Enjoy this nothing-but-fluff imagine for ot4! Love each and every one of these little shorts with all my heart. Hope you do too xx
“Oof!” you gasped as Harry tackled you in an embrace and pressed you tightly against him. “Well it’s nice to see you too,” you squeaked. If it was possible, his strong arms tightened their grip in response and you tried to laugh without much success. In fact you couldn’t even breath successfully. But you didn’t care. You were just thankful to be in his arms after many months apart.
“I missed you,” Harry finally muttered into your hair. You hummed and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. Oh, God, how you missed that intoxicating smell.
“I had the craziest-” you started to pull away and move on with the night but he held on tight.
“Shh, just stay here for a minute,” he whispered. Smiling lazily, you curled your arms back around his torso.
A minute passed. A blissful, heavenly moment. But then you decided you really liked to breathe and if you didn’t, you might die in his arms - which sounds nice and romantic until you actually experience it.
“Okay,” you tugged away and he let you. A charming grin was plastered on his face and you giggled. Boy, you missed those dimples. You leaned forward to place a quick peck on his lips. He hummed as you did.
“Why do you always pull away?” he whined and you laughed.
“Come,” you held out your hand and he took it gently. You led him to the couch, swinging him around so he laid down first. You wiggled in front of him and felt his arm wrap around your waist. He sighed happily.
It had been a long, long day for the both of you. You practically couldn’t sleep the night before knowing your boyfriend got back from tour the next day so you were knackered. Not to mention he just got back from tour and was in no mood to do anything other than sleep.
Snuggling closer to him, you began to settle into sleep. “…babe?” Harry mumbled softly, drawing you awake.
“My arm is currently very dead.” He muttered.
You laughed sleepily, rolling slightly so he could retrieve his arm. He rested it above your head and started twirling strands of your hair between his ringed fingers. “Better?” you mumbled.
“Much,” he replied groggily, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your head. Smiling, you both drifted to sleep once again.
You could feel the music pump through your chest and vibrate the floor. My God, the neighbors are going to be pissed. But who the hell cared when you were dancing wildly, and very drunkenly, with your best friends?
Louis was shouting some crazy story into your ear and you wondered if you’d be deaf in the morning. But then again, who the hell cared?
Louis pulled away slightly from your ear and grinned at you while you laughed. Your faces were wonderfully close and you could smell his beer from where you stood. You could just kiss those lovely, lovely lips. But those lovely, lovely lips weren’t yours to kiss. At least, not yet. Your eyes moved from his mouth to his eyes and it was oh so clear he noticed.
He smirked and you saw his hand creeping toward your waist. Just then, the next song started and both of your eyes lit up. Louis’ hand was retrieved and instead shot into the air in drunken excitement. “No way!” you yelped as your favorite song pulsated through the speaker. The moment long forgotten, the two of you joined the thrasing dancers around you.
The party was insane. There were people in your house you had never even met before. To be fair, who wouldn’t try to get into a party with Louis Tomlinson?
The food had been eaten up a long time ago. You were pretty sure a group of five friends went to walk to the store nearby to buy some more chips, but you soon found out they lost their way and ended up getting an uber home. They were the first to leave. After that, people began to filter out. The sun was beginning to rise and the alcohol was gone.
Some stayed, mainly because they were passed out and sleeping. Even in your drunken state, you managed to keep an eye on them.
By dawn, it was clear the party was over. Louis had an arm wrapped around you waist and you swayed sleepily to the last song. You unneccessarily tapped him with the drink in your hand. “I’m tired,” you slurred.
He observed you for much too long before deciding, “Let’s sleep.”
You nodded and you both stumbled over to the couch, arm in arm. Boundaries meant nothing when you two were drunk so he pulled you onto the couch with him. Face to face, you grinned at him.
“What’s that smile for?” he chuckled.
“Dunno,” you shrugged, your hands balled together at your chest. “I just really like you.” He took your hands into his and laughed lightly.
“I really like you too,” he replied and you hummed sleepily.
“Like, ‘like like’?” you wondered.
He laughed, and then a look of horror crossed his face when he hiccuped. “I almost threw up,” he murmured, the conversation forgotten. You burst out in laughter, recoiling slightly. But his grip on your hands refused to let you go.
“Don’t throw up on me!” you giggled. The laughter between you two died out as a harsh wave of exhaustion washed over you. The disgust slowly dribbled out of you when sleep started to overtake your mind and you relaxed, scooting forward against him. You buried your nose into the crook of his neck and hummed happily.
And like that, you both fell asleep with hands tangled and foreheads pressed together. When you were to awake in the morning, you both couldn’t deny the desire to wake up in that position every morning.
You dawdled into the living room, your silly cooking hat on to cheer your boyfriend up after a long day. “Hey, Ni,” you whispered softly as you stood over him on the couch. His fingers pressed to his temples, he reluctantly looked at you. “Made us dinner.”
“Not hungry.” he growled. You frowned. The chef hat usually made him smile and get up to give you a welcome kiss.
“But I… worked really hard on this new recipe. I think you’ll love it. It has parmesean in it–” you continued excitedly.
“Look, Y/N,” he interrupted. “I don’t want to eat your 'new recipe’ right now.” he huffed, returning to massaging his temples.
Your heart sunk. Ouch. “Oh.” you whispered. You were sure he didn’t mean it that way, but you couldn’t help but take it the way you did. “I’ll just, uh, eat it myself then.” You voice cracked. You scolded yourself for letting tears creep up on you. But you hadn’t had the best day either, and now the thing you had been most looking forward to had just let you down.
You swallowed hard and turned away harshly, briskly walking back to the kitchen. You stood against the counter, your arms propping you up as you looked over the steaming dish. You suddenly felt quite full. You ripped off the stupid hat and shoved the dish away from you, storming past the living room once again, the tears flowing freely now. Niall paused as you went by, his expression softening.
“Y/N,” he was off the couch in an instant. You stopped at the base of the stairs and reluctantly turned toward him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he frowned as he advanced toward you.
“I’m just,” your voice caught and a little sob broke loose. “I’m just not having the best day,” was all you could manage to squeak out before you gave into crying.
“Oh, Babe,” he cooed and tugged you into a hug. You let him, slowly wrapping your arms around him. You cried onto his shoulder while he played with the ends of your hair. “I’m sorry I rejected your dinner. I just want to go to bed. It’s been a long day.”
“I understand,” you whispered, gulping down some of the sadness. “Can we just go to bed?”
“Absolutely,” he murmured, pulling away and taking your hand into his. He smiled meaningfully at you before drawing you up the stairs and into the bedroom.
The tears had drained everything out of you and without words, you sat down on the edge of the bed. Niall leaned down and took off your shoes. He stood up, kissed your cheek, and helped you under the covers before toeing off his boots and slipping under the covers after you.
He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck and hummed softly.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
“You already said that,” you whispered back.
“I know. I’m still sorry.”
“And I still accept your apology,” you chuckled. He kissed your neck lightly and you finally closed your eyes.
You were beginning to fall asleep when you heard his stomach growl. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes again. Almost seconds later, his stomach growled again.
“I’m hungry.” he whispered, earning a laugh from you.
“I’m not moving,” you declared.
“Y/N…” he whined. “Didn’t you make me dinner?”
“Niall we just got comfy!”
“Ugh! You’ll be the death of me.” You wiggled out of his grasp and he laughed with delight, launching up and trailing you to the kitchen.
Every minute or so, your eyes would flicker over to the back door. When will he get here? you thought to yourself. Amidst a small group of strangers, you felt like an outcast. They were all famous, and frankly intimidating. But you agreed to meet Liam in the backyard of the artist he was about to collab with - which meant you both barely knew who’s house you were going to.
You had just gotten off of work and beelined over to the huge house just to arrive before Liam. So there you were - anxiously awaiting your best friend and surrounded by talented artists who only brought awkward small talk.
“Looking for Liam?” a voice sounded beside you and you jumped, turning toward the girl.
“Um, yeah,” you admitted shyly. She smiled.
“My name’s Alicia,” she held out her hand.
“Y/N,” you replied, shaking her hand delicately.
“So you and Liam are dating?” she wondered, casually taking a sip from her drink. Your heart leapt into your throat.
“Oh, uh, no, we’re just friends,” you rushed. Her smile grew.
“I see, I see,” she nodded and you settled down. “So you two are that best-friends-who-actually-want-to-be-something-more cliche?”
You almost choked. “Well, no, I-”
“You swear you don’t like him?” she offered sarcastically. You slouched, pulling your cup to your lips in attempt to hide your embarrassment. She laughed and leaned back into her chair. “I’ve been there. And I never did anything about it. He’s married now. Worst decision of my life.”
“Oh no, I’m so sorry.”
“Me too… sorry for him. She’s a total bitch.”
You sat forward, grinning. “So you’re that my-soulmate-married-a-bitch-instead-of-me cliche?”
She laughed. “Precisely. Let’s hope it doesn’t turn into a I-turned-into-my-soulmate’s-sidehoe-because-he-can’t-make-up-his-goddamn-mind cliche.”
“I’ll drink to that,” you held up your cup and she clanked it with her own. You sipped your drink empty and grimaced. “Want some more?” you wondered to Alicia, gesturing to your own empty cup.
“Nah, thanks. You go ahead.” Shrugging, you got up and sauntered over to the bar. As you filled your cup, you heard the back door slide open. Almost dropping your drink in relief, you turned to find Liam make his way into the backyard. Squealing quietly to yourself, you topped off your drink quickly.
When you made your way over, Liam was sat in your seat. “Uh uh Pretty Boy, that’s my seat,” you warned, and as you did he held up his hand and knowingly, you handed him the drink.
“Finders keepers,” he declared, taking a quick sip from the cup and offering it back up to you. You refused and crossed your arms.
“I’ll trade you the drink for the spot,” you pressed.
“Finders keepers!” he replied more loudly. You laughed and took his hand, trying to tug him off. Instead, he pulled you forward with more force and you fell into his lap.
“Not fair, you get the drink, the spot, and the cuddles?”
“It’s a win-win for both of us,” he decided, offering the cup to you again. You smiled and took a sip. You looked just like a normal couple, and you basically were, minus the kissing. What’s the harm of just adding in a little kissing every now and then? you seemed to wonder more often than not.
Relaxing against Liam, you watched him intently. He turned toward you, feeling the weight of your gaze. His nose almost touched yours and you wondered what would happen if you just closed the distance a little.
“Sorry I was late,” he said, his breath stretching across your lips. You hummed, much too distracted to pay attention to any conversation at the moment. He noticed and his eyes, too, flickered to your lips.
“Oh just kiss already!” Alicia bellowed and the small group gathered around the fire laughed. You melted into embarrassment. “Sorry, didn’t mean to ruin the moment. Continue. Everyone look away!”
“Oh, stop,” you chirped timidly, making the group chuckle again.
The rest of the night passed and with Liam and your new friend by your side, you could relax. Leaning your head against Liam’s shoulder, you decided you didn’t want to be anywhere else but here with him.
I’ve been writing so much on tumblr lately and I’m LOVING it! But that means I’ve been neglecting my story on Wattpad (my user is @yoootommo aye get that self-promo) for a week and I’M SORRY! Anyway, here you are. Enjoy. I love you so very very much.
Au revoir! Je t'aime! Je vous remercie! I don’t speak French who am I kidding. Haha, have a lovely day/night wherever you are, Lovelies! xx