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makeupinthedrawer · 4 years ago

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masterlist 💫🤍🪐

my work isn’t allowed to be reposted on any sites. this page is the only site to find it, pls send it to me if you see it otherwhere.

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last updated: november 12, 2023

fluff = 🌤 | angst = 🌧 | song inspired = 🎶

3 a.m. - when your boyfriend is obsessed with watching guitar solos in the middle of the night but you can’t sleep without him 🌤

on a starlit night - you and niall miss each other more than anything, but don’t know the other feels the same way 🌤

such a virgo - teaching niall about astrology involves lots of kisses 🌤

gold rush - because gold rush was obviously written for niall... literally how could it not be about him? inspired by taylor swift’s “gold rush” 🌤🎵

how did we end up here? - what happens when you and niall have broken up but you’re injured and he’s still your emergency contact 🌧

kind giant x small bundle of energy - going to glastonbury with niall and chaos ensues! 🌤

shy x proud - when the other was feeling the pressure, you and niall could always count on each other to show them the light 🌤

mirrors - a coffee shop au about a girl who’s addicted to sugar and a boy who’s addicted to you, inspired by niall horan’s “mirrors” 🌤🎵

goodnight n go - niall turns up at your doorstep after a concert and a midnight train ride with the sole reason that he misses you, inspired by ariana grande’s “goodnight n go” 🌤🎵

hollywoods favorite it couple - an imagine where the reader 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 🌤

birthday kisses - a special little birthday blurb for niall’s 28th birthday🌤

what happens in a haunted house… - sparks fly when you find yourself spending halloween with your university’s football star and your long harbored crush niall horan 🌤

all i want - going home with niall to ireland for the holidays 🌤

don’t fade - sometimes niall lets his anxiety run wild, but a day out in nature with you is all he needs. inspired by vance joy’s “don’t fade”🌤🎵

chosen family - you and niall adopt a daughter :’) 🌤

seasons come and go

richkid!niall x tutor!reader ~ a college!au

winter 🌤 - A and B are casual college friends when the holiday season rolls around. A plans to go home to their luxurious life but decides to stay when B tells them they can’t go home for christmas. A decides to keep B company and give them the most amazing christmas ever.

spring 🌤 - second part to winter ⬆️ niall x reader enjoying the spring with cookies and swimming, not realising this is when they’re falling in love

headcannons

you and niall being nerds together

fic recs:

the lonely hearts club by @booksncoffee

something about you by @sadaboutniall

without fear by @sadaboutniall

all of @nialls-flute masterlist

you’re all i need by @crocodileniall

still i fall by @crocodileniall

screaming color by @wokeuptired

the ten commandments of fake marriage by @thefangirlingbarista * (has since been deleted as the author published this series as a book! HIGHLY RECOMMEND!)

all of @1d1195 niall blurbs and fics

winter cabin by @brizzlefromtheblock pt 1 , pt 2

all i need by @nialledfromfics

seeing blind by @nialledfromfics

insecure by @immajustreadwritereblog

full english by @roselirry

moonlit by @feminarrie

lover by @crocodileniall

luisne grèine by @ohteefour

give me love @nialledfromfics

whiplash @dibsonthat1d

off the record @stylishmuser

are we electric @booksncoffee

@iseethemooninhereyes masterlist

@shortnfreaky masterlist

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sadaboutniall · 5 years ago

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hi! I word vomited 3k of pwp niall x reader (cis-female presenting, female pronouns, ‘female’ anatomy). enjoy 🤪

content warning for, uh, just straight up sex. 18+ only please.

hush, I know they said the end is near;

The plan was to get work done tonight. You’d promised yourself.

But how are you supposed to get anything done, really, when he’s like this: sprawled out across your bed, holding a book over his face with one hand, fiddling with his own bleached hair with the other. It’s starting to grow out now, the blonde—he said he’s getting too old for it, that he has to grow up sometime, that, by the time you guys graduate he shouldn’t look like he’s clinging onto his sixteen year old self—and it tugs at your stomach to think about it all disappearing one day.

When you first fell in love with Niall he was a shock of blonde hair, a bundle of excited energy, rosy red cheeks, a smile that stopped you in your tracks. You’d been at some stupid football party, dragged along by your freshman year roommate who had a crush on the goalie. Neither of you imagined you’d be going home with the rookie midfielder that night.

But here you are, four years later, and he’s fully yours—and you’re still just as distracted by him as you were that night. You love him so much it hurts, sometimes: a weird, stabbing sadness that overwhelms you when you’re so happy you could burst. He makes you so happy that you mourn. You can’t believe there was a time before him. You can’t imagine a time after him.

‘You’re starin’ again,’ Niall looks over the cover of his book, blue eyes smiling. It’s late, and you can tell he’s tired, but he always has time for you. ‘Everything alright?’

‘Yeah, sorry,’ you tell him, resisting the urge to get up off your desk chair, to crawl into bed and curl up next to him. ‘Was just thinking.’

‘What about?’ He puts the book down now, sits up. ‘That’s not your happy thinking face.’

‘Just, like,’ you drop your head back, eyes trained on the ceiling now. ‘Graduating, stuff like that.’

‘We’ve still got six months, petal,’ he tells you. ‘Don’t need to worry about that right now.’

‘I know, I just,’ you don’t know how to explain it, the feeling in your chest when you imagine what comes after. ‘I don’t want to lose you.’

‘Huh?’

‘Like, when we graduate.’

‘Who said you’re losin’ me? I’m not going anywhere, and, unless you haven’t told me yet, you’re not either.’ He sounds confused, a little worry creeping into his voice.

‘No,’ you look at him now, his furrowed brow, his messed up hair. Your heart could burst. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. ‘Just, this. Losing this. Growing up.’

‘Oh, lover,’ Niall softens all at once, an exhale that you feel in your own chest, too. ‘Come here, yeah? No one’s losing anything.’

And you do, of course. You forget about your work, because fuck the thesis, it can wait, and you cross the room, and you go to him. You go home.

‘I love you,’ you tell him, crawling up the bed and curling into him. He wraps you up in his arms easy, and you bury your face in his neck. ‘Sorry for being weird.’

‘Nothing to be sorry for,’ Niall rubs your back, gentle. ‘It’s mad, graduating and shit. But we’re gonna be okay. We’ve got each other and whatever else comes… we can handle it.’

You pick your head up, maneuvering a little so you can be face to face with him, so you can tangle your hands up in his darkening hair, can press your lips to the stubble growing on his chin. You’re safe here. Niall exhales, hands coming down to rest on your waist. ‘I love you,’ you tell him again, another kiss to his chin, then one to each corner of his lips. ‘I love you so much.’

‘I love you too, petal,’ he promises, your lips hovering over his. They’re parted just so slightly, his chest rising and falling as his breath speeds up. ‘No matter what, yeah? Always.’

‘Always,’ you promise too, your stomach stirring. You love him so much you could devour him.

When you kiss him he exhales, a little whine in the back of his throat. It’s mad, how quickly you do this to each other, how the energy is always there, under the surface, how you’re always on the same wavelength about it. He slides his hands up under your jumper and you tug on the bottom of his hoodie, already desperate to get it off. You need his skin on yours more than you think you’ve ever needed anything. You might cry, you think, if you don’t get it immediately.

Out of breath, Niall pulls back from the kiss and tugs his hoodie up over his head. His hair is a wreck, his cheeks bright red, a light smattering of chest hair under his collarbones. You see him like this every single day, and he still takes your breath away.

‘Still starin’,’ a smug smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

‘You’re so fucking fit,’ you tell him honestly. He knows you think it, anyway.

‘Honestly,’ he laughs, moving his hands up, up, up, under your sweater, ‘you should be most worried about how unfit I’ll be when I’m not playing football every day.’ Through the thin fabric of your lounge bra, he brushes a thumb over your nipples. ‘You might not want me anymore.’

You hiss as he does it again, this time pushing the fabric down just enough that he brushes the skin. Your body jerks closer to him without your control, and you lean forward to kiss the smug look off his face.

‘Impossible,’ you tell him, as he pulls his hands away, quick, to get your jumper off. He tosses it to the end of the bed, then leans back on his hands to look at you.

With anyone else, you’d feel exposed like this: straddling Niall in your bra and leggings, him leaning back to get a good look at your body. Your chest is heaving but his is too, a flush working its way down toward his nipples, and you don’t feel exposed. You feel like art. You feel good.

‘Fucking stunning,’ he says, running a hand over the back of his neck. ‘You’re unbelievable.’

‘Shut up and do something about it,’ you tell him, because you feel electric and you don’t want to stay still, not like this. ‘Or I’ll take care of it myself.’

‘Ah,’ Niall shakes his head, blue eyes darkening. ‘We can’t be having that. Lay down, yeah? I’ll take care of ya.’

You scramble off him and do exactly that, settling down on your bed and looking back up just in time to watch him strip down to his boxer briefs, to watch how his muscles flex as he crawls up the bed, straddles your thighs. You reach up to touch and he lets you, one hand wrapping around the thick of his thigh, the other gently playing with the waistband of his underwear. You ignore where he’s hard, watching his heaving chest, watching the way he watches you.

‘So pretty,’ he tells you, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. He trails kisses down, over your jaw and your neck, sliding his hands up to your breasts as he does. Easy, he shimmies the straps of your bra down over each shoulder as he sucks a hickey into your neck, then pulls it down the rest of the way, until he can twist it around to get it unclasped. He sits up just long enough to get rid of it, leaving you cold and exposed, feeling unfathomably lonely until his body is on top of yours again. You whine, just a little.

‘Needy,’ he smirks, lips against your breastbone, hands on the waistband of your leggings. ‘You need me, petal?’

When you don’t answer right away he slides his hand down a little more, resting between your legs, over your leggings. Two fingers press against you, and, this time, you whine even louder. ‘I said,’ he applies more pressure, voice stern. ‘Do you need me, petal?’

‘Yes, yeah,’ you gasp, hips bucking up into his hands. ‘Please.’

‘Where?’

‘Please,’ you close your eyes, feeling electric. ‘There.’

‘Here?’ Niall asks, a little more pressure now. ‘Just like this? This is what you need?’

‘No, no—’ you turn your head to press your cheeks into the pillow. You’re burning up, soaking through your leggings.

‘No?’ Niall pulls his fingers away, and even with your eyes closed you can hear the smile in his voice. ‘Petal, you just said—’

‘Underneath, please,’ you know the game he’s playing, what he wants to hear, but it doesn’t make it any easier. ‘Please, take them off.’

‘Oh, I see,’ Niall taps his fingers against you again, then moves up to touch under your chin, tilt your head back to face him. ‘Open your eyes, lover. Good girl.’ His fingers push gently against your lips, and you already know, before he says anything. ‘Suck.’

Eyes locked on his, you part your lips just enough for him to press three fingers in, and do as he says. His fingers are thick and they make your mouth water even more, make you whine around him, imagining where they’ll be next.

He takes his time, you know he likes the view.

‘That’s good,’ he pulls his fingers away abruptly. ‘Good girl. You still want me?’

You nod, eager, and Niall leans down for one more gentle, loving kiss. He’s so good at this: switching back and forth between bossy and soft, always reminding you how much he loves you, how this game can end as soon as you say so. It makes your chest swell, but you don’t want it to end.

He pulls back, mouth still hovering over yours. ‘Take your leggings off,’ he says, lips brushing yours as he speaks. Then, he sits back, and watches.

You do it quick, shimmying the leggings off and shoving them over the side of the bed. You go to pull your underwear down but he stops you with a hand on your hip, a gentle squeeze.

‘That’s enough,’ he tells you, gently pressing his fingers to you, over your underwear. It’s a mess: his wet fingers, your underwear soaked through, and you used to find this embarrassing, the way you’d be so wet that he could feel it through the cotton. But you’re not embarrassed around Niall anymore.

‘So pretty,’ he says, rubbing gentle circles into the seat of your underwear. You’re whimpering underneath him, and he’s flushing up, too. ‘All this for me?’

‘Yeah,’ you nod quickly. ‘Always for you.’

‘That’s a good girl,’ he says again, pulling his fingers away. You whine loudly but he’s way ahead of you, his lips against the cotton of your underwear before you can even finish complaining. You gasp, hips buckling, hands coming up to tangle in his hair, and he goes for it, mouthing against you, one hand holding your thighs open, the other teasing at the waistband of your knickers. It’s absurd, the way he’s doing this through cotton and you’re still losing your mind, grasping at the bedsheets with your free hand, whimpering so loudly that you worry about your roommates downstairs in the kitchen.

He’s masterful, the way his fingers work their way underneath to touch your skin, the way he slips one inside as he continues to work his lips over the cotton. You’re practically crying with it by the time he gets your underwear off all the way, tangled up in your ankles as he dives back in, mouth on you, finally, finally, finally.

‘Niall,’ you tug at his hair, tossing aside the thought that one day in the not so distant future it’ll be completely brunette hair in your hands, all the blonde forever gone. ‘Please.’

He hums against you and you really could cry now, so overwhelmed with how good you feel, how close to it you feel. He’s staring at you, blue eyes on yours, which you can barely keep open. You can feel it when he smirks, the same time as he winks, and gets properly to work.

It doesn’t take long at all, once he’s got his mind set on it. Fingers alongside his tongue he’s got it down to a science, almost, giving and taking, sucking and kissing, soaking wet and so, so, so, overwhelming. You shut your eyes but the image doesn’t go away: his face between your legs, your thighs up on his broad shoulders. You can feel his muscles flexing and working and it’s enough, for some reason the thought of his back, strong and smooth and all for you, is enough, to send you gasping, crying, flailing over the edge.

He takes you through it gently, so that when you calm down and open your eyes he’s kissing between your legs so, so lovingly, big hands gentle on the insides of your thighs. You release your tight grip in his hair and exhale shakily, a whimper falling from your lips as you do.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he says, pressing one last kiss to your clit before he crawls back up your body. You can taste yourself when he kisses you on the lips, can feel the way his stubble is soaking with the mess you made. ‘I love you so much.’

‘I love you too,’ you tell him, but it doesn’t feel like enough. Love doesn’t feel big enough.

You make out gently for a while, his fingers gentle between your legs to keep you wet and open. You can feel where he’s hard against your thigh and it drives you to madness, the thought of what comes next.

‘Are you going to fuck me?’ You ask finally, lips still pressed to his.

‘That what you want?’ He knows the answer. He just wants to hear you say it.

‘Please,’ you tell him, swallowing a gasp as he brushes your clit. ‘Please.’

‘Anything,’ he tells you, one more kiss to your lips. ‘Hands and knees for me, petal?’

You nod quickly, done stalling, and quickly scramble over for him. Behind you, you hear the drawer open and shut quickly, and the sounds of a condom. When you look over your shoulder he’s naked and pumping himself, cock so hard you feel a lump in your throat. He’s fucking stunning.

‘Look at you,’ he says softly, gasping in a deep breath as he slides the condom onto himself. ‘Wish you could see my view.’

He shuffles up the bed and comes to a rest behind you, one hand on your ass, the other on the bend of your hip, his fingers over the curve of your tummy. He’s so hard against you it’s fucking torture, impossible to imagine how he’s holding out. He moves his hand down from your hip to brush against your clit again and you drop your head, a long, desperate whine coming from deep inside of you as he finally, finally, lets himself in.

‘Fuck,’ his voice shakes when he’s fully seated, hips to your ass, fingers still pressed against you. ‘Fuck, you feel so good, lover.’

You can’t speak. You know it’ll just be an incoherent sound if you try. It feels like he’s everywhere: inside of you, on top of you, underneath you, on every side of you. It’s overwhelming and so, so good—you never want to stop feeling this, never want to stop being so close to him that you are literally one.

He’s gentle at first, soft thrusts of his hips, one hand moving up to grasp at your breast as he finds a good pace. It doesn’t take long for him to find his rhythm, to hit the spot inside of you that makes you scream, chin pressed against your collarbone as you try not to come on the spot. He picks it up then, hips bruising your ass as he thrusts, his skin burning hot against yours.

‘Again,’ you tell him, every time he hits that spot inside of you. ‘Again, again, oh my God, please, again.’

And he does as you ask, always. Over and over and over and over. He’s never been loud but you know his tells, can hear the way he sucks in deep, shaking breaths, can hear the way his accent thickens when he tells you he loves you, can hear the curses that fall from somewhere deep inside him, the ‘fucking hell, petal, fucking hell,’ that he can’t keep in.

He wants you to come first, always. It’s selfless and selfish: he wants to be sure you come, but he wants to be able to collapse once he’s done, fall asleep satisfied and heavy to the bone. He’s a master at it by now, knowing just how to touch, how to move, to finish you off. When he knows you’re close he hauls you up, your back pressed to his chest, and goes harder, his lips against your shoulder, then your neck, then your ear, just for you as he says, ‘come on, lover. Come for me.’

You do, of course. He pinches a nipple and hits just the right spot inside of you and you toss your head back onto his shoulder and you come for the second time, your body vibrating with it. You see stars as you do and you don’t stop, gasping, crying out, feeling like you’re on another planet entirely as he finishes himself off inside of you, just a few quick thrusts before he’s grunting, telling you he loves you, and letting go.

You stay like that for a moment, both still up on your knees, before Niall pulls out with a hiss and gently lowers you onto the bed. He’s a fucking sight like this: cheeks burning red, chest flushed, hair a mess, sweat all over. The shadow of his abs catches your eye as he reaches over to toss the condom into the bin and you trace them with your thumbs, hands wrapping around his waist. You can’t believe he’s yours.

‘You should go pee,’ he tells you, un-sexily, but so him. ‘Don’t want ya to get a UTI.’

‘You always have to ruin the mood with that,’ you laugh, stretching out on the bed. You don’t mean it: it’s actually very sexy how much he cares for your health. What’s not sexy is getting out of bed to go pee post-orgasm.

‘Just don’t want to see you sick,’ he says. He gently touches between your legs, eyes flickering as you whimper. ‘How about a shower together?’

‘Yeah?’ You ask, already warming up at the idea.

‘Yeah,’ he smiles, leans down for a kiss. ‘Why not?’

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crossyourpeter · 4 years ago

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if u also like the pop rock god that is niall horan follow my fic blog @newangelnation

:) i rt niall fics, series, and blurbs there all the time!!!

i love him so much 🥺

#niall #niall horan #niall horan blurbs #niall horan fic #niall horan ff #nhff

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bobby-lynnes-bra · 6 years ago

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Brittany Snow on the NHFF IG speaking about her short film “Milkshake”.

#brittany snow #nhff #milkshake movie

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astheniaoet · 5 years ago

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My first NaruHina story in English!

I’m not sure if I have followers (I still don’t know how this site works), but I posted my first translation from portuguese to english!

I wrote this originally in 2016, in Portuguese. Hope you guys like it <3

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13473408/1/Contrast

#naruhina fanfiction #nh #nhff #hyugahinata #naruto uzumaki #hinata hyuuga #fanfic

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insightfuldoggy · 4 months ago

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“….I am shocked that fits whatsoever”

Cotton stared at the ready to explode suit that Wotan crammed herself into, soft arms crossed and trying her absolute best to not seem as feral as her thoughts were. Cotton herself was dressed nicely, just a purple turtleneck under a white blazer, black jeans, and nice sneakers. Casual, but fancy

“I-it’s… ngh… the best I had… huff… on a short notice… nhff…” Awkwardly shuffling to her seats, Wotan sat down, clearly uncomfortable in the suit but reluctantly powering through… it was a fancy restaurant, they had a dress code, and she wanted to look handsome for Cotton.

“T-they have… ng… shitty small portions here… ngha… but I tend to just order a whole lot… hnff… so do the same… it’s not expansive for me…”

She clarified with a strained smile…

It was obvious as day… one good stuffing and her belly is free…

#wotan #muses and odd fashion

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allaboutjmo · 7 years ago

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‪’All Creatures Here Below’ will be screening on October 13th at the New Hampshire Film Festival 2018. The film stars Karen Gillan, David Dastmalchian, with Jen supporting in the role of Penny.

#jennifer morrison #jmo #all creatures here below #karen gillan #nhff

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eastcoastprops · 8 years ago

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Looking for something to do in between films @nhff this weekend? @eastcoastpropsandantiques is open 11-5pm #nhff #antiquing #eastcoastprops #hampton (at East Coast Props & Antiques)

#hampton #antiquing #eastcoastprops #nhff

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makeupinthedrawer · 4 years ago

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how did we end up here?

what happens when you and niall have broken up but you’re injured and he’s still your emergency contact

authors note: okay sooo this is a strange one for me bc i was kinda inspired by clara mcgregor’s recent red carpet… look?😭 u can see it here but yeah idk it just hasn’t left my mind and i didn’t want to write something that was just tooth rotting fluff again lol so i hope u like this! also this was written on my phone so sorry i didn’t edit the capitalization! pls do not repost my work anywhere! if you see it on any other site pls report and let me know

read my other work here!!!

word count: 1.8k

warnings: some angst (fluff at the end), mentions of a dog bite, mentions of blood, being in a hospital

you didn’t know how this could have happened.

staring at the blank white wall, the fluorescent lights much too blinding for 2 a.m., but every move you made caused your face to ache, even the simple task of closing your eyes.

the blood had dried up now and left gangly, crimson remnants splattered across your nose, cheek, and the corner of your left eye. at least, that’s where you felt it, too nervous to look yourself in the mirror and confirm that the dog bite had seriously wrecked your face, the small progress of building your self worth back up after your break up would surely disappear instantly.

you and niall had agreed to go on a break almost four weeks ago now. a huge blowout over your schedules which shouldn’t have been all that complicated at all. in hindsight, all you wanted was to see him more so when he told you he was scheduling an almost year long tour, you brought up some concerns. concerns that he took as an attack- a natural instinct as a large portion of his relationships fizzled away before his eyes when he realized he hadn’t seen them for weeks on end- so words were said that couldn’t be taken back, bags were packed and doors were slammed.

and four weeks later, you’re here. blood drying on your face and the loneliness in your heart consuming you from the inside out. staring into space for a moment, you let the existential crisis and irrational thoughts run through your mind once again, oblivious to the soft knocks against the door.

“hello?”

you shot up at the sound, the hesitant and all too familiar lilt had reverberated off the walls and blared in your ears. why the hell was he here? how did he know? was it really him? you didn’t know anyone else who was irish who wasn’t a Horan or part of the the Horan family and you seriously doubted Deo was here to see you.

“h-hello?”

and with that his scuffed up new balances carried him over to the front of your bed, his mouth open in shock and you couldn’t dare to look at him, for he must be scanning your face, any chance of you two getting back together leaving his mind.

he really was just drinking you in, taking in how small you looked even though the hospital cot could barely fit another half a person, and how scared you seemed, at his presence or from the injury. but you still looked fascinating. everything about you was intoxicating to him and seeing you after not being able to for a couple of weeks hit him harder than ever before and he was already drunk on the sight of you.

“a-are you okay?” — “why are you here?”

“no i-” — “sorry”

you both huffed and you had to bite back a laugh, wincing at the contractions of your cheeks.

“i- i’m still your emergency contact, love.” niall spoke, so slowly almost as if he’d spook you if he raised his tone any louder.

“oh.”

“yeah.”

the hospital lighting cast an unsightly glow on everything in the room, making it so visible you couldn’t not focus on everything in the room at once, but niall suddenly clouded your every thought. you hadn’t even thought of removing him as your emergency contact. granted you didn’t expect to end up here anytime soon, but still; what else did you have to change now that he wasn’t your boyfriend anymore? now that he wasn’t the first one to call whenever you were in pain?

“i nearly dropped to the floor when i answered the call, they said you were being driven to the hospital and it was all i could do to not run here on foot, had to get Tara to drive me.

“and she nearly made me walk halfway here because I was doing that annoying foot tapping thing all through the drive.” he added on, after seeing your face drop, a minuscule movement, but he noticed everything you did, he knew how much you hated people going out their way for you.

“what happened, darlin?”

and his eyes were so full of concern that you spilt out everything that happened throughout the course of the night: going to the party, how your friend, Ana, made you both leave with two random guys to go and hang out back at their apartment, how their dog actually wasn’t very friendly and does very much bite, and then you ended up here.

he listened intently all the way through, eyes never leaving yours even when you saw his lips taut at the mention of other guys, and cooed in comfort when your voice cracked with emotion as the whole night had been way more overwhelming than you ever thought it would be.

“so yeah all in all it was just a horrible night.”

“sounds like it, pet. are you okay? do you want me to get you anything?”

your heart burst in your chest at the comforting tone of his voice that wrapped around you like a quilt and how he was already bouncing on his toes, ready to run out the door and dote on you. that quilt quickly became barbed wire as you realized the sun would soon come up and the small corner of the universe you two created in the little white room would dissipate and his truth he spewed in the past would remain true.

“no i’m alright ni. niall.” and the silence grew for a mortifying second before you spoke up again, “w-well thank you for coming. i can ask them to change it when they discharge me.”

he looked up at you, confusing crossing his features “change what, dear?”

“the name. your name,” your stare focused on a safe-sex poster residing on the wall behind him, just beside his head, you couldn’t bare to look at him, knowing relief would flood through his eyes that he doesn’t have to mind you anymore. “you don’t have to be my emergency contact anymore. i can change it to Ana.”

“love, i know you’re in the hospital right now and probably in an immense amount of pain, but are you stupid?”

your head snapped up at him and you winced at the speed, the action causing his face to soften as he scooted closer to you. his large hand found itself at the back of your neck, slowly brushing through the hair that resided there.

“i- i want to be your emergency contact. i want to be the first one you call whenever you need help, or you need to tell someone good news, or you want to rant about the annoying characters in your book.”

“i want us to be best friends again. who kiss and hug at the start and end of each day. who’re in love with each other and it’ll be so easy to go back into it because i’m still madly in love with you… and i hope you’re still in love with me and realize that this… this break or whatever we’re on is fucking stupid. and it fucking kills me that i have to tell you this at all, that you doubted my love for you for weeks, and that i’m doing this in a hospital for christs sake but the fact that i wasn’t there to protect you, the fact that this happened because you were at some other guys place… just kills me.”

you could only look at him in silence, the weight of his lengthy confession crushing you. your eyes searched his blue ones for any trace of a lie, as if you would be able to find any dishonesty tangled within the gold flecks dusted in his irises, for being burned by him a second time would pain you much more than any animal attack.

but it wasn’t there. all that was carried in his turquoise sea’s was vulnerability and faith. niall was hanging on a prayer that you would give your relationship a second chance because the adoration he carried for you didn’t deserve to be left to dwindle away because of a stupid argument. but you hadn’t said anything in a while now, so he feared that you really had slipped through his fingers and him and his unrequited devotion would have to regret the harsh words he spat at you weeks ago forever.

“if you don’t feel the same” he let out a large breath and started to make his way to the door, “that’s okay. but at least promise me you’ll leave me as your emergency contact until you find someone better than Ana because she got you in this situation in the first place.”

“niall wait, please stay.” you croaked and he looked up at you once again, the ocean that’s his eyes flooding with tears threatening to spill.

“really?”

“yes. please. i- it’s only been a month and look how i’m doing w-without you! please. all i want is for you to not leave me.”

niall felt his heart splinter in his chest at your croaky words as they took them back to when he lashed out at you. all you wanted was to be near him and it pained him to walk away from you once, to deny you both of your relationship would surely send him to his grave.

he lunged and wrapped his arms around you, large hands gripping tufts of your sweater, clinging on to you in order to ground you both in what had to be a dream. “of course i’m staying, princess. never gonna leave ya angel girl. i’m so sorry.”

the two of you stayed like that until the nurse came back with some medicine and your release papers, his gaze never leaving yours as you filled out the needed information, the rosy blush of your cheeks evident against the harsh red scratches.

——

“If you want… I can go beat up those guys for you. Defend my lady’s honor and all that, hmm?” He asked, smattering kisses down the side of your neck, your giggles causing him to blow a raspberry in order to make more of them come out of you and he was successful.

“i never want to see them again. and i’m going to have to stay away from big dogs for a long while. i’ll probably have to stay away from everyone for a while.” you let out, fingers tracing the marks tainting your skin, a frown etched on your face.

the elevator doors opened as he spun you around to face him in the parking lot “hey none of that! you look fucking badass, baby!”

“really?” you asked with so much insecurity and want in your tone that his heart practically shattered.

“of course you do! look like a sexy spy or something! just fought off a mess of bad guys!”

niall wrapped his arms around your front, your back pressed to his chest as the two of you made your way to his car.

“maybe i can say i was protecting you from some bad guys.” you teased, his gasp making you laugh already.

“oi! we must have been apart longer than i thought petal because you seemed to have forgotten i’m a tank, thank you very much!”

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