#niall fluff

"Yeah?" You said, fingers still tapping away on the keyboard, watching the character dart around your laptop screen.

"Pet,"

He was whining now. Had you fed him? He usually did this when he was hungry, but you'd had dinner two hours ago-

"Princess, cmon now," He grumbled, closing your laptop without a word, pouting at you. Any playful irritation you might've had at not being allowed to save your game disappeared the instant you saw that look on his face.

He was pouting, the bridge of his nose wrinkled in that cute way that made you want to bite it, his forehead creased with the lines you always soothed away with your thumb when he was anxious.

"Yes, my love?" You said in just as soft and pouty a voice, playing along, a small smile creeping onto your face.

"You're not givin' me enough attention," He said, and you were honestly impressed by how well he was keeping up the disgruntled attention-deficient kitten act.

"I'm not?" You smiled as you opened your arms, letting him nuzzle closer, wrapping one around his shoulders as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"You play that stupid game too much," He mumbled, his nose brushing along your hairline. "Makes me think you prefer it to me."

"Didn't hear you complainin' about it when you were watching that same bloody match for the third time," You grinned, turning to kiss the top of his head, his hair tickling your face as you closed your eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo.

"Derby won," He said as he pulled back. As though that explained anything. You raised an eyebrow, giving him a look that said, 'that's got fuck all to do with it'.

"It's been ages since they won that well. Let me have it. You rewatch your anime like 30 times, don't you?"

"That's a low blow, Horan," You said, laughing softly as you tugged his hair playfully. "He's my emotional support Jinshi, okay?"

"And what about your emotional support husband?" He teased, snuggling into you again, kissing just behind your ear before tugging at one of your piercings with his teeth. It was light enough that you almost couldn't feel it, but you felt the goosebumps running down your arm anyway.

"He's not half bad," You smiled, biting your lip as you let your head fall back against the couch, baring your neck to him.

"Not half bad! Princess," He gasped, his face the image of mock betrayal before he attacked your face with kisses. You giggled, hands trying to push him off as his scruff half tickled-half scratched you.

"Prefer your anime characters, do you? Would your emotional support Jinshi do this, hm, darlin'?" He smirked as he pulled back, face cupped between both his hands.

"Don't know," You said, looking up at him before you bit your lip. "Might have to ask him to try as well. I'll tell you the verdict after-"

"Why, you-" Niall sputtered out, half laughing in indignation as he tugged your hair. He wasn't gentle. It was almost your body's response, at this point. It wasn't even your fault. You hadn't intended to moan like that.

But you did.

You watched his face break out into a slow smirk. You were doomed. Perfect.

"See? Bet he couldn't make you moan like that, pet. And you're still fully clothed-"

"Point made, Ni." You interrupted, "Now stop bringing up the anime dude while you're on me."

"On you, am I?" He chuckled, kissing you before you could answer. He bit at your bottom lip, pushing his tongue in when you parted them instinctively, your hands running down his back to settle at the dips by his spine.

"Good girl," He mumbled against your lips, pulling back for just enough to let you catch your breath and get needy before dipping back in. He had you pushed back against the couch now. You had no clue when your legs had opened, when he'd settled so fucking comfortably between them, but you could feel his dick stirring and you wanted it now.

You whined softly against his lips, hips lifting up slightly off the couch.

He pulled back completely in that moment and honestly, you would've pulled him back in- but you knew he'd have you pinned under him and tease you even more then, so you settled for glaring at him.

"You've gotten so used to getting my cock whenever and wherever you want it, like the spoiled little princess you are, haven't you?" He said, his voice low as he brought his thumb up to your lips, brushing against his before gently pressing it in.

As you opened your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around it, you kept your eyes on his face, thinking back to all the moments in the past week. He was right.

Ever since you'd had the conversation for what felt like the millionth time, but this time seriously, planning it out-, he'd been taking you wherever he felt like, at any time of day, for the last week. Maybe your body had gotten used to it.

Every morning when he rolled over to you, random afternoons lazing on the couch, watching tv- almost every night while you tried to cook dinner with his hands wandering, ending up naked and breathless on the kitchen floor. Or the kitchen island. Or the dining table. Or the outside deck.

It was addictive- feeling him inside you without any condom, just the slow drag of his skin against yours. The warmth when he filled you up, and his filthy fucking mouth, jesus.

"Earth to you, pet?" Niall said, amusedly, pulling his thumb out of your mouth. Damnit, you'd almost forgotten where you were.

"Want you," you pouted, tightening your legs slightly around his hips. He was definitely hard, but he played a good game, putting on an innocent face. You interrupted him before he could tease you any further, though.

"Don't even think about teasin' me, Ni. I need your cock in me now, and i need you to put a baby in me like, yesterday-"

He laughed softly, a little hoarse, before kissing you hard, not even letting you finish your sentence. "Don't have to beg, princess. Not today."

You smiled, licking the taste of him off your lips, letting out a surprised yelp as he picked you up without warning, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lost his balance for a moment as he got off the couch, walking to your bedroom.

"You don't have to show off how swole you've gotten after the tour all the time, yknow?" You teased, laughing against his neck.

"Uh, I worked my arse for it, pet. I think I get to show off all I want," He grinned cockily as he pushed the door open with his hip. "Also, you love it. So don't you dare pretend. And, more importantly. I wasn't gonna breed my baby on the sofa like a caveman."

You raised an eyebrow at him as you climbed out of his arms onto the bed, grinning at the blatant lie.

"I wouldn't!" He defended, even as he laughed, pulling his t-shirt off his head. "I'm gonna breed you properly in the bedroom like a gentleman."

You just rolled your eyes, biting your lip unconsciously as you watched his strip, pulling off his shorts, and then his boxers and- god, you had to physically restrain yourself from pouncing on him. He never looked any less delicious, and he knew exactly what a weak spot you had for tasting him.

"Not right now, baby," He smirked, crawling up to hover over you, kissing your forehead before starting to unbutton your shirt for you. "Maybe once I've filled up that pretty little cunt of yours. We'll think about it,"

Tease. You rolled your eyes, lifting up a bit as he unhooked your bra, kissing along your collarbones, then up the side of your neck.

"My pretty little pet," He mumbled, biting where your neck met your shoulder briefly, just enough to make you gasp and wrap your legs around him needily.

"Get my jeans off," You whined, grinding up against him.

"Impatient little thing," He tutted, smiling around your nipple as he bit down, pulling at it before letting go with a pop, kissing between them as he unbuttoned your jeans.

You wriggled out of them, trying to push your panties down as well, but he stopped you with a look and a hand on your hipbone. You drew your hand back, sitting back against the pillows. You knew better than to fucking argue.

"Absolutely soaked for me," He mumbled, burying his face between your legs. His breath was warm against your skin, even through the fabric, and you found your hips lifting up against his face.

He gripped your hip a bit tighter, biting at your inner thigh, resting his chin on your pelvis as he looked up at you. "'M gonna fill you up nicely, darlin', I promise, but you're going to havta be patient."

He trailed kisses back up your thigh, squeezing them as he sucked gently at your clit for a few seconds, taking mercy on the absolutely needy way you whined. He kept his eyes up on your face, tossing your underwear over his shoulder, attacking your clit instantly.

He didn't even let you breathe, sucking it into his mouth, occasionally biting down on the sensitive bud as he pushed one finger, then two, into you.

"So fuckin' wet," He murmured, the vibrations making you fist the sheets. "Sweetest little cunt, hm? Love feelin' how tight you grip me, god. You're barely fittin' my fingers in there, no wonder you feel so good,"

"Bloody hell, Niall-" You managed to choke out between gasps. "Stop running that fucking mouth or I'm gonna-"

He shut you up by pressing in a third finger, up to his knuckle, no warning, as he bit down on your clit, his other hand pressing down on your lower belly. You never stood a chance. You felt your thighs tightening around his head, back arching as your nails dug into the mattress, desperately fisting the sheets.

Your toes were still buzzing as he finally pulled off, a smug smile on his face. "Most delicious cunt on this planet," he smiled, kissing you as he let you taste yourself on him. He knew every little thing you loved, and tonight it felt like he was going all out.

"Well, it really wants your dick right now," You mumbled, smiling against his lips. You could feel how hard he was, and you were certain he'd be dripping precum. He loved nothing more than eating you out.

"That can be arranged for, pet," He chuckled, kissing you deeply before trailing his lips along your jaw, biting down gently before he pulled back. "God, I can't wait to pump you full of m'cum." He mumbled under his breath, mostly to himself as he stroked himself a few times, lining himself up with your entrance.

You still heard him, though, and were a little surprised by just how much that turned you on. You bit your lip as you spread your legs a little more, moaning softly as he pushed in slowly.

"Fuckin' hell, pet," Niall groaned as he bottomed out, circling his hips once, biting his lip as he buried his face in your neck, slowly pulling out. "Never felt a greedier pussy, god. Never wanna come out, you're so fuckin' warm, princess."

You whimpered against his shoulder, still biting down on your lip as he slowly pushed back in. "Fuck, babe, c'mon-"

"See? Greedy," He chuckled fondly, pulling your lip free from your teeth before kissing you deeply, his hips thrusting back in sharply, making you gasp into the kiss. His hand was on your breast, squeeing and tweaking your nipple as he set a steady pace.

"Fuck, you're so fuckin' tight. Greedy little cunt," He mumbled into your ear, occasionally biting down on the lobe and pulling. "Can't wait to see you knocked up. You're gonna look so pretty with my kid in you. god-"

He broke off, moaning as he bit down on your shoulder, his hips moving more jerkily. He paused, trying to catch his breath, shushing you with one finger against your lips as you whined. "Don't wanna come just yet, princess. Let me just- god, nothing's hotter than the image of you pregnant."

He started to move again, deeper now, slower. "You're gonna look like the prettiest goddess- round with my child and, fuck, I know I'm not gonna be able to resist you, or this tight little cunt."

He loved to talk dirty. You knew that. Knew he had a tongue on him that could make you come like that, but tonight? This was beyond your wildest fantasies. His voice was hoarse from the effort, low and husky and it made you squirm under him, clenching rhythmically on him.

"Please, Ni," You gasped out.

"Mm, I know, darlin'," He said, his hips hitting yours a bit harder now, sending waves of pleasure tingling through you. "Gonna put a baby in you. Fuck, you're gonna look so pretty. My gorgeous little pet."

He had picked up the pace, the sounds echoing through the room, and you felt lightheaded. The idea alone was enough to make you clamp down on him, and you heard him hiss.

"Fuck, babe. 'M not gonna last if you keep doing that," He muttered, reaching between you to press your clit with his thumb. He began to rub tight circles on it, and you keened against his shoulder, biting down on it.

"Niall, oh god, don't stop-"

He lifted his head from the crook of your neck, pressing his lips against yours, feeling your thighs shaking as he dug his fingers into one, holding it up, the other still rubbing your clit, his hips never faltering as his pace got messier.

"C'mon, princess," he muttered. "Let go for me. Milk my cock, darlin'. Let me feel you squeezin' me. Such a good girl. Gonna fill you up so good."

He ran his hand up from your thigh and across your hipbone, pressing down on your lower belly again, leaning back a bit, on his knees as he kept thrusting, and god, you'd never seen a hotter sight.

He was still murmuring something filthy, but all you could feel was the drag of his cock inside you, the fullness, the way it jerked, the way his fingers were all over you and-

...

"I've got you, oh god, sweetheart, y'feel so damn good."

You could feel the arm sticky cum inside you, but more so dripping out of you. Niall slipped a pillow under your hips and you let him, content being boneless with him right now.

"Nearly passed out on me darlin'," He chuckled as he spooned you from the back, his hand splayed out on your stomach. "Went all soft and pliable on me. We weren't even playin'. Didn't know you liked the idea of bein' bred that much."

"Neither did I," You mumbled tiredly, rolling over to bury your face in his chest.

"'M glad you do, though. Can't wait to see you actually pregnant."

You laughed, slapping his chest playfully as he moved back slightly. "Don't you dare get hard on me again, if i go another round i will pass out-"

He chuckled, raising up his hands. "I can behave, I can behave."

You nodded, looking up at him with a smile, kissing him, humming at the taste of you still on his lips.

"Though," he grinned as he pulled away, his hands rubbing soothingly up your sides. "I do recall saying something about a blowjob for round two-"

"Fuck off, Horan," you laughed, "Not unless you really do want me to faint on your cock."

"There's worse fates," he said, tickling your sides playfully. "What say I plug you up and we try it out. You never will know till you try-"

"As if, babe," You said between laughs as you tried to swat his hands off. You both already knew where this would end up.

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A/N: its been ages since the last post sigh the inspo has been down. hopefully its gonna get better with more niall content lmao.

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You were invited to a dinner party by one of your close friends. You weren’t planning on going, but your prior plans fell through, and your friends told you there’d be games and cute guys. 

So, you gave yourself beach waves and put on comfy boots, black jeans, and a flowy top. You pumped yourself up as you put on makeup. 

You weren’t one to go to a party, but you tried to get out more. As you pulled up to the house, you expertly parallel parked. 

You rang the doorbell, and your friend, Trish, opened the door. “(Y/N)!” She hugged you. 

“Hi,” you hummed. “I brought some wine.” 

“A lifesaver!” Trish said. “Come on in.” 

She took your coat and purse, storing them in a closet. You were pretty discreet when it came to social gatherings. But when you heard a loud cackle, you couldn’t help but turn towards it. 

You felt crashing lights when you saw the handsome, brunette man, like a car dashboard light coming up, with everything malfunctioning.

He was standing up, holding a beer, laughing at a joke the man next to him told. He made eye contact with you, and nearly choked on his beer. 

Your face got hot and you looked down at the ground. “Let me introduce you to everyone!” Trish said. 

She made her rounds and came to Niall’s group last. “And this is Niall. Niall, (Y/N).” 

“Nice to meet ya, (Y/N),” he stuck his hand out. When you shook it, he winked and smiled at you. 

“Hi,” you practically whispered. You were always shy around good-looking men. Trish walked away, which you wanted to yell at her for. 

“I haven’t seen you at one of these dinner parties before,” he said. 

“I don’t usually come,” you shrugged. 

“Ahh,” Niall replied. 

“Yeah,” you let out a breath. 

One of the other guys came up to Niall and distracted him from you. You walked away to find Trish. When you walked into the kitchen, she was already pouring you a glass of wine. “Why did you leave me out there?” 

She smiled and sipped her wine. “I want you to break out of your shell. Loosen up. Talk to people.” 

“You left me in front of the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. My tongue practically rolled back in my mouth.” 

Trish giggled. “Niall is a friend of Tom’s,” she  said, talking about her boyfriend. “He doesn’t come all the time, but when he does, he’s the center of attention.” 

You heard his laugh and voice from the other room. “I can see why.” 

“Go out there and talk to him,” she encouraged. 

“Oh geez. I need more wine for that,” you said, topping off your glass. 

Trish poured you another glass. You took a sip, and shook out your body. “Ok. Let’s hope I don’t say something stupid.” 

Your friend laughed. “You’ve got this!” 

You walked back to where everyone was, and sat down on the couch, sipping your wine. Trish walked out a few seconds later and looked at you. You shook your head. She made wide eyes at you. 

After a few minutes, when you finally got the courage to get up, Tom clapped. “Alright, everyone. Time for dinner.” 

Everyone made their way to the long table in the dining room. You somehow found the last seat left. You didn’t realize that it was right next to Niall until you sat down. “We meet again,” he smirked. 

“Oh. Hey,” you smiled back. 

Food was being passed around and conversations were being had. Niall was in the middle of most of them. All you could hear were the sound of knives and forks. 

He turned to you. “What about you, darling?” 

“Hmm?” You asked. 

Niall smiled brightly at you. “You up for some games?”  

“Oh. I don't know. I’m not very good,” you shrugged. 

“Nonsense,” he said, pouring you wine. “You’re going to be my partner.” 

“I’m- what? No no. We’ll lose,” you shook your head.  

Niall winked at you. “I’ll teach ya.” 

You nearly choked on your wine. 

“So, what do you say?” 

“To what?” 

“Being my partner,” he nudged you. 

“But… don’t you want to play with your friends?” You asked. 

“Hoping by the end of this that we are friends,” Niall smiled, taking a swig of beer. 

“Oh,” you blushed. You definitely needed more wine. 

“Alright. I’m done looking for somebody to be my partner. Ready to take you down, Tom,” Niall yelled. 

After dinner, dessert, and a few more drinks, it was time for games. 

“Ok. This one is called The Cereal Box Game,” Trish said. This one you had never heard of. “This is not a pairs game. All you have to do is pick up the cereal box with your teeth. Your hands cannot touch it and your hands and knees cannot touch the ground.” 

Niall groaned. “Not the knees." Everyone laughed. He turned to you. “I’ve got bad knees. Had surgery on them when I was younger.” 

“Oh no! Are you going to be ok playing?” 

“Darling, I’ll be fine,” he put his beer down. “I’m very flexible now.” 

You giggled nervously. 

“I’m not done,” Trish said. “The catch is every round a piece of the box is ripped off until it’s a tiny strip, making it harder. The last person to pick up the last piece of the box without touching the ground, wins.” 

Everybody lined up on two sides. Trish and Tom demonstrated and then the game began. It was so funny watching everyone else. But, when it came to your turn, you were nervous. Not only that, but you were going up against Niall. 

“Mmm. See? Always partners.” 

“I think adversaries right now.” 

Niall chuckled. “With you? Nah. I’ll go easy on ya, beautiful.” He winked. 

“Don’t let me win,” you shook your head. “Play fair.” 

“As long as I’m playing with you.” 

You swallowed before Trish counted down from three. This was harder than it looked. You struggled for a bit but managed to pick it up with just your teeth. But, Niall did too. It was a tie. You were both still in it. 

The next few rounds, you didn’t verse Niall. You kept winning the rounds, and so did Niall. With only four people left, you were most likely facing off against Niall in the final round. 

Now only a small strip, the box was tiny. It came down to you and Niall. He smirked when he faced off against you again. “Knew I picked the right partner. Don’t stroke my ego now, darling, ok?” 

You chuckled nervously. “You wish.” 

Niall smirked. “There she is.” 

Trish counted you down. You thought about how to pick up the strip of the box. Meanwhile, Niall was squatting. He groaned. “Fuck. My knees.” 

You bent at the waist, leaning down. Both of your mouths were near your pieces of the box when Niall cursed. You caught the box in your mouth as Niall’s knees hit the ground. 

The crowd cheered as you stood up with the box in your mouth. You giggled and took the piece out. After you celebrated, you looked over to see Niall still on the ground. 

You walked over to him, sticking your hand out. He looked up at you. “Thought we’d be in this position a bit later.” 

Niall grabbed your hand, using your assistance to get up. “Thank you,” he said. Niall was now staring into your eyes. He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “A winner and a good sportsman. You’re a catch.” 

You hummed. “So I’m told.” Niall smiled, but this one seemed different. There was no cockiness to it. It seemed like pure infatuation. 

“Come on, partner. Let’s smoke them.” 

The rest of the games went by quickly. You both cleaned up on beer pong. With more alcohol in you, you were feeling looser. 

You won three of the four games. “We make an amazing team!” Niall held his hands up and you high-fived him, giggling. 

After the games, people dispersed to different parts of the house. Some of them watched movies, others danced. Niall asked you to dance. The way the chandelier reflected on his face made him look heavenly. 

You put your arms around his neck and he put his hands on your waist. “After this dance though, I should leave. It’s getting late.” 

“Nooo. Don’t leave,” Niall said, his thumb rubbing on your hips. “Cause then I’ll leave.” 

“Not if I leave first!” 

“I’ll race ya to the front door!” Niall said. 

“No one is going anywhere!” Trish said. “You are both piss drunk. You’re staying here until the morning.” 

You giggled. “Let’s dance a bit more.” 

“Yes, please,” Niall moved a piece of your hair that was in front of your eyes. 

Even as the songs turned fast, you stayed in the slow dance position. When “You Are In Love” by Taylor Swift played, he twirled you and dipped you. 

After pulling you close, Niall gave a small kiss to your neck. He hummed, and you melted. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone before,” he whispered to you. 

“Is that a good thing?” You swallowed. 

He nodded. “This feels real, concrete. Like something I can’t describe, even though we’ve just met.” 

“I agree,” you nodded. Niall’s fingers laced with yours. He kissed your hand. 

Without any words, Niall took your hand and dragged you up to the guest room. You sat on the bed as Niall closed the door. “That’s better. Quieter.” 

You bit your lip. Niall stared at you. He let out a breath. “I have to admit. There are many things I want to do to you behind closed doors.” 

“So, let’s do them,” you tapped the bed. 

He shook his head. “Can’t.” Niall plopped on the bed. 

“Why not?” you pouted. 

“Ya heard Trish. We’re piss drunk.” 

You hummed. “Maybe another time then.” 

“Oh, definitely another time,” Niall said. You smiled. 

The two of you laid down in the guest bed, fully clothed. You chatted for hours. The noise downstairs seemed to have faded. 

As you rested your head on Niall’s arm, you yawned. “Ya want to go to sleep, beautiful?” he asked.

You shook your head. “No. I want to stay up talking to you.” 

“Mmm,” Niall looked at his phone. “2:10.” 

You yawned again and sat up. “I’m going to make us some coffee. You want some?” 

Niall chuckled. “You’ll never get to sleep.” 

“Sleep is overrated.” You waited by the door. “You coming?” 

Niall smiled, scrambling off the bed and racing you down the stairs. You shushed him as the house was quiet, and everyone was probably asleep, except for you two. 

In the dark, you searched through the cabinets for coffee filters and coffee. When you finally found them, you quietly said, “Yes!” 

You made the coffee and waited for it to brew. Niall stood in front of you, wrapping his arms around you. He kissed your neck again, and your whole body was covered in goosebumps. 

“I don’t feel so drunk anymore,” you whispered, holding onto his arms. 

“Just drunk on you,” Niall said, kissing your forehead. “Can’t believe I’ve never met you before now.” 

“I don’t go out much,” you shrugged.

“Pity for me,” he pouted. 

You smiled. “You met me now.”

“Yeah, but I could’ve spent a lot longer with you,” he pushed your hair out of your eyes. 

“I’m making coffee at 2am just to stay up to talk to you. Believe me, I want more time with you, too.” 

He hummed. Niall pulled away from you. He went into the fridge and got out the milk and cream. Niall found the sugar in the cabinet and set out two mugs. “Guessing you don’t put sugar in your coffee since you’re already as sweet as could be,” Niall said.

You giggled. “What a line.” Niall winked at you and laughed. 

“Your laugh is so loud,” you shushed him. “But, it’s contagious.” 

“I’m a loud person, what can I say?” he shrugged. 

You hummed. “Also, yes. I do take sugar in my coffee. A lot of it.” 

“That sounds like a sugar crash out,” he chuckled. You shrugged. “Personally, for me, the cream is the best part,” Niall smirked. 

You pushed on his shoulder, and he laughed again. “I’m serious. I like myself a good flavored cream. Tastes so good.” You shook your head and smirked. 

After a few minutes, the coffee was brewed. Niall poured two cups and let you put in cream and sugar to your liking. 

You sipped your coffee in quiet for a few seconds. Niall hummed in content. “That’s good,” he said. 

You nodded, wrapping your hands around the mug. “Let me taste yours,” he said. 

Niall put his hands over yours and sipped your coffee. He made a disgusted face. “That is really sweet.” 

“Just like its owner,” you said, snatching the mug back.

Niall chuckled and pulled you closer. “Is it alright to really kiss you now?”

“What’s that mean?” you chuckled. “Like make out?”

He took your mug and placed it on the counter. “No, like on the lips.” 

“Oh,” you blushed. “Yeah.” 

Niall cupped your face and moved in closer, encapsulating his lips with yours. Once again, it felt like a car dashboard was going off all at once. The sparks you felt from that one kiss were more than you’ve ever felt from your past two boyfriends. It was nothing you’ve ever felt before.

When Niall pulled away, you both opened your eyes and chuckled a bit. “That was nice,” you said.

“Nice?” Niall smirked, raising an eyebrow. 

“What do you want me to say, that it was the best kiss I’ve ever had?” 

“Yeah, actually,” he smiled. 

“Well, it was.” 

“Yeah. Me too.” Niall ran a hand through his hair. “I just feel really connected to you.” 

“Same here,” you said. 

The two of you drank your coffee and talked about everything under the sun. You eventually fell asleep at 9 am, just as everyone else was getting up. 

Trish let you two sleep it off, a smile on her face. She wanted you to meet Niall, and her plan was working perfectly. 

It was the early evening when the two of you finally woke up. Niall stretched, and you yawned. “We slept the whole day away,” you said. 

“Well, the 2am coffee didn’t seem to help us get to sleep,” Niall said. 

“Sorry, I wanted a little more time with you,” you said. 

“‘S ok. I did too.” 

The two of you got up and headed downstairs. Trish and Tom were sitting in their living room reading. They offered to make you an early dinner, but you decided to head home. “I’ve got work tomorrow. I need to do laundry and stuff,” you said. 

Niall led you out. As you waited for your Ubers, you exchanged numbers. “I want to see you again,” he said. 

“I want to see you again, too,” you replied. 

“So, we’re on the same page. Good,” he smirked. 

You giggled. As your Ubers pulled up, you exchanged a peck before leaving. Was this the end of an era? Is your bad luck in dating finally coming to an end?

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2 Years Later

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Every day for the next two years, you and Niall were inseparable. Your friends were probably getting tired of you, but you didn’t care. 

Niall was obsessed with you. He made you the happiest girlfriend. The dinner parties continued with your friends. You went to most of them. Sometimes things got busy, but Niall insisted you went to this one. 

You wore a cute sweater dress with leggings and boots. He wore a button-down shirt and dress pants. 

“You look pretty,” he said as you put on your makeup.

“Thank you!” 

He walked away and seemed to pace around the bedroom. “You alright, baby?” you asked, as you applied your lipstick. 

“Yeah,” Niall let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his hair. “Just hungry, I guess.” 

You giggled. “I think Trish said we’re having brisket tonight.” You heard Niall make a “mmmm” sound.

When you finished, you grabbed your purse and walked out the door hand in hand with Niall. As the two of you have gotten older, you have drunk less at these parties. 

Even though Niall was driving, he seemed jittery. He tapped on the steering wheel and bounced the foot that wasn’t driving. “You ok?” You grabbed his knee. 

“Yeah. I’m just impatient,” he chuckled. “Too much traffic.” 

You nodded. “We’ll be there soon.” 

When you pulled in front of Trish and Tom’s house, it was filled with cars. You found a spot down the street and then walked back to their house. 

You rang the doorbell, and Trish answered the door. She hugged Niall first and then you. Tom took your coats. Niall walked into the living room as you talked with Trish at the door. 

It seemed way too quiet for how many cars were outside. “Are we the first ones here?” you asked. 

She shook her head. Trish led you into the living room, where there was soft music playing, an acoustic version of “You Are In Love.” Niall was standing over by the fireplace, with his hands behind his back. Rose petals were sprinkled on the floor. Flowers were all around. You gasped.

“Baby,” he said. “Come here, please.” 

“Niall….” 

He grabbed your hands and blew out a breath. “Two years ago, my life changed forever. In this very spot, I saw the love of my life for the first time. I knew from the second I saw you that I wanted to get to know you better. Then, when I talked to you, I knew I was done looking. You’ve made me a better man.”

Niall reached into his pocket and pulled out a box. “Oh my God,” you whispered. 

Your boyfriend winced as he got down on one knee. “So, to the song that we first danced to in the place that we first met, I have something to ask you. I might die if I don’t.”

“Ok,” you said, tears forming in your eyes. 

“(Y/N) (Y/LN), will you make me the happiest man ever and marry me?” he swallowed. 

“Yes,” you nodded so fast. “Yes. Please get up so you don’t hurt your knee!” 

Niall chuckled, putting the ring on your finger. “I’d stay in this position forever for you.” He kissed your hand and then got up. 

You jumped into his arms and kissed him. You heard a round of applause and a cork popping behind you. You turned to see your family, Niall’s family, and all of your friends standing around the room. Well, that explained the cars. 

“You did all this?” You asked Niall. 

He nodded. “Yeah. Wanted to make it perfect for you.” 

You jumped down and giggled. “It’s all perfect. Oh my God. We’re engaged!” You shook your head. “Look at this ring!” 

Everyone came up to the both of you and hugged you, congratulated you, and took pictures. 

Trish had the party catered. It was delicious. Your cheeks hurt from smiling. Everything was perfect.

But, you really didn’t care if Niall proposed to you in front of a dumpster, as long as you got to marry him. 

You were so glad you went to that dinner party.

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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.

Standing next to the mix, you laugh watching Niall and John wiggle their bodies at each other as they run through “If You Leave Me”. You quickly open your phone camera and record them, laughing harder as Niall’s hips move ridiculously.

“Such a dad dance,” you mutter, shoving your phone back in your pocket. You make your way through the floor, nodding and smiling at the crew members still working, and stand at the end of the catwalk just as the song ends. The band all congregates for a moment, Niall facing the drums as they talk. Smiling, you cup your hands around your mouth and shout, “Play ‘The Tide’!” Ducking down quickly, you can hear the band laughing and the sound of quick footsteps.

Over the lip of the stage, Niall’s face appears, eyebrow raised as he smirks at you. “You gon’ interrupt every sound check, love?”

Smirking back, you stand, bracing yourself against the barrier. “If you ever took my requests seriously, maybe I wouldn’t have to.” He laughs, eyes crinkling.

“I took ya request that one time.”

“Niall,” you scoff. “I suggested ‘San Francisco’ in Raleigh as a joke. It made absolutely no sense to debut it there and you know it. You just like being chaotic.” He just grins cheekily.

“Hey, lovebirds!” You both glance back to center stage at John, arms resting on his bass, the band watching you both. “Be nice to finish this and get some lunch if ya don’t mind. You know how Jake gets if we don’ keep him fed.” Rolling your eyes, you flip him off, everyone laughing when Jake throws a pick at him.

Niall turns back to you, hands on his hips and winks before turning and striding back up the catwalk. Leaning further against the barrier, you smile, watching how happy each and every one of them is at this moment.

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Two hours before Niall goes on, you’re starting your pre show ritual. The doors of MSG have just opened and you know in a few minutes the area will start to fill with chatter. Triple checking that your pass is visible and you have your phone (neither you nor Niall has ever forgotten the anxiety of you getting lost in Boston almost seven years ago), you head out the backstage door and onto the floor.

When you’d first started following Niall, during his Flicker Sessions, the idea of being in the crowd had honestly been kind of terrifying. Niall’s fans were great, but you’d seen the mania of One Direction, so you hadn’t known what to expect. Later, during the tail end of the Flicker World Tour, you’d decided to start walking around the crowd, passing out picks and accepting gifts from the people who loved him.

When Niall had announced The Show Live on Tour, you’d seen quite a few TikToks of his fans making friendship bracelets and decided to do it yourself. Niall had laughed when the Amazon order of beads, letters and string had arrived.

“How many bracelets are ya planning on makin’ there babe?” He’d asked as you organized your purchases on the dining table.

You’d shrugged, mentally counting your letter packs. “I don’t know. I was thinking like 75-100 per show depending on how hard it is.”

Niall had thought you’d gone absolutely mad. “But…there’s 96 shows.”

“That’s why I’m getting started now.”

In the end, you’d managed to make 5,000 bracelets. Well, you, a few friends and even Niall had made a few, despite how frustrating he found the art. So, at each show, you grabbed an already counted out bag full and headed out into the arena, handing out a few in each section. Having been around Niall so long, most of the fans knew who you were and were incredibly nice. Sometimes though, you’d walk by a crowd and no one would really seem to recognize you. Those were fun. You’d give out a few bracelets and then, later on Instagram on TikTok, find out someone had told them who you were. Niall always got a good laugh out of those posts.

As the crowd started filtering in, you headed to the elevator to start at the higher seats. The elevator attendant happily took you all the way up to the top, accepting a bracelet as payment and offering a fist bump as you left. Even with your massive fear of heights, this view of the stage was incredible. You could see people filling in the seats below, laughter and screaming already floating up into the rafters.

You notice people filing into the bridge and made your way in their direction. Laughing slightly, you shook your head at the photo queue forming behind Harry’s banner. You and Niall had come up here earlier and done the same, taking silly photos and videos to send to his friend and former band mate.

“Oh my god! Y/N!” Smiling, you turn and wave as a group of younger girls comes in your direction.

“Hi!” You offer them bracelets, accepting some from them in return, and take a few photos, pointing at Niall on their shirts. Wishing them a good time, you start making your way around to the other side and back into the rest of the arena.

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You finally make it backstage about halfway into Del Water Gap’s set. The bracelets had run out a while ago, but you enjoyed hanging out with the fans and lurking on them.

The band is chilling as you come into the doorway of the green room. Your eyes search the roof for that familiar face, and you frown slightly when you can’t find him. Emily looks up and smiles at you. She points to her right and you look down the hall at the door to Niall’s room. She laughs and catches the kiss you blow in her direction and several others look up and laugh as you disappear down the hall.

His door is open and you stick close to the doorframe as you watch him. He’s in his pants and tank top, vest hanging on the back of his chair. Standing there, you take a minute to admire him. Niall has always, always been attractive to you. Blonde, brunette, scrawny, now more filled out, it’s never mattered to you. He just has this energy, this joy and confidence that makes him so easy to love, even when it once used to be in secret.

“Uh oh, don’ be gettin’ dat look in your eye.” Your eyes meet and you shake your head at him.

“And what look is that?”

Niall wiggles his eyebrows, shoulders shimmying slightly. “Like ya wish ya could ravish me. I hate to say it, love, but we just don’t have time right now.”

You snort and roll your eyes, fully coming into the room and walking over to his chair. He turns to face you better and even with his silly grin, you can’t help but reach out to cradle his face in both hands. Leaning down, you feel him tilt his head up to you, his eyes shining. Your lips brush against his lightly, and you can feel the twitch of his body when you pull just slightly out of reach after so little affection. With a sigh, your fingers brush the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “Hate to break it to you, Horan, but we aren’t all slags like you. Some of us can keep it in our pants for a whole concert.”

Niall jerks slightly back from you, slightly shocked for only a moment before he smiles and his hands grab your waist to drag you onto his lap. He grasps you firmly, fingers digging in as he tickles you. “Oh ‘m a slag am I? Gotta talk ta whoever is teaching ya language like that, babe.”

You laugh, pulling at his fingers in an effort to make the torture stop. “It was Deo! It was Deo!” Niall laughs at your shouting, finally ceasing his assault on your sides and just winds his arms around your middle.

“Always knew that guy was trouble.” He mumbles, humming slightly as your fingers massage his neck.

“Well,” you draw out the word. “I’d say trouble honestly runs in the family.” Niall snorts, rolling his eyes. His hold on you tightens and his head drops forward to rest on your sternum. “Also, I feel like I’ve been letting you watch too much Bridgerton if you’re using words like ‘ravish’.”

You both laugh lightly, your embrace and the moment becoming softer. “I don’ know about lettin’ me since you’re the one who always turns it on.”

“Debatable.”

In a regular day, you’d expect more of a silly fight with Niall. Tonight, however, it’s not shocking that he just huffs out a laugh against your skin and murmurs, “Whatever ya say, love.”

Your fingers continue to massage his neck and Niall’s arms tighten a bit more around you. The music from his opener plays faintly in the background and you can hear his band milling about in the other room. In this moment, it’s just the two of you, wrapped around each other, content.

“Hey,” you say softly, gently pulling his head up to meet his eyes. “I’m gonna be sappy for a few seconds, and then we’re gonna move on because we do not have time for tears right now.” Niall huffs out a laugh, but says nothing. Staring into those striking blue eyes of his eyes, you take a breath. “I am so, so, so incredibly proud of you, Niall James. You are so talented and you’ve worked your cute little ass off to get here. You are the most amazing person in my life and I’m so lucky that I get to be here with you. I’m so lucky that I get to stand beside you while you live your dreams. There is nowhere else I’d ever want to be then here with you.” There is a burning right behind your eyes and you know they’re shining with the possibility of tears. Niall isn’t much better as he listens to you, hands gripping your sides. You smile and crinkle your nose, trying to lighten the mood. “Plus, like I said, that’s one cute little Irish ass you got there, so I’m pretty much the luckiest girl on the planet.”

He laughs and shakes his head. Leaning in, he pulls you closer and you hum softly at the touch of his lips on yours. The kiss is firm, but short and soft, as the door is open and the two of you know you can get carried away.

Drawing back, Niall just looks at you, enjoying the way your cheeks tint slightly pinker at his staring. “Ya know,” he says, clearing his throat. “I do agree that me ass is cute, but I don’ know about little.” He smirks, throwing his head back in laughter when you roll your eyes and shove his shoulder. He opens his mouth to say something else, but a knock on the doorframe interrupts. Nodding at the crew member who tells him it’s time to get on stage, his eyes meet yours and you can see the nerves returning.

Grabbing his face, you kiss him one more time, pouring all of your love and pride into it. You rest your forehead against his and breathe him in for just a moment. When your eyes meet again, he looks less nervous and more determined and you lean in. “Go give them a fucking show, Niall Horan.”

The smile he gives you is almost blinding.

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It’s emotional watching Niall perform.

You’ve seen him play so many times at this point, but you know this one is special. Everyone in the room knows this one is special.

Niall is looking around the packed arena, eyes shining as he takes it all in. From your spot at the side of the stage, you can see how crazy the fans are going. It’s a contrast to the first time you saw him on tour by himself, flying to Dublin to surprise your best friend. It’s crazy to think about your life back then. To think about how far not only Niall had come, but how far the two of you had come together.

You’d thought your life had changed the day you and Niall had admitted having feelings for each other. And, in a lot of ways, it had. But it had really started to change after Orlando. After Robbie.

"I guess I'll take this as my queue to back off then, love?" He chuckles, eyebrows moving suggestively as he looks between the two of you. "Don't think you'd be too keen on sharing, eh Horan?"

Niall goes rigid in front of you, nostrils flaring slightly as he releases a breath. "Don't think I would, no, mate." He practically bites the end of the last word and your mind returns to you as you wrap your hand around his bicep.

"Let's just get back to the group, alright?" You ask softly, fully aware that while Niall isn't a violent man, he'd do just about anything to protect you.

"Yeah Nialler," Robbie says, and you catch his smirk again when Niall's jaw clenches. "Let's just put this behind us and get back to the party."

Niall pushes off the door, grabbing your hand in his. He pulls you past Robbie, who shrugs with that stupid smirk on his face and shoves his hands into his pockets before he follows behind you both.

Robbie had not only been a creep, but he’d also ended up being an absolute asshole. It had been a shock to you, but sadly not to Niall when it had come out that Robbie had been using you. He’d known you were close with Niall. He’d spent weeks figuring out a way to get close to you, practically stalking you. And when you and Niall had finally had your first real kiss, Robbie had been hiding down the hall, filming all of it.

The video had dropped during Niall’s Atlanta show. While a grainy video of a celebrity making out with his best friend wasn’t a huge deal, the fans and tabloids had blown the story up. Every part of Niall’s life and every part of your life had been scrutinized. It hadn’t made for the best beginning to a relationship and, in the end, you’d left before the tour bus had reached Chicago, the two of you agreeing that some separation was a good idea.

It had been hard on you. And you knew it had been hard on Niall too. The different ways you’d both handled it had kept you apart even longer. You’d buried yourself in work, taking assignment after assignment just to avoid thinking about all of it. Niall had returned to the road for his Flicker World Tour. Neither of you had reached out to the other.

And then there had been Hailee.

Now that…that had hurt.

Even though you and Niall had never made any promises to each other at the time and hadn’t had any discussions about dating, it had been hard to see when the news hit. But you knew Hailee, at least casually. And you knew she and Niall had been in a somewhat similar situation to the two of you. Despite how short their relationship was, if you wanted to call it that, it had been all anyone around you could talk about. They’d only been together a few months during the early days of his World Tour, but even then it had wrecked you. After it was over, Niall had reached out. The two of you spent days talking, back and forth, phone calls, texts and FaceTimes. Niall had confessed that he’d leaned heavily on her because he felt lost without you and it had all spiraled a little out of his control. He’d apologized a ridiculous number of times and you’d finally had to tell him to stop, because what truly did he have to apologize for? So the two of you kept talking. And then, slowly but surely, your friendship repaired and when Niall asked you to join him for the last few weeks of his tour, you hadn’t been able to say no.

Things hadn’t immediately felt normal. Everyone could tell you and Niall were awkward around each other. They all tried to play it cool and diffuse the tension, but it was definitely difficult all the way around. After the tour had ended in September that year, the two of you had decided it was time to sit down and really talk about everything. The talk ended up with the both of you holed up in Niall’s LA house for over a week. There had been screaming, crying, every emotion possible, but it had all culminated in the decision to try again.

Your second beginning had been much easier. Well, as easy as dating in the public eye can be. It had been agreed that you would actually take it slow. So, you’d moved your stuff out of Niall’s house and stayed with some friends. He’d come to pick you up and taken you out on real, slightly normal dates. It had been really nice to sort of get to know each other again. Heartbreak had changed both of you, but in the end, it had been for the better because it had led you here. Four and a half years later, everything was different.

You watched Niall walk over to the piano, ready to play his first ballad of the night. The crowd was going absolutely wild and you could see from the look on his face just how unbelievable this all was to him. He sits down and just looks around for a minute and the roaring intensifies.

“Good evening Madison Square Garden,” He says, leaning against the piano. The crowd shrieks. Niall laughs sightly. “What is life?” You laugh at that, already feeling the sting of tears as you watch him try to contain his own emotions. He welcomes them to the show and then raises his arms. “We made it!” All he can do is look around in awe as the crowd starts screaming again. He’s shaking his head and it takes everything in you to stay in your spot when all you want is to hug him tight. It gets even more difficult when he actually leans over and you can tell he’s letting some of the tears flow. It’s amazing how much Niall’s fans love him and how much he truly appreciates everything they do for him. He tells you all the time that he still doesn’t believe his life is real.

“Scared ‘m gonna wake up one day and it’s all gonna be a dream.” His head is on your chest, arm gripping tightly at your hip. Your nails lightly scratch his scalp and he nuzzles into you further. “What could I have possibly done ta deserve all dis? Just some kid from Mullingar.” He mumbles the last part into your skin.

With a frown, you look down at him and shift slightly onto your side and shuffle down the bed. He lets out an adorable whine that he’ll deny later, but adjusts with you and you end up facing each other. Burying your hand in his hair, your fingers tug just slightly and he looks up at you. “Just some kid? You’re Niall Motherfucking-Boss-Babe Horan.”

“That’s not me middle name.”

You ignore him. “You deserve everything good in this world and anyone that says any different will have to deal with me.”

He grins at you, visible only by the moonlight streaming in through the window. “And what would ya do about it, huh? Know how you feel about violence, love.”

“Well, in order to defend your honor, I’d do whatever necessary.”

His hand glides up your side and over your shoulder to tangle in your hair. “Whatever necessary, huh?” You hum and nod. “So, ya’d get in the ring for me? Duke it out?”

“If I had to.” He tugs lightly on your hair and your head falls back.

Shifting closer, Niall plants a kiss on your exposed neck, rubbing his stubble against you just how he knows you like. “Hmmm, would pay good money to see you duel for me, darlin’.” Letting go of your hair, he skims his hand back down your body, squeezing your thigh as he pulls it up over his hip. He moves even closer, pressing himself against you as his lips trail over your neck. “Maybe you could challenge my enemies to some mud wrestlin’. Wouldn’t mind dat at all.”

You snort, one hand on his back, the other back in his hair. “You’re such a guy, Ni.”

“A guy who’s utterly mad about ya.”

You both laugh, eyes meeting as you hold each other. Then, after a few moments, you pull Niall’s mouth to yours, whispering against his lips as you roll until he’s hovering over you. “Prove it.”

You smile at the memory now, arena lit up as the crowd audience all hold up their phone lights. As the piano fades out, Niall smiles out at them and the stage lights go dark.

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The curtain drops as the band prepares for their encore. Every one of them is bouncing in excitement, looking at each other and just laughing as the crowd goes wild just beyond the piece of fabric. Niall stands in the middle of the stage, shaking his hands out and smiling so wide that you just know his face hurts. There’s barely any light back here, but you can see the moment he spots you. Always drawn to each other like magnets.

He rushes over to you, impressively not stumbling a bit in the dark. Strong arms reach for you, pulling you in and he tucks his face into your neck. His body is practically vibrating, he has so much energy. The roar of the crowd is deafening and you can hear them chanting his name. Your hands rub at is sweaty neck and the back of his soaked tank top. The band starts getting ready to play again and you lean in the plant a kiss on the side of Niall’s head. His lips against your neck curve in a smile and he squeezes you one last time before he pulls back and runs back out into the middle of the stage.

You smile, bouncing around in the wings as the curtain opens to the sounds of “Heartbreak Weather” and thundering cheers from the crowd.

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“I am exhausted in da best possible fuckin’ way.” You laugh as Niall plops down on the couch in your hotel room. “Could sleep for ten years.”

Walking over to him, you force him to sit up, helping him shrug off the grey vest and chucking it into the empty side of his suitcase nearby. “Well, you definitely can’t do that considering you have another show to play tomorrow night.”

Niall groans, lifting his arms slightly as you strip off his tank top. “And anoter one after dat. Why did I agree to dat?”

“I cannot help you figure that one out, babe. No one asked me what I thought about your schedule.” You laugh when he flops back on the couch again, arms flung dramatically over his eyes. “Ok, come on big guy, let’s get you in the shower and then ice your poor knees. You have got to stop kneeling on stage.” Niall resists as you attempt to pull him up. “Niall!” You laugh, pulling his arms off his face and attempting to pull him off the couch.

His face scrunches up, eyes glinting at he mock glares at you. “Ya can’t be mean to me. I just played da most famous arena in the world.”

Staring at him for a moment, eyes narrowed, you just shake your head and let go of his arms. “Alright,” You comply, stepping back only a few inches. “If you don’t want to get up and shower and take care your knees, you don’t have to.”

Niall nods, slumping further into the soft cushions. “That’s what I thought.”

“Guess I just won’t be able to give you your present for being so incredible on stage tonight.” With a sad shrug, you tug at the bottom of your shirt, looking at the floor for a second. “Oh well.”

You move as if to walk away, but Niall sits up, hand grabbing your arm before you can go too far. “Wait.” He’s looking at you intently now and it’s all you can do to keep your giggles at bay over teasing him. “What’s me present?”

“No, no, you want to lay on the couch, all sweaty and smelly, so I’ll leave you to that.”

“But!” It’s only how tired he is after the show that lets you pull out of his grasp and walk into the bedroom. Once in there, you wait a minute, biting your lip to hold in your laughter. Niall finally calls out to you. “Babe!”

Slowly, you move to lean on the bedroom doorway, looking at him as innocently as you can. “Yes, honey?”

Niall’s glare is probably slightly more real now, but his eyes are still shining with amusement when he holds out his arms. “Come help me up so I can shower and me hot, amazing girlfriend can give me a present.” You raise your eyebrow, then crinkle your nose as if in thought. He groans again, huffing out a short laugh. “Darlin’, please!”

You push yourself off the doorway. “Oh fine. I guess you did earn it.” He lets out a real laugh and it’s your turn to groan as he makes you do most of the work pulling him up. “Let’s go superstar.” Turning to lead him, you shriek as he presses himself against your back, fingers tickling your sides and starts walking you both quickly towards the bathroom.

“Dat was not very nice love.” He breathes out against your neck as you both stumble into the bathroom and he shuts the door. He’s grinning at you when you manage to get away from him, leaning back against the sink.

Smirking back at him, you shrug. “Just trying to get you motivated, babe.”

He nods, stepping towards you. His rough fingertips find your hips, pushing up and under your shirt, just above the top of your jeans. Leaning in to you, he squeezes the flesh of your sides. “’m pretty motivated now. Any chance I could get me present a little early?”

You run your hands down his chest, admiring the way his heart is beating and the shaky breath he takes in when you reach for his belt. “I mean, I guess I could give you part of it now. Since you were so amazing on stage tonight and you managed to get off the couch.” Niall nods, eyes tracking your lips with his eyes right before he leans in. Your fingers make quick work of his belt and the button on his pants, swallowing his groan when one of your hands disappears beneath the fabric.

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Later, you’re both tucked into bed, skin against skin, just listening to the sounds of the city outside. You know it’s late, but neither of you are asleep just yet. Head on Niall’s chest, you listen to his heartbeat, feel the rise and fall as he breathes. The hand on your back slowly taps, something Niall only does when he’s thinking hard.

“Ni.” You say softly, rubbing your hand over his chest. His other hand reaches for yours, fingers intertwining as he hums in acknowledgement. “I know I’ve already said it, but I’m so proud of you. Honestly, I don’t know when I’ll stop saying it because you continue to amaze me every single day.” His chest hitches just slightly under you. “Watching you perform, seeing you on stage…” You breath in, attempting to quell your own emotions. “I’m reminded every single day how truly amazing you are. How much you love what you do and how much you appreciate everyone around you. This incredible, talented, humble, beautiful man that I am so lucky that I get to even be on the planet at the same time as him.” A few tears slip out and you sniffle lightly.

“Love.” He whispers, the hand on your back reaching up to stroke your hair.

You shake your head and move to sit up, face him as he lounges on the pillows. Smiling at him, you wipe the tears off your cheeks. “Ugh, I’m always a blubbering mess around you, Horan.”

Chuckling, he reaches up and runs the pad of thumb under your eye. “Yeah, but you’re my blubberin’ mess and I wouldn’t have it any oter way.” That makes you giggle and you lean over to kiss him, pressing against him, needy for the feel of him against you. “I love you so much.” The words are whispered against your lips.

“I love you too.”

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“Ya got yourself good didntcha?” he asked before preceding to aggressively rub the soap into his face.

“Yeah, it hurt so bad,” you replied while drying off your body, avoiding wiping the blood on the towel.

“Gimme a sec and I'll help ya” he hummed before splashing his face with water, washing away the soap.

"I'm okay," you giggled at him, heart swelling at how sweet he was to you.

While you squeezed the water out of your hair with the towel before wrapping it around your body, Niall patted his face dry with a washcloth before bending down and grabbing a bandaid out from the bottom drawer.

"Niall, I don't need a bandaid, it's just a little cut," you protested but he didn't listen. It was like he never heard you in the first place.

After grabbing a tissue, he walked over to you, crouched down, and was now face-to-face with your wound.

"Niall," you giggled at him, looking down at watching him.

"My poor baby," he pouted, pressing a sweet kiss to your kneecap.

He wiped away the blood with a tissue before quickly sticking the bandaid against your cut. He pressed a kiss over the bandaid before standing back up with a popping sound from his knees and throwing away the wrappers.

"All better. I even kissed your boo-boo," he grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist covered by the damp towel.

"You're so dramatic," you giggled at him.

He gave you a peck on the lips before replying, "Am not. My girl is crippled. Can't walk now, can she?"

He knew you were right, but he just liked seeing you grin.

"C'mere, baby girl," he grunted, picking you up bridal style, "I've gotcha."

"Becoming a dad to a toddler has got you all babyie," you giggled.

"That's not a word," he replied with a chuckle.

He walked into your shared bedroom, gently setting you down on your bed while you squealed, "Niall, I'm not even dressed yet, I'm still wet."

"Two of my favorite versions of you," he smirked, punching his eyebrows up at you, "Naked and wet."

"Oh my gosh, stop," you giggled, immediately getting off of the bed, "You're gonna get my side of the bed wet and then I'm gonna have to sleep in the guest bedroom."

"Look whose bein' dramatic now," he teased.

"You don't get me naked or wet now!" you teased back before storming back into the bathroom.

"Wha-Y/N, c'mon!"

You couldn't help but giggle.

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It was a normal Thursday night in the spring. The birds were chirping as the sun was setting, causing the sky to turn a stunning orange and pink color. After putting dinner in the oven you sat on the porch watching the sunset at you and Niall’s shared house. You two had been married for almost 2 years now. Sure your relationship had some bumps in the road, but here you are in your dream house watching the gorgeous scenery around it, waiting for your husband to come home from work. With the release of his third solo album Niall has to spend lengthy hours at the studio working. But he loves it, and you love seeing how much hard work he puts into doing what he loves. You hear the front door open and footsteps knowing he must be home. You get up and walk into the house to greet him. “Hey babe” you say “How was the studio”

“Good” is all he says in a dismal tone. You look at him and notice how exhausted he looks. The usual big beaming smile on his face gone.

“Ni are you okay?”

“yeah just a little tired”

You were about to try and figure out what was going on since this behavior was very unlike him, but the timer on the oven went off letting you know dinner was ready.

You two ate dinner together and while you tried to brighten to mood and talk to him, he would only give you short answers and that sad frown. He eventually got up to go take a shower and change. You finished cleaning up from dinner and walked past your bedroom, and that’s when you hear something. You get quiet to listen. And that’s when your heart breaks. Crying. Coming from the bathroom.

“Niall are you okay?” You ask really concerned as you walk into the bathroom. “(Y/N)?” He asks nervously.

You take your clothes off and open the shower door stepping in. He has the most crushed look on his face, eyes red from crying. “baby” is all you can get out before he wraps his arms around you and buries his head in your neck. You instinctively wrap an arm around him rubbing his back while the other goes into his hair. You stay like this for a few minuets.

“Ni, baby talk to me please” “what’s wrong”

“I’ve just been under a lot pressure lately. I have a lot of work to get done, people want new music but I can’t seem to write anything I think is good enough.” He told you, a few tears falling down his cheeks.

“You are good enough and I know everything you write is.” You assured him wiping the tears off his face.

“Thanks baby. I love you so much.” He said holding your face between his hands, kissing you. You two stayed there kissing before you finally broke apart from each other.

“I love you to Ni” you finally breathed out. “why don’t we get out of the shower. We can cuddle and watch a movie” You tell him. You both get out the shower and dry off. He puts on his boxers and you put on one of his old T-shirts and sweats. You go to lay down on the bed and he’s quick to lay on top of you. He lays his head on your chest while his arms and legs are tangled with yours. You play with his hair and kiss the top of his head. This sweet moment makes you realize just how lucky you are. Your husband and love of your life cuddled up in the bed with you while a movie plays quietly. It’s not long before you hear snores coming from Niall making you smile.

“I love you so much Ni” you whisper kissing him. And it’s not long before you fall asleep to.

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“Y/N, really! Clean yourself up and get back to work! If you’re not sick, you can work!”

I let out a sigh and hold back my tears as I nod, turning away from my manager.

Tonight had not been my night. What had started off as a decent 12 hour shift had turned into one of the worst nights of my life. I had been cursed at several times, a beverage was thrown on me and I just had a child throw up on me.

I sniffle and head to the bathroom to clean up, trying to hold back from throwing up myself. I take my time to clean up, trying to take deep breaths and calm down, remembering what my boyfriend had said. His smile always made my heart flutter, especially when he would talk about something he had planned.

I head out of the bathroom and I’m motioned over to a table not in my section by a man who seemed angry.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

His eyebrows furrow and he begins to shout at me.

“This is the third time my steak has been cooked wrong! Can’t you people do anything right?! I asked for it medium, this is rare!”

I bow my head and apologize multiple times.

“I’m so sorry about that sir! I’ll have your server put in for another and make sure that it is correct.”

The man shakes his head and rises from the table before turning to me.

“No, I want you to go fix this now! And I’m not gonna pay for my meal! If you can’t do that, then I want to speak to your manager! I’ll have your job!”

Biting back my tears, I nod and run off from the table with another bow. I quickly make my way through the restaurant and push the door open to the back, rushing behind it as quick as possible.

I hurry past the other staff in the kitchen and I reach the office, where my manager was waiting.

“Y/N, I really don’t know what’s going on with you today. We’ve gotten multiple complaints about you and that’s just not acceptable. Go home, the store owner will be calling you regarding your place here.”

Tears begin to swell and my eyes and I try to fight back.

“Mr. Adams-.”

He shakes his head and sighs.

“Just go home. You’ve done enough for tonight.”

I nod and wipe my tears as I grab my bag from the break area, clock out and head out to my car. As soon as I get going, the tears start to fall. I somehow manage to get home, despite my blurry vision, and I pull into the empty driveway. Without another thought, I get out, locking my car before I head inside.

I unlock the door and go inside, immediately kicking off my shoes, before closing the door and collapsing against it, letting a loud cry out. I throw my phone and my purse at the wall across from me, letting out another loud cry and a scream of frustration.

I bury my head in my hands, thoughts running through my head only causing me to cry harder. I let out a pained cough and I jump when I feel something touch my arm.

I look up to see my boyfriend, Niall, with a worried expression on his face. He crouched down to my level and places a hand on my shoulder.

“Petal, I thought you had to work late? What are you doing home?”

I can’t seem to find the words and I can only cry more, my breathing uneven as I sink deeper into what I now realized was a panic attack.

I felt so useless… Like I couldn’t do anything right. I’ve always been hardworking and I always tried my very best… Was it just not enough for anyone?

Niall sits down and pulls me into his lap, cradling me in his arms and he softly sings to me as he rocks me.

When it all melts down I'll be there

Talkin' to yourself in the bathroom

Losin' your mind in the mirror like you have to

Ooh, Ooh

Screamin' in your car in the driveway

Spinnin' out think your life's going sideways

Ooh,Ooh

One broken glass turns to total collapse

Just know this too shall pass

I'm tellin' you now, tellin' you now

Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

When it all melts down I'll be there

Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

When it all melts down I'll be there

I'm tellin' you now, tellin' you now

He continues to rock me back and forth, whispering to me and placing little kisses on my forehead.

“Niall?”

He hums softly and he looks into my eyes.

“I smell like vomit…”

He lets out a small chuckle and squeezes me tight.

“How about we fix that? A nice bath? Maybe some Chinese or Pizza? I bought more of your favorite Seagram’s when I bought groceries.”

I look up at him and I start to tear up again. I grab at his shirt, tears falling down my cheeks.

“Don’t leave? Take a bath with me?”

He smiles and nods.

“Bath then cuddles? And Kitchen Nightmares.”

He places a small kiss on my lips before he kisses my cheeks with a smile. He slowly stands up and he carries me upstairs, continuing to whisper everything I needed to hear. He never asked, but he was there… And that was all I needed in the end.

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I hope that was okay lovely! I honestly do love writing for Niall and he needs as much love as possible😭

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