Niall Horan Imagines

Draw Me Something Beautiful

"Watch are you doing?" Niall asks, jumping onto the couch beside me. I shrug tapping my cheek with my pointer finger.

"I don't know what to draw." I admit after sometime of thinking.

He stands up looking down at me. "Draw me something beautiful." He says turning around and walking into the kitchen. A thought comes to mind as I scramble around grabbing all my art supplies and walking up two stories and into my studio. "Princess are you okay?" Niall's voice echo's.

"Yeah," I yell putting my pencil between my teeth. "Don't come up until I finish. It's going to be a surprise."

He mumbles something so quietly but continues on to what I presume is the living room.

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I finish up a few details before stepping back and admiring my work. How the hell did I do it? No clue. (A/n picture on sidebar)

"Niall," I yell. "I'm finished."

I hear footsteps and then a presence behind me. "Princess.." He moves closer touching the side of the canvas.

"You told me to draw something beautiful."  He steps back putting an arm around my waist and pulling me into his chest. His chin rests on my shoulder as he continues to admire the drawing.

"It looks so much like me." He murmurs. I turn around grasping his cheeks in my hands.

"Its suppose to." I giggle. He leans in pecking my lips a few times.

"Do you really think my eyes are irresistible?" He asks wiggling his eyebrows and crossing his eyes.

"You, your eyes, your smile, your body, your personality. You Mr. Horan are simply irresistible all together."

His face becomes a tinted pink as he gently leans in and kisses me once more.

"Y/n you make me the happiest man in the world."

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Who's the shitty writer?

I'm the shitty writer.

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