldn’t stop raving about how kind and inviting niall is when they first meet him; all his friends knew he was the best person to go to for a good time, but after a year indoors, going out was daunting for anyone, especially to hundreds of fans, press and industry partners.

“baby… everything’s gonna be okay.” you said, softly making your way to him on the bed, wrapping your arms around his middle, immediately feeling his muscles relax.

“i know, darling. i- i just don’t, i don’t even know how to face that many people at the same time anymore… how to be on all the time. i already feel myself running out of breath.”

your heart stuttered in your chest, guilt creeping up your spine. “that i understand. i feel nervous too, ni. hell, i already want to take this dress off. but i know i can do it because you’re gonna be there with me. just like always, whenever i stumble over my words or don’t know what to say, you swoop in and pick me back up. and i promise you i’ll do the same for you… though i doubt you’ll need me to.”

his large hand enveloped yours as he pressed his lips to your palm. “we can take on the world together, yeah?”

an excited grin painted across your face at the twinkle in his eye and you squeezed his hand three times, “you know it, horan.”

the camera flashes caused your eyes to water a little, feeling more overwhelmed than you thought as directions on how you two should pose and stand were shouted at you.

niall felt you tense as his hand was glued to your back and he looked down at you, “hey.”

“yeah, are you alright?”

“i’m alright, this is a bit boring though, don’t you think?”

“what do you mean?” you asked, catching the twitch of his lips as whatever idea ran through his mind.

“i mean that, we’re already here, obviously the best dressed,” his voice dropped at the last part and your giggle carried into his ears, “we should have some fun.”

“and how do you expect us to do- niall!” you cried as he spun you around, exciting the crowds even more. you both laughed and he angled himself behind you, “finger guns, yeah ready babe? one, two, three!” you both sent finger guns to the camera, open mouth smiles that shone brighter than the flashes.

——

“niall? hey sorry have you seen niall ho-“ you began, before a loud yihoo cut through the party chatter and you turned on your heel to find niall at the bar, surrounded by his friends.

“there she is!” he drawled as you neared his group, your cheeks heated in embarrassment.

“hey, hate to break the party but we should get home.”

a chorus of protests arose but it was getting late and you knew niall would already be killing himself for this in the morning. “cmon ni, let’s go before i have to carry you out of here.”

“you can do whatever you want to me, girl!” he called out and it took all you had to not hide your face in your hands.

“niall! okay, time to go! bye guys!”

goodbye’s and good lucks followed you as you each leaned on the others side and exited the venue, “we ended up having a good time tonight.”

“sure did, hot stuff!” he called, immediately laughing into your eat afterwards. “thank ya for convincing me to go, angel.” he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead as you got him in the car.

——

niall groaned as he woke up, arm sprawled across his forehead as he mentally felt around for a hangover headache but didn’t feel one. “thank god for being irish” he smirked and threw his legs over the bed, looking over his shoulder at you still fast asleep under the covers.

he wandered to the kitchen, not bothering to put on any boxers as he was only going to get some tea, then go back to bed. as he flipped the kettle on, his eyes landed on his suit jacket, -that didn’t make it back to the room- his phone sticking out the pocket.

unlocking it revealed mass amounts of notifications; his messages all a different variation of how nice it was to see him last night, but one in particular caught his eye

tara: congrats on going viral, mate😂😂

his brows furrowed as he opened twitter and was flooded with photos of the two of you from last night, from acting like fools on the red carpet to you both latched around each other; the excitement from the public woke him right up, his heart flipping at the amount of love shown towards you, and he thanked god every night he could be a small part of it.

niall didn’t lie when he said every day was a runway because oh my god he looks amazing

SKDJDKSJ THEY REALLY SAID HERES MATCHING FITS AND US NOT TAKING THE PAPS SERIOUSLY THEYRE ICONS

its safe to say hollywoods favorite it couple won the red carpet AGAIN!

you felt niall climb back into bed, he was never as sly as he thought he was. his legs brushed up against yours and he scooted closer to you, and every so often you could hear soft bursts of laughter escape him, but what really woke you up was when his occasional mutters of gibberish. “what… what are you doing?” you grumbled and he looked down at you.

“oh good yer awake, what does this mean?” and next thing you know you were met with a flash of white as his screen shone in your face.

“ugh niall!” you squinted as you read the tweet on his phone, resisting the urge to smack your hand to your head. “it’s a keyboard smash babe, you’re not supposed to read it.”

“ohhh”

“why are you up so early anyways?” you muttered as you rested your head on his stomach, his hands immediately running over your hair.

“we made quite the impression last night, princess”

with your eyes still shut, you rose a brow, “seriously? what did we do?”

“be our charming selves, of course” he answered in a phony royal accent and he felt you smile against his stomach.

“lucky us then hmm? need to go out more often.”

“wouldn’t want to be half of hollywoods favorite it couple with anyone else.”