Imagine cuddling with Niall.
His arms would wrap around you, either from behind in a spooning position or with you facing him (although sometimes you’re the big spoon, because you believe Niall is precious and deserves to be held).
The cuddling session is usually filled with sleepy giggles, Niall blowing raspberries on your neck because he’s a small child, and quiet talk about anything and everything.
“Want to buy a house out in the country,” he tells you one time.
Your hand curls around the back of his neck, fingers running through the longer hair there. “Yeah? What for?” You ask softly.
His eyes are closed when he answers. “For uh-” a stifled yawn interrupts him, “for gettin’ away from the city. To raise some kids away from the bustle, raise them properly. Maybe get a goat or something.”
It’s a nice dream. You quite like it. “Sounds good,” you drowsily murmur, pressing your head into his chest. His hand radiates warmth on your back, flowing through your entire body. “Whenever you want to house hunt, I’m ready.”
A sleepy chuckle rises in his theist. “Ya want to buy a house with me?”
“I would buy anything with you, Niall.” You admit softly, words muffled by his own shirt.
There’s silence between the two of you for a while, and it’s looking like this cuddle session might really become a nap session, which is totally fine with you. “Anythin’, huh?” Niall mutters in a wistful tone, almost to himself, like he expects you to be asleep.
“Mhm,” you reply, just on that soft edge of sleep. “A house or two, ‘cause we’re gonna have kids, and we can’t keep them in a one-room apartment and we have to have a place in the city for your work. Maybe a garden in the country home. That would be nice, yeah?” You’re rambling a bit, but that’s okay.
Niall hums deep in his throat. “How many kids do ya want?”
“I’m not sure.” You say, thinking it over. “At least two. I think it’ll feel right when we’re full. Get a dog, have the good family life.”
Niall’s quiet for a while, fingers brushing over your back thoughtfully. “You’ll marry me someday, yeah?”
Your heart flutters in your chest. This is not a proposal, you know. It’s just a simple question, one that even in your tired state makes you want to fire off a smart answer, but you don’t, because this is is serious. This is life. “Yeah. I’ll marry you someday.”
Niall breathes out a sigh of relief, before nestling his chin further into the top of your head, a small amount of tension you hadn’t noticed leaking out of him. “Good.”