and niall shakes his head

Life Without You

Part Two


It was odd, really. He pretended that you meant nothing to him, like he’s never met you before. He gave you that warm smile, introducing himself, saying it was a pleasure to meet you. You would think that he would at least show some kind of emotion. Sadness, hurt, joy, anything. His lack of emotion was getting on your nerves.

Maybe he forgot who you were. No, no that couldn’t be it. He knew exactly who you were and what he was doing to you. The question is, why? Why is he torturing you? Did it give him some kind of sick pleasure?

Then it happened.

You didn’t expect it, at all. Your heart breaking into smaller pieces. This is my girlfriend, Megan. Megan, this is (Y/N), an old friend. An old friend? Is that all you were to him? You looked over at her, instantly regretting it. She was perfect, much skinnier than you, taller, prettier, absolutely stunning. Of course Harry would fall for someone as amazing as her and not you. You were boring, nothing unique. It hurt much more than you’d ever admit.

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Hunting Eggs.

Authors note: It was requested to write a few Easter related blurbs and I have no idea how to write them…. So I am sorry about this piece, it is far from the best… but I mean…. I gave it a shot. I am not the best with this children fluff, haha. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys their Easter festivities (If celebrated), and may everyone have a lovely and safe weekend!! Xx

All prompts/ Blurbs can be found HERE

At ten at night and the house is ultimately withdrawn, your little boy is fast asleep and out of trouble, no longer causing mischief and doing everything in his power to stress you out. Your little girl also fast asleep, cuddled up to the purple blanket Harry gave her before he left two weeks ago for many radio interviews and what not. 

You overhear the front door open and you smile to yourself, the butterflies rising in your stomach, the all too familiar footsteps echoing against the hard wood floors' 

“Hey, you’re still up.” Harry chimes, sliding his jacket off and throwing it over the couch, promptly bending down and kissing your cheek, 

“Yeah, the Easter Bunny needs to make his rounds.” You gesture towards the Easter eggs scattered around you and the two baskets that you got the children for their Easter egg hunt with the family. “How was the trip?” You grin as he sits down beside you, sneaking an arm around you. 

“So-so. Kinda sick of interviews at the moment,” he sighs, his hand playing with the ribbon that is meant to decorate Olivia’s basket with. “Need some help?” Harry proposes, observing as you’re rather drowsy and would much prefer to be tucked into bed, instead of having to get everything settled for when Olivia and Henry wake up in the morning. 

“Just scatter these eggs everywhere, I’m sure Olivia won’t even understand that the Easter Bunny came considering Henry will wake up before her and take all the eggs.” You sigh, knowing that Henry, who is five, is far more excited than his younger sister, who is three, about the Easter bunny. 

Olivia doesn’t fully understand and Henry is bound to take advantage of his little sister’s lack of comprehension. 

“Henry, he’s a little bugger.” Harry chuckles, “Olivia will have more fun at the egg hunt— which reminds me, Liam said to tell you that he’s got the Easter Bunny coming.” Harry yawns, continuing to play with the ribbon with his free hand.

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At first, you hear the patter of little feet scurrying across the floorboards’ and with a sluggish smile you reach over and pull yourself closer to Harry’s body, his soft snores humming as he mumbles a few incoherent words. You close your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath as you try to wake yourself up, knowing that in less than five minutes your two children will be racing in with excited expressions. 

Your fingertips trace circles on Harry’s bare skin, the duvet draping over his lower back, leaving the rest of his torso exposed as he sleeps. He tucks his arm under his pillow, moving slightly within his sleep. “Baby…” you whisper, your fingers continuing to pursue his warm skin. 

He lets out a small groan, a tiny indication he’s gradually waking, but he’s not fully there yet. “Harry, baby, the kids are up.” You whisper, kissing his cheek and you hear a huff escape his dry lips before he moves and changes his position in the bed, going back to sleeping. 

You chuckle to yourself just as you overhear the door creaking open, “Daddy’s home!” Henry reveals rather noisily and excitedly, his sister sleepily behind him as she holds her purple blanket clasped in her small hand. Henry jumps on the bed and Harry instantly moans, his body feeling the bed dipping. 

“‘ey, buddy.” Harry drowsily mumbles, his eyes just now opening as Henry crawls closer to Harry. Harry positions himself on his back, allowing his son to sit on his legs, 

“daddy we missed you.” He bounces cheerfully, as you lean over your side of the bed to pick up Olivia who has been peaceful while patiently waiting for you to grab her. 

You set her down on the bed and she immediately crawls to her father, not giving you the sloppy kiss she usually does when she sees you first thing in the morning. “I missed you, too.” Harry presses a kiss to Henry’s forehead, “aw, darlin’ and you too, come love on daddy.” He opens his arm, allowing Olivia to crawl herself beside Harry, nestling into him. “Are we ready for the Easter hunt today?” Harry challenges, watching as Henry widely smiles and nods his head. 

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“Niall, Harry, stop yeh cheating! It’s for the children only.” Liam scolds the two as they help their little girls with collecting the scattered eggs. Niall scoffs and places another egg into his four-year-olds basket, peering over at Liam with a grin. 

“Mate, she’s three. Just helping her get some eggs.” Harry chuckles, as the other children scramble around frantically, shoving each other playfully to find the perfect eggs and to find the greatest one at that. 

Somewhere around the area, there’s the ultimate egg that every little kid wants to get their hands’ on. Every year the parents’ make playful banter over which little one will find the egg, typically the boys’ like to place bets on which one of the sons’ will end up with it. 

“Ye’ and Sofie’s Daddy wants some chocolate.” Niall jokes, holding his daughter’s peach coloured basket in his hand, encouraging her to seize the small trail of eggs at her feet. 

Niall and Harry currently being the ones with the youngest, both girls’ being just over the age of three, born only a month apart.
To say the least what their little girls’ want, they definitely get, even friends’ and family dote on the two girls’ like they’re royalty. 

Of course, Niall and Harry love it. 

“Careful sweetie.” Harry benevolently clutches Olivia as she stumbles over her own feet, “don’t get your pretty dress dirty, mummy will get upset with me.” He continues, guiding Olivia away from the uneven grass. 

She swings her basket from side to side, gradually finding a few small eggs that the older children have neglected. 

“Oi, Harry. Wanna find that glorious egg? Heard it was caramel this year.” Niall picks up Sofie as she rubs her eyes, giving up on collecting Easter eggs, much preferring to take a nap on her Daddy’s shoulder. 

“You know that is frowned upon.” Harry glances over towards Niall, attempting to stop Olivia from dropping her eggs from her basket. 

“And?” Niall raises a brow, “mate, let’s have some fun. The girls’ would appreciate it more than the boys and ya know it.” Niall presses with a grin. Harry sighs and nods, knowing that the boys’ have already managed to take all the decent eggs, leaving the girls’ with the mini ones. 

Harry picks up Olivia, and she too nestles into Harry’s neck, just like Sofie is nestled into Niall’s. 

“Daddy, I’m sleepy.” Olivia mumbles, her little hand still holding her basket filled with a few small eggs. 

“I know sweetie, here sleep on daddy.” Harry presses a kiss to her rosy red cheek before tenderly taking the basket from her hand. “What are we even looking for?” Harry glances towards Niall as they both wander along the verdant area, watching as the other little ones spread around everywhere, searching high and low for the ultimate prize.

 Niall shrugs, “your wife said it was a bunny.“ 

"Y/N knows where it is, I figured,” Harry mumbles childishly, beginning to wonder just where exactly you slipped off too once the hunt began. Harry only assumed you went off with the other wives to grab a glass of wine or to gossip with his sister as she’s perched on the decking, observing everyone from the wooden chairs. 

Harry and Niall scope the area with their sleeping girls’ nestled into them, eventually giving up and leaving the egg hunt for the children. 

You place your wine glass down on the table, Harry’s Mum describing a story about her weekend shenanigans from last week. You smile over at Harry as he unobtrusively wanders over, showing off Olivia as she’s cuddled into him. 

“Aww did you bore her with your terrible egg hunting skills?” Gemma jokes, only causing Harry to roll his eyes at his sister’s playful banter. “I told you to let me help her get eggs.” Gemma pouts, opening her arms, desiring to hold her niece. Harry tenderly places Olivia in her arms, kissing Olivia’s cheek before stealing your glass of wine. 

“What we talkin’ about?” He smiles at his mother, taking a sip of your wine as Niall sits down, cradling Sofie. 

“We were discussing your mother’s story until you interrupted.” You smile while he takes the seat beside you, continuing to drink your wine. 

“Okay, so what is the story?” He curiously asks and you shake your head, his sister chuckling to herself. 

There are just some stories he does not need to hear. 

“We were just about to talk about you two collaborating.” Gemma gestures between Harry and Niall, bringing up the question that has been circulating for a while. 

“Me and him? Nah, don’t like the fella.” Niall shakes his head, 

“Feeling is mutual.” Harry agrees playfully, the two of them grinning, still refusing to tell anyone about their plans, even if there are any plans. The seem to relish in keeping people guessing and speculating, especially Harry, he does it constantly. “Can I have my daughter back yet?” Harry looks towards his sister and she shakes her head, her eyes staring down at her niece.

“Nope, I want to hold her forever.” She grins, just as the other parents join the small circle, bringing more wine and stories to share while the children play and hunt Easter eggs.

anonymous asked:

Can you please do a blurb with Niall and his gf or girl he is seeing the morning after they were out and it's the first time anyone has found about them? (Kinda like Niall & Celine) and she's upset and how he reacts! Thank you xx



She’s not good enough for him.

What’s he see in her?  She’s not even that pretty.

I heard she’s a real bitch.  

She keeps trying to make them happen.  When will she accept that they aren’t going to happen?

Look at Niall’s face, he clearly doesn’t wanna be there.

Pfffft.  Don’t worry y’all.  This is clearly a PR stunt.  Niall’s new CD is coming out.  She’s nothing.

Thank God.  I never imagined Niall would choose someone like her.


I wish I’d never looked at Instagram this morning.  I don’t know what on earth possessed my sister to post a picture of Niall and I kissing on her Instagram last night.  It was her engagement party, why she wanted the spotlight on anyone else but her was beyond me.  But there it was in screaming color.  Niall and I holding onto each other, almost fused to each other while we shared a quick, private kiss on the dance floor.  

The picture was nice actually.  An intimate moment I probably would have put in a frame and kept by my bed for those nights when he was gone.  But now?  I wanted that picture to disappear.  

Word travels fast.  And in the One Direction fandom, it travels at twice the speed of light.  My sister posted the picture seven hours ago and there were already 3,281 comments on it.  I didn’t realize people could even type that fast.  Some of these girls wrote entire dissertations on why it is I was completely wrong for the boy I’d been dating for the past seven months.  

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“Niall.” You whispered and at first you didn’t think he heard you, so you slowly wiggled your body closer to him. You nudged your feet between his knees and when you felt his body jerk you knew he was awake. He threw the covers off his body making them land on you as he sat up and rubbed his eyes a bit before turning and looking at you. You couldn’t help but give him a smile as he looked at you with droopy eyes.

“Ya need somethin love?” His voice was horse due to just waking up, he ran his hands through his hair as he let out a yawn as he looked at the clock on the nightstand. “Bloody hell its half past four in da mornin.” You just rolled your eyes as you got up out of bed and walked over to him.

“We could really go for some cookies and peanut butter.” You placed your hands on his cheeks and gave them a squeeze. “We are starving.” He just let out a light laugh as you took your hand away from his face. He placed his hands on your growing tummy and slowly started rubbing circles.

“My girls are hungry?” You just nodded and smiled as he stopped rubbing circles on your belly and reached around you to grab his keys off his nightstand. “Let’s get on da road then, don’t wanna get stuck in da 5am rush hour.” You just laughed as you turned around and headed to the closet to slip on some comfy pants and your shoes.

Soon you and Niall were parked outside the closest grocery store to your house. He was still half asleep but you were wide awake and on the prowl for anything that would satisfy your craving. You were out of the car and headed into the store before Niall could even unbuckle himself.

“Slow down love, the store isn’t goin anywhere.” You just rolled your eyes as you stopped and waiting for Niall to catch up to you. He grabbed your hand before the two of you ventured off into the store looking for the certain items you were craving at the moment.

“Hmm do I want double stuffed or just regular Oreos?” You tapped your index finger on your chin as you took in your options. “Oh! Niall they have Oreo thins!” You grabbed the box of cookies before you turned around and when you saw Niall leaning on the basket with his eyes half closed you couldn’t help but smile. You slipped the box of cookies into the cart and slid out your phone so you could capture the moment.

“Oi! I’m up!” He shot up and looked around as the sound of the camera went off. You just laughed and leaned over the basket and placed a kiss to his cheek. “What did ya pick lovey?” He looked down into the cart and shook his head when he saw the two jars of peanut butter, one smooth and one crunchy and two boxes of Oreo thins.

“Just some late night snacks.” You answered as you continued down the aisle making sure there wasn’t anything else you and the growing baby in your tummy wanted. “Oh babe! They have beef jerky!” You immediately took off towards the stand holding the bags of beef jerky and your mouth instantly started to water as you looked at all the flavors.

“Love, do ya think all this is gonna be good t'gether?” You heard the wheels of the cart coming up behind you and soon you felt his chin resting on your shoulder. He turned his head and gave your neck a quick kiss as one of his hands came and squeezed your hip.

“We want it,” you grabbed the original flavored jerky and before he could say anything you opened the package and took out a piece giving it a smell before popping it into your mouth. “Oh my god.” It came out more like a moan causing Niall’s eyes to go a bit wide as he looked around making sure no one was paying attention to the two of you.

“Uhm lovey ya tink we could get a move on now?” He asked as you slowly started making your way towards the front of the store. You just nodded as you placed another piece of jerky in your mouth causing Niall to lightly laugh and shake his head.

“Thank you babe, we love you.” Was all you said to him as you walked further ahead of him towards a check out lane. He just watched you walk ahead of him and couldn’t help but smile as he noticed your walk was turning more into a slight waddle due to the belly that was continuously growing. He couldn’t help but imagine how soon there would be an infant carrier in the basket and grocery shopping would be an event instead of just a quick pop in and out trip.

He also knew this was only the beginning of the craving stage of your pregnancy, he didn’t mind the midnight snack runs or in this case the early morning snack runs. Just like he didn’t mind when you would steal his shirts because that’s the only thing fitting you at the moment, he didn’t mind holding your hair as you got sick due to something you ate not agreeing with the baby growing inside you. He would do anything for you if you told him it would make you and the baby happy, the little girl inside your tummy already had him wrapped around her finger and he was totally okay with it.

fic recs june 2015 - january 2016

* = favorites

** = absolute favorites


You’re An Asshole (But I Love You)  85k **  Louis is a frat boy with a drinking problem who doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life, and Harry is a psychology student who always takes care of him and might just be exactly what Louis doesn’t want, but really needs.

Let’s Fall in Love In a Place You Want to Stay 134k *  A George of the Jungle / Tarzan AU where Louis is a model who meets Wild Man Harry in the Congo. He was raised by apes and barely speaks a word of English and turns Louis’ life upside down.

Wild And Unruly  123k **  Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

Work Me Over  51k   The only luck Louis has ever believed in is the luck that comes from working. He’s never really believed in love, either. In this world, if something is too good to be true, it’s because it’s a con.

don’t tell the gods (we left a mess)  71k **  After a misunderstanding with Liam’s mother, Louis agrees to accompany his best friend to a family wedding and pretend to be the world’s best boyfriend. But their simple plan goes awry when he learns that Harry, ex-boyfriend/ex-love of Louis’ life, will also be in attendance. (aka: fake!boyfriends with a twist ft. bromance, romance and cake.)

bring out feelings in me i never show   24k   Louis accidentally hires a felon to be his fake boyfriend for Thanksgiving. Or, the fake boyfriends au no one asked for

Escapade  146k ****  In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

Uncharted Shores  111k **  he plane taking the boys to LA crashes and the boys are left alone and alive on a deserted island. They’re the only five survivors on the plane. As time passes, they find that they will most likely never be rescued and go about settling down. (OT5)

Two Steps Behind 38k *  Louis is two years younger than his neighbors, Harry, Liam, Niall, and Zayn, and he grows up bending over backwards to get their attention and acceptance. Especially Harry’s.

one shots:

wish i knew how to break this spell  6k * Maybe it should be more of a surprise to open the door and find Harry wrapped up in about a dozen blankets, face pink from the cold and soft from sleep. It isn’t.
Harry, Louis, and a cabin. It’s cold outside.

Orange Canvas  25k *  A spring break (kind of) fake relationship AU

I Think I’m Addicted To Your Light  9k  Louis is just zipping back up when the door swings open with a swell of noise and someone shuffles up next to him, shoes tapping loudly against the tile floor. Louis turns to see who’s walked in and just violated the code of the men’s toilet by taking the urinal next to him and is met with wide, green eyes and red lips stretched into a brilliant smile.“Happy new year,” the guy grins, shaking long, curly hair away from his face. “You look sharp. Sorry, do you mind holding this for a minute? I don’t really have any place to keep it and it’s kind of a hassle, getting out of these things. Don’t want it to fall in.”He indicates his legs with the hand clutching a pale pink phone, and Louis’ gaze drops. Speechless, Louis takes the phone, eyes locked on the guy’s legs. His gorgeous legs, clad only in a pair of black thigh-highs held up by a silky black garter belt.

of faith and trust and pixie dust  4k  “So, you and Nick, you fuck, right?” (STYLINSHAW) 

Won’t See It Coming Till It’s Already Gone  12k “Tell me that this is a fake,” Peter says, slapping a handful of papers against Louis’ chest. He says something else, something loud and demanding, barely even pausing for a breath, but Louis doesn’t hear it. All he hears is the sound of his own breathing, the sound of his own heartbeat.Because this - this looks like a marriage certificate.For a minute, everything stills, quiets. Louis drags his eyes up, meets Harry’s gaze, fixed on him.Then the noise is back, shouting voices clamoring to be heard over each other, and Harry is still staring at him.The ring that Louis hadn’t been able to stop noticing in the loo weighs heavily on his hand. His left hand.

Ocean and waves and wires between us  8k   Niall wants to meet his online girlfriend, Veronica, and enlists the help of MTV’s Catfish to do it. He doesn’t get quite what he bargained for, but it works out alright, really.  (ZIALL)

fire and rain  4k   Harry and Louis have been known for hating each other, but one day at a party that Harry was dragged to, they play spin the bottle and end up having to kiss.

led by your beating heart  29k **  AU where Harry’s in One Direction, Louis isn’t, and they reconnect over a game of ‘Call or Delete’.

slow to aknowledge the knots in our laces  14k ** He turns to Liam. “We could come up with a points system, we don’t even have to do anything outside of what has set points. The interviewers would hate it. Or, are you too… chicken?“Liam rolls his eyes, but smiles and gives Louis a pointed look. "No, Louis."And that’s the end of it.Until a week later. (LILO)

Will Kiss for Cash  4k  The boys decide to play gay chicken. Harry and Zayn, as always, take it a step too far. (ZARRY)

Even Mountains Crumble Into the Sea  4k   the one where they are all in the Bungalow and plays truth or dare and Harry gets dares to put on some panties Niall found.

I Think I’m Kissing Louis Tonight  4k   Harry can’t believe Louis picked him over everyone, and Louis really wants to kiss Harry.

Wicked Games  4k *  Zayn gets mad about Liam’s tweet and challenges him to a game of gay chicken.

let me make a thing of cream and stars  24k **  Louis is a Radio 1 DJ and Harry is a pop-star he interviews.

We’re Like Bumper Cars  31k   the AU where Louis and Harry are rivals of the century and Cross Country competitors before things get complicated and they play pretend.

Mine Now   32k ***  This is the story of how Harry finds himself pouting in Louis’ passenger seat with a raging boner on the way to seduce his ex boyfriend.

Tuesday: The Apocalypse  32k ***  This is the story of how Niall finds himself listening to Harry’s presidential opponent wank for five minutes straight before he understands what’s happening. (Sequel of “Mine Now”)

Glass Table Boys  6k   Louis is a go-go dancer at a gay bar. Zayn is a DJ, and Louis’s roommate. Harry is a hot stranger. Naturally, a threesome ensues. Guest starring Nick Grimshaw as a sassy bartender. (ZOURRY)

we are honey and the bee  41k *  au where harry plays rugby at uni, louis needs to hire a nanny, and life is one big cliche.

give you my fever  10k   x-factor era. harry’s never had an orgasm before, louis gives him his first

Hit the Spot  9k   Louis Tomlinson unlocks the secrets of time travel to fuck his younger self and boyfriend.

everything i can arrange, every part of me you change  10k *  [Harry needs a big spoon and Louis refuses to let anyone steal his position.

Being Held Down  4k   Everything changes when they start noticing how much weaker Louis is compared to them. (OT5)

Never Had a Chance  22k   the one where Harry wants Louis, Louis wants to lose his virginity, and a camping trip is exactly what they need to sort themselves out.

walk my days on a wire  38k   when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

Help! ( I Need Somebody)  2k   Liam’s prank backfires spectacularly.

not just a phase  22k *** “Great!” says Liam. “I’ll, um, I’ll set up a time.”“Not now?” Niall deflates.Liam shakes his head. “No, well. We thought, maybe, you and Soph should go first?”Niall scrunches his face up. “Like…an icebreaker exercise?”“Yeah,” says Liam, shaking his head fondly at Niall, which Niall thinks is a bit rich coming from the guy proposing get-to-know-you sex before a threesome. “Just like that.” (NOPHIAM)

‘til you’re screaming and you’re sore  5k   Louis is gay. The other four are straight, but curious. Louis offers to help them. (OT5)

Picture This  2k   'Niall secretly watching and jerking off to Harry and Louis having sex. They are unaware they’re being watched and don’t find out.’

hoping this cold blue water scrubs me clean and spits me out again  17k   "Stay,” Harry whispers desperately, pressing his lips to Louis’ temple like he can somehow ease the pain that’s blooming there, but he can’t make the pain stop and no matter how hard he tries he can’t make Louis stay.

Wrong Side of Love  37k  Zayn and Liam wake up in each other’s bodies.

In Dreams  23k   AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face.

Have You Coming Back Again  31k   He’s got Harry’s schedule memorized, more because the guy keeps following him around than anything, so he doesn’t bother looking around before climbing behind the wheel and setting his bag on the passenger seat. It’s a Monday, which means that Harry doesn’t even get out of bed before noon unless he’s planning on harassing Louis.

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“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

Authors note:  There is a contest going round to see Harry Styles at an exclusive event. For more info click HERE

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Being in love with one of the most talked about musicians at the moment is one of the most riveting yet somewhat bothersome thing in the world. 

For the last few months, you have pretty much had him all to yourself, give and take the time he spent dedicated to his new album. Mostly, the two of you had the time together, just the two of you, privately and secretly jet-setting to many different places. No worries, no fans, no interruptions, just a carefree boyfriend you did not have to share with the world. But now, now you have to share him with the world as he releases his pride and joy into the world. 

It is one in the morning, the celebrations are still going on, the launch party working well for Harry’s family and friends who have been just as eager as everyone else to hear his ‘baby’ as he has referred to it a few times in the last few months. 

You bring your second margarita to your lips, indulging in the luscious taste of tequila and lime as it touches the tip of your lips. Your eyes lift from your drink to scan the large area of happy, somewhat drunk friends, dancing along to the music. You smile as you catch a glimpse of your boyfriend laughing away with a group of friends, a beer in his hand, as his mates nudge each other playfully. 

You casually walk over to the men, smiling as they greet you enthusiastically, “Y/N, contain your boyfriend and his witty jokes.” Niall babbles, giggling to himself, 

“Are you lot getting drunk?” You gasp, looking up at Harry as he shines his green eyes at you. 

“Us? Drunk? Never.” Niall shakes his head, “But, it looks like you are gettin’ drunk.” He gestures towards the glass in your hands. You roll your eyes at him, Harry’s arm sneaking around you, gently pulling you into him. 

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Punishment (SMUT)

A/N: I’m actually not sure what you meant by burlap hat, but I’m just gonna assume it’s the newsboy/paddy hat (I honestly don’t know what kinda hat it is) he often wears. I apologise of this sounds kinda silly… I’ve actually been thinking on how to write this request the moment I received it XD I tried my best with this! Please don’t laugh!

Character: Niall

Warning(s): Smut

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“Just a bit further love.” Niall’s voice was soft and sweet in your ear. You were leaning against him with your arm over his shoulder and his arm around your waist guiding you in the direction of his car. “Here we are. Jus wait right here love don’t ya move.” You just shooed him off as he let go of your waist and made a move to the drivers side door of his car. You didn’t realize how much you were leaning on him until he was no longer supporting you.

“I’m gonna,” you couldn’t finish your sentence before your knees made contact with the sidewalk. “Fall.” You mumbled as you fell backwards onto your bottom causing your now scrapped knees to be seen, you rolled your eyes when you saw they were bleeding. When Niall rounded the back of his car you could tell by how wide his eyes got that he wasn’t expecting to see you on the ground. “I jus like melted or somethin.” Niall just let out a sigh as he crouched down beside you, you just shrugged when he looked at your knees before making eye contact with you.

“Can’t leave ya for a minute can I love,” he put an arm around your waist and lifted you back to your feet causing you to get a bit dizzy. “Come on let’s get in the car and get ya home so I can look at da damage done to yer knees.” He opened his passenger side door and he had to hide his laugh as you sort of just fell into the seat.

“Safety first!” You exclaimed as he reached over you to fasten your seatbelt before closing the door and jogging around the car to get into the drivers seat. When he put the car in drive you slowly leaned over the center consul and grabbed his hand that he had rested on his thigh. “Ya got big ole man hands!” Your words came out half mumbled and half yelling causing Niall to just laugh and shake his head. You took his hand and placed it in your lap.

“How ya feelin love?” His tone was full of concern and you just smiled a goofy smile at him in return, you gave his hand that was in your lap a little pat.

“I feel good,” you replied and he just nodded his head as if he was agreeing with you. “But I will feel way better when we get home!” This caused Niall to laugh a bit as he turned and looked at you for a moment before putting his attention back on the road.

“Why is that love?” You just moved his hand from your lap and placed it back on his thigh as you leaned over the center trying to get as close to his ear as possible.

“We are gonna have sex!” You wanted it to come out as a whisper but it was more of a shout. You plopped back down into your seat as Niall just shook his head as he pulled into the driveway of the house you two shared. You watched him look at your for a moment before getting out of the car.

“Come on love, lets get you inside shall we?” He held his hands out for you, when you finally managed to unbuckle yourself you ignored his hands and just dove into him. He was quick to catch you as you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands rested on your hips. “A lil warnin would’ve been nice.” Was all he said before you felt him twist around so your back was now facing the house.

With a thump you dropped your arms from around his neck so he could take your hands and lead you into the house. You smiled as the scent of your home filled your nose and you instantly became more relaxed and wanted nothing more than to drop to the floor right there and go to sleep.

“Oh no ya don’t love.” Was all you heard before you felt Niall’s arm around your waist. “Not gonna sleep in da hall, we gotta get ya cleaned up a bit.” Before you could register what was happening he had his arm tucked under your knee and the other still around your waist as he lifted you up. You wrapped your arm around his neck as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Mm not tired.” You mumbled as he carried you down the hall to the bedroom. He plopped you on the bed and you instantly closed your eyes as you felt the softness of your pillow under your head. Niall just laughed and shook his head as he carefully took off your shoes. “There ya go again getin all handsy!” Niall rolled his eyes as he continued to undress you, “you and your silly slow hands.” You started giggling as you felt Niall hook his thumb under your shorts trying to get them off without causing you any discomfort.

“Oh ya know you love dat song.” You just nodded as he tossed your shorts to the side, he leaned closer to you and gave your forehead a sweet kiss causing you to smile.

“Well don’t ya come in here wit ya fast hands.” This made Niall laugh as he made you sit up so he could help get your shirt off. You gave him a half assed wink that made him just shake his head as he turned around and headed into the closet. “Oh I get ta sleep in your shirt!” You clapped your hands in excitement as you saw him return to your side with a t shirt in his hands.

“Come on and try to get some sleep love, I will get ya some Advil for in da mornin.” He had to help you get the shirt on when you found yourself struggling to find the arm holes. You just let out a huff as you laid back down and when you felt something cold on your knees you jerked a little bit. “Relax love, just some ointment so these cuts don’t get infected.” You relaxed more as the words left his mouth.

“Love playin Dr wit you.” You mumbled but you knew he heard you when you heard him laugh a bit before you felt him place a kiss to each knee over the bandaids. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep so you didn’t see him turn the light off or feel him climb into bed next to you, but you knew he was there when you turned into your side and he instantly wrapped his arms around you bringing your back flush against his chest.

“Awe we were s'posed ta have sex” you half mumbled half whispered, you felt Niall’s chest rumble as he had to fight back a laugh. He just gave you a little squeeze before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Goodnight love,” was the last thing you heard before you completely drifted off to sleep. Niall just kissed the back of your neck, he didn’t mind taking care of you he enjoyed being the one who got to see your silly drunk side.

He liked knowing you were well taken care of because he was the one doing it. He didn’t mind holding your hair if you got sick, he didn’t mind listening to you flirt with him using ridiculous one liners. He loved that you got a little grabby when drunk and he especially loved how much you cuddled with him when he could finally wrangle you into the bed.

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9. things you said when i was crying, narry

a whopping 4.8k of ever-so-slightly future fic where the boys assemble to meet liam’s baby, and harry grapples with how things change

Harry slides into the backseat, buckles his seat belt, and pops his earbuds in to listen to the mix Jeff (Bhasker, not Azoff) emailed him this morning. He waves to his driver and offers him a smile, as well as an apologetic little gesture to the glinting pink phone in his hand. He nods at him in the rearview mirror, smiles back, and reverses them out of the pilates studio parking lot.

Sweat sticks Harry’s shirt to the small of his back and his underarms and the inner curve of his knees, his back positively singing in relief. He’d been feeling sore and rundown, and he couldn’t tell whether his back aches from the strain of a good workout or whether he’s been sleeping curled up in a tight little ball again, his joints locked up by the end of the night. Maybe he’s coming down with a cold. He jots down a little note in his notes app to pick up some more cold medicine and herbal tea.

His notes are absolutely bursting with things he has to do. Really he’d be better off asking his personal assistant, Eloise, to pick up the tea for him, but last time he saw her, she was juggling three phones and the fattest appointment book he’s ever seen. The circles under her eyes were so dark they didn’t even look real; Harry’d been halfway to asking if they weren’t, if there was a new trend afoot in the fashion world?

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under my skin - prologue

prologue || and the bet begins

“Make a bet with me?” He asks again, his lips pulled into a huge smile. Brooklyn mulls over his question or rather, request. Niall gets on his knee, then, and Brooklyn almost drops her coffee as she immediately takes a few steps away from him. Niall remains on his knee, chuckling. “Brooklyn Cooper, will you make a bet with me?”

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Could you pls do a blurb where Niall gets annoyed at the fact one of the kids crawl into bed and destroy their cuddle 😂😂

Niall was just where he wanted to be after a tough day in the studio.  He had fallen into bed after a quick bite to eat of the leftovers you’d left in the refrigerator and cuddled into your back for some late night TV and a cuddle with the most gorgeous woman in the world.

He let out a content sigh, his eyes falling closed,

“Kids asleep?”

You giggled softly,

“It’s almost 11, Niall.  What do you think?”

“Oi…just askin’.”

You smiled, secretly loving it that Niall came home every night to ask inane questions.  He wasn’t around a whole lot these days with his new album about to launch.  And he felt really bad about leaving you home with three youngsters under the age of five.  It was his nice, yet subtle, way of letting you know he wasn’t disconnected from you and that he knew the importance of what you were doing.

He pushed himself up into your back even more,

“Careful there, Killer.  You’re gonna stick us together for good.”  You chided as you reached for the remote to turn the channel.

“So?”  He shot back without missing a beat, “Married ya didn’t I?  Bein’ stuck together is part o’the deal.”

He tried to push his cold feet between yours.

“Niall…your feet are cold!”  You hissed.

He nodded,

“I know, need ya to warm me up.  Can think of a couple o’ways t’get that accomplished.”

You giggled, just about to answer him when a tiny voice invaded the air of your bedroom,

“Mummy?”  Both of you lifted your heads to see your oldest child, five year old Sienna, standing in the doorway of your bedroom.  She was dangling her favorite stuffed animal out of her tiny fist that was currently almost all the way jammed into her mouth.

“What is it, Sweetness?”  You asked softly.

“Can I sleep in here with you?”

Niall let out a deep sigh.  Sure, he loved his kids.  He loved his kids more than he loved anything.  But this was the first quiet time the two of you had had in almost a month.  His plan was to cuddle you for a good 30 minutes and then have his way with you.  He lifted his head off the pillow,

“Somethin’ wrong, Angel?”

She shook her head,

“No.  Just wanna sleep in here.”

Niall started to shake his head just as you maneuvered yourself out of his arms and sat up,

“Sure, Baby.  C’mon in.”

Niall watched as Sienna happily hopped onto your bed and crawled in between the two of you to take the spot up against your body where he’d just been.  He rolled onto his back and pushed himself up onto his elbows as he stared over at the two of you.

You shot him a look, mouthing the words “What?” to him.  He shook his head and disentangled himself from your feet.  He let out a deep, dramatic sigh,

“Guess I’ll go finish me dinner.  No one needs me in here I suppose.”

Title: i’ll always hold on ‘cause you make me strong
Paring: Harry Styles/Niall Horan
Words: 22k
Author: littlemissmeggie

“Niall, we’ve never been ‘just friends.’”

“For someone who’s so certain we’ve never been ‘just friends,’ you sure spent a lot of time trying to convince me we should keep it casual,” Niall told Harry sadly. “A year of ‘casual’ before you told me you were in love with me.”

“Niall, I can’t… Do you think I- you think I cheated?” Harry asked, tears on his eyelashes.

“No. I don’t think you cheated,” Niall said, shaking his head. “But when I saw you with her, when I saw those pictures, I knew you’d realised I was right,” Niall sounded dejected, resigned to what he thought was the truth.

“Right about what, Ni?”

“I don’t belong with you.” He sighed. “I don’t fit.”


Niall and Harry are just friends-with-benefits until they’re much more. But Harry’s plans for the hiatus, coupled with his friendship with Kendall Jenner, cause Niall to wonder if he really belongs in Harry’s life. His insecurities and doubts lead to a broken-hearted Harry more than once but Niall knows a way to fix both of them.

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write a blurb about niall and that text plz <3

Niall: Hey gorgeous, you awake?

You were just walking through the door when your phone buzzed. You rolled your eyes. You and Niall had been seeing each other for some time now. You knew where these antics were leading.

You: Ni, it’s only 8. I just got home. Why, you feelin lonely all ready?

Niall chuckled a bit, shaking his head. Of course you knew all ready. His fingers paused for a moment. Niall: Yes :( I miiiss you. Did you get home okay?

A faint smile touched your lips as you go to your bed. You: Yes I did. And I miss you. <3 As kinky as Niall could be or fuck boy-ish, he was still your thoughtful almost boyfriend.

Niall: What are you doing?

You take your pony tail out and lay flat on your bed. You: Just laying down.

Niall: What are you wearing ;)

You: Jeans and a sweater-what I was wearing for our date earlier. If you rolled your eyes any more they would get stuck in your head.  

Niall huffed, but knew that he wasn’t going to get much farther. He really liked you and enjoyed dating you. You two had gotten physical here and there. He loved the time he got to spend with you. And he knew that you loved giving him shit for these silly antics. Niall: That’s hot. Those jeans made your ass loooook ace.

Laughing, you got up and headed towards the bathroom. You: Are you only after what’s in my clothes? :(

Niall replied immediately, Niall: Absolutely not. You are the kindest, sweetest, smartest, loveliest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of spending my time with. What’s in your clothes is just a perk. <3

You smiled softly at your phone, your heart warming. You: You’re sweet, Horan. You set your phone on the bathroom counter and turn on the water before starting to undress.

Niall: Can I come over tomorrow? I’ll bring beer and ice cream. He hummed softly, getting comfortable in his pillows.

You picked up your phone, waiting for the shower to heat up. You: Only if it’s Guinness and Half Baked by Ben and Jerry’s. :P

Niall: Is there anything else that I would bring over? Absolutely not, c’mon Y/N, don’t ya know me?

You shook your head, smiling. You: I would like to think I know you very well. But who knows. I’ll pay per view the UFC fight :*. I’ll be back in a few.

Niall pouted when you say that you would be a few minutes. Niall: What?? Why? You can’t entice me with UFC and then go away! I’ll send NUDES! ;D He smirked as he sends you the “threat”.

You kick your clothes into the corner. You: I’ll sell them for profit. You wouldn’t dare. You hummed in thought for a moment. You: I’m going to take a shower.

Niall’s brows came up, a small smile resting on his lips. Niall: lmao. He typed out a few different responses before going with something that was more decidedly him. Niall: Can I join?

Exactly what you were expecting. You laughed a bit and shake your head. You: Maybe next time ;) xx

Niall: I’ll hold you to it, darling.

You turned on your music and set your phone in the corner so the music was louder. You were happy with him and he was happy with you.

Both of you were excited to see where it would go.


under my skin - one

one || the playful conversation starts

“Thank you.” She says and he grins. “I still hate you for saying I’m late and boring, though.”

“Haters gonna hate,” he sings, giving her finger guns as he rolls away from her desk and back to his.

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under my skin - two

two || it starts with a picture

“Wait, you’re not disgusted?” Niall asks, brows furrowing. This is a first, he thinks. He’s gotten used to her telling him that she’s not interested, but that phrase hasn’t left her mouth yet.

“No,” Brooklyn answers with a shrug – Niall has an odd look on his face when she says that as if that’s not the answer he’s expected to hear – before quickly adding, “I mean, why should I? He’s cute.”

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163: “I’m dying.”

Contains terminal illness references and mention of death.

Harry: Delicately circling the rim of the mug containing the hot liquid with your index finger, you gently bite your lip and look at Harry sitting opposite you. He punches in letters on the keyboard of the laptop, before reading the webpage he’s visiting and scribbling a few notes that only he can make sense of on a piece of paper beside him. “We need to talk about this, Harry” you murmur softly. He sighs deeply as he reads over the notes he has made. “Harry?” you question. Once again, he sighs as he throws the pen down. “What is there to talk about?” he asks, shrugging is shoulders. You swallow the lump in your throat, knowing that saying the words out loud for the first time since your diagnosis will destroy you both. “I’m dying, Harry. I have a few months left to live.” He shakes his head, almost in disbelief. “No, no, you’re not. I’ve found doctors and treatments available in other countries. We can be on a flight first thing tomorrow morning and have a consultation. I’m not giving up on you! I have money, I’ll pay whatever it takes to get you healthy again, darling” he reaches across the table for your hands, clasping them tightly in his own as tears pool in his eyes. “Harry, babe, nothing is going to work. The doctor said himself” you tell him softly. Harry shakes his head vigorously. “What if he’s wrong? You’re so young! You can fight this! We can fight this! We’ll do this together, darling. Please, you have to be selfish right now and think of me. Please don’t leave me on my own” he cries. “I can’t do this without you, I can’t go on without you. I need you, darling. We’re going to get you better, ok?”

Liam: “I’m dying.” The words circulate around your head, replaying repetitively. “Y/N?” Liam questions gently as he takes a seat beside you on the sofa, handing you a mug of hot liquid. “Y/N, you’re just in shock” he whispers softly. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping it’s a dream and that it will all go away when you open them. Unfortunately, it doesn’t. “How can this be happening, Liam?” you ask. “My granddad has been there with me through everything! He’s been the rock in our family for years. When my parents went through their divorce, he looked after me. When I was in hospital for my operation, he was always there looking after me. I wouldn’t be anywhere or anyone without him, Liam.” Liam knows just how important your granddad is to you, and he can only be grateful he was always there for you in your time of need, but he knew deep down this day would soon come. Skimming his thumb along your hand, he presses a reassuring kiss to your cheek. “Your granddad is such a fighter, and he will fight until the very end, darling. He’s an amazing person and you’ll forever have a part of him with you, and when we have our little ones running around in the future, we can tell them stories about how much of an amazing person he was. I know this is a really tough and shit time darling, but you have me, and I’m not leaving you to go through any of this on your own. I promise.”

Louis: “I understand this is a difficult time for you both” the doctor tells you both, focussing on Louis as he wipes the tears away from his eyes. He shoots up from his seat, rubbing his hands over his face as he paces around the room. “You have no idea!” Louis exclaims, shaking his head at the doctor. “Louis” you warn gently, as he approaches you from behind, resting his hands on your shoulders. You snake your hands up towards his, gripping them, almost for security. “What can we do?” Louis asks the consultant in front of you both. You let out a breathy laugh. “I’m dying, Louis. There’s nothing they can do. Were you not listening?!” “There must be something?” Louis pleads with the doctor. He sighs softly. “Look, Mr and Mrs Tomlinson. I can suggest treatment options that will ensure Y/N is comfortable and in as little pain as possible. But this is unfortunately a terminal illness. It is treatable, but it’s not curable. I am really sorry.” The doctor pauses. “I’ll give you two some time to yourself, and we’ll discuss treatment options shortly.” Once the doctor gathers his paperwork, he leaves you both in the consultation room. “Babe?” Louis questions. “Listen to me” he whispers as he kneels in front of you, taking your hands in his own and gripping them tightly, intertwining your fingers. “We’re gonna find a cure. We’ll find another doctor, we’ll get a second opinion, God, we’ll get a third opinion if we have to. But we’re going to fight this, ok? I promise you, I’m gonna do something!” he tells you firmly, holding back his sobs. You shake your head. “There’s nothing, Louis. This is it. I’m dying.”

Niall: Your glossy eyes maintain their attention on a blank spot on the clinical wall ahead of you. “Babe?” Niall asks, barely above a whisper, squeezing your hand comfortingly. As he attempts to contain his own emotions, his breath hitches when his eyes catch sight of the forgotten pamphlets he’s clutching in the other hand. Bright colours don’t minimise the severity of the situation, especially when paired with bold fonts reading “Living with Cancer.” As though reality sets in, you choke on a sob before turning to Niall. “I can’t leave her” you murmur softly. “Who’s going to make sure her hair is plaited how she likes? Who’s going to cut her sandwiches in triangles? Who’s going to make sure the cheese goes on before the cucumber? Who’s going to kiss her boo boo’s better? Who’s going to scare away the monsters under the bed?” you fire questions at him quickly. “Don’t” he asks, almost begging. “We’re not going to have to worry about all of that now, darling. We’re gonna do something about this” he tells you firmly as he squeezes your hand, but it’s almost as though he’s convincing himself after your prognosis was not looking positive. “I’m dying, Niall!” you exclaim, emitting a sarcastic laugh. “I’m dying and I’m leaving you and our little girl and I need to know that you’re both going to be ok” you whisper, quickly wiping away the few tears escaping from your eyes and rolling down your cheek. Niall shakes his head. “We have plenty of time to talk about this darling, but for now, let’s focus on the good things, yeah? We still have lots of time together, we’re gonna sort something” he murmurs, giving you an encouraging smile and he only hopes that one day soon, he too can believe the positive things he is telling you.

Zayn: “I’m dying.” Days, weeks, and months passed and every day, you woke up with those words etched in your brain. You visited your brother in hospital most days, managing to spend as many hours with him as possible. Zayn would accompany you when he had the time off of work, and when he wasn’t able to be there, he was supporting you in every other way possible. “Darling?” he questions softly. “We ready to go?” he asks. You nod, wiping the tears away from your eyes. You weren’t in the slightest bit ready to say a proper goodbye to your brother. You had received a phone call from the hospital, doctors concerned that he wouldn’t make it through the night. Zayn had awoken you from a nap, informing you of the dreadful, but expected, news. “Come ‘ere” he murmurs softly, pulling you into a tight embrace. Pressing soft kisses to your hair, he provides you with reassuring whispers. “I’m not ready yet Zayn. I haven’t had enough time with him. This isn’t what’s supposed to happen. He’s meant to see us have children in the future and be that annoying uncle. He’s meant to be at our wedding in a few months, he really wanted to make a speech” you sob. “He was supposed to go travelling and then settle down with a lovely girl and have a family. He’s hardly lived his life” you cry into his chest. Zayn pulls away, cupping your face in his hands. “Baby, we have been so lucky to be a part of his life and we need to put on a brave face for him, ok? I know this is going to be hard, but I’m here, ok? I’m going to be right with you the whole time. It’s ok.”

Imagine watching horror movies with Niall. Since he had the day off, he’d spend his time cleaning up the apartment in that meticulous way of his (you weren’t all about color coding your shirts) and prepping. His way of prepping meant takeout, wine, and lots and lots of snacks. Most of them unhealthy, too.

It’s a win-win situation for you. You love horror movies. You love wine. You love takeout. You love unhealthy snacks. And, of course, you love Niall. You’re losing nothing in this situation.

You’ve always been delighted by horror movies, ever since you were about nine years old. Of course, certain movies have done you in: Mirrors, for example, had you crawling your way into the bathroom to avoid looking at the vanity for at least a week.

You think a healthy scare is good for you.

Niall does not, but he’s always down for horror movies. They freak him out, he’s said in the past, but he’ll watch them because “I know ya like to watch me just about shite me pants.”

After work, you rush home, excited for the evening. It’s Friday, so you can stay up as late as you want; no work for you tomorrow!

Once you’re home, you slip off your shoes and dig your toes into the padded carpet floor with a sigh of relief. “Ni, I’m home!” You call out as you make your way to the bedroom, shrugging off your work clothes as you do so. You toss them into the hamper and change into a pair of plaid pajama pants and an old t-shirt. “Ni?”

“I’m in here, love!” Niall calls back to you, presumably from the kitchen. You pad your way over to him and smile at the sight of him: he’s shirtless, in a pair of sweats, and he’s dealing out the Thai food he ordered on paper plates. God, you love this man.

You greet him with a kiss, and when he nips at your lip you pull away giggling and wag your finger at him. “Uh-uh. Movie time!” You crow. This isn’t an occasion that happens regularly; normally you store up horror movies, rent them all in one go, and sit through the night to make it through them.

Niall rolls his eyes playfully. “Chipper about death and scary things, I see,” he jokes, and you reach over and pinch his bum in retaliation when he turns his back. When he yelps, you toss him a wicked grin, grab your paper plate and a fork, and head out to the living room.

The couch is already made up with two pillows and a couple of blankets scattered about it. The coffee table has junk food galore, and you’re raring to go.

But you’ve made it tradition to eat dinner first and actually talk with one another, so you do that first, eating delicious pad-Thai noodles while Niall recounts a hilarious situation that happened at the store today involving strawberries and condoms, and possibly pictures on the internet. You talk a little bit about work, but it’s mostly boring. Niall says he’s proud of his girl, and dinner is done.

And so Horror Night officially begins. You manage to make it through two movies without actually screaming in fright, but it’s close to midnight, “the witching hour” as Niall reminds you, the little shit. And of course, that’s the time period the two of you choose to watch some satanic film. A jump scare comes, and you scream, flinching into Niall, who cringes into you.

“Fuck me in the arse,” he grumbles, shaking it off more quickly than you. “That was a good one, got us both.”

For the rest of it, you can’t bare to not be in Niall’s arms. He’s not complaining. Maybe this is why he’s secretly loved movie night: he knows that when you’re actually scared, he’s the person you turn to, the person you need to make everything better. He soothes you in a way no one else does it. And Niall knows it too, judging from the way he presses a sweet kiss to your forehead when you refuse to give him up.

Finally, at close to two in the morning, you call it quits. Though exhausted and jumpy, you manage to clean up the mess of food wrappers and blankets, with the apartment lights all on.

“You’re the man! You have to go turn off all the lights!” You cry out later that night, safely bundled in bed. Niall blearily looks at you and shakes his head. Then, with a resigned sigh, he heads off to the kitchen to make the rounds.

But you discover being alone is worse than turning off all of the lights. “Niall!” You squeak out and dart down the hallway, skidding to a stop in the living room, where he’s already turned off the light. “Give me your hand!”

Niall lets out a tired chuckle and takes your hand. Together, you meander through the apartment and turn off the lights, the last one being the hall light for the bedroom. The bedroom, at least, needs to be lighted for a bit longer.

“That was productive,” you sigh out as you clamber into bed, Niall beside you. You look at each other for a bit. “Those movies were really scary.”

He dips his head in agreement. “Yeah, good luck sleepin’ tonight, babe,” he says and you pout.

“I think I’ll be able to sleep as long as I’ve got you.” You say, before leaning back and flicking the lamp switch off. Now, only the lamp on Niall’s side is on. Slowly, he flicks it off too, and in the darkness, you both move towards each other so you collide somewhere in the middle of the bed, tangling your limbs up and holding each other. One of your legs is tossed over his hip, his arm is across your chest.

The two of you fit perfectly together, like puzzle pieces. Normally, you don’t sleep like this, just next to each other and close enough to touch. But nothing brings you closer than the fear of the devil jumping out from the darkness, so wrapped up like a pretzel, you sleep the rest of the night away.

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A/N: I hope this is good enough for that anon that requested it ages ago! I’m sorry it took me so long to write and post it but I hope you enjoy! 

“The emergency contact sheet is on the counter and the restaurant’s number is on there too if you can’t get ahold of us,” Niall’s hands tightened on your waist as you talked quickly. He was trying to guide you out of the house slowly, but surely, and you weren’t budging. “Her schedule is right next to it. She shouldn’t have dinner until seven and she shouldn’t be in bed before eight thirty or else she’ll wake me up at three in the morning and she won’t go back to bed.”

“Darlin’,” Niall said softly, sliding in front of you with a sympathetic grin. “We have to go, alright? We’ll be back in a few hours, okay? Dad’s got this under control.”

“Did raise two boys, ya know?” He chirped from behind Niall, bouncing Maeve on his hip as Niall chuckled, shaking his head.

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