One Direction Imagines

Niall: Bad Day

A/N: (Y/F/S) = Your Favorite Song

I clambered into Niall and mines shared flat. Pulling my jacket off and placing it on the coat rack. I sigh in deeply, thinking over the day as entering the kitchen and dinning room area. There stood Niall, a pair of joggers hung low to his waist, not a single thing covering his chest.

I took in his appearance, after not seeing him for almost a month he was the most gorgeous man on earth, but what's new really. I rested my head to his chest, just enjoying the warm embrace we shared, not a word spoken.

"I made us dinner," he gestured to the set table.

Sitting down, he opened a new bottle of wine, pouring us each a glass. The stir fry he had prepared was amazing, and he told me of his failed attempts until reaching perfection. We talk of everything that had gone on during the last few weeks, which were pretty eventful. He played at multiple stadiums in Europe, told of his run in with a crowd of fans and almost tore him to shreds, and about how they've been recording their new album.

After listening intently for a bit he turned the convo my way, avoiding the questions involving work.

"My family wants to see you while your off," I said before shoveling a fork full of food in my mouth.

"Alright, that ought to be fun," he chuckled.

"How long do you have off?" I questioned.

"Five days then back to the grime," he grinned. "Are you alright, love?" he asked, noticing my uneasiness, I nodded. "You're a horrible liar, what is it?" he pushed.

"Nothing," I murmured, grabbing the clear plates from the table and walking them to the sink.

"Fine, be that way," he huffed, walking down the hall.

After cleaning off the dishes and setting them in the dishwasher a beat began to play throughout the small space. I noticed it straight away, it's our song (Y/F/S). Niall reappeared, now dressed in a white V-neck.

His hand grabbed mine, pulling me to the living room. Without a word we began to dance, a sweet gesture really. I didn't realize how I've missed him and his living nature.

"You don't have to tell me what's wrong, but at least let me make it better," he kissed the top of my head lightly. We continued to dance, and he was right, it was better.