Niall Horan Imagines

Teenage Night (II)

"Never have I ever thought
You'll see me the way I see you...
But in your beautiful eyes,
I know that you do..."

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[ (Y/N)'s POV ]

Niall and I have been working on our Literature project for about an hour. To be frank, we were not even close to completion.

I dropped the pen in my hand and closed the book in frustration. This was definitely exhausting. I sighed softly and rubbed my temples.

Just then, Niall patted my shoulder in order to get my attention. Once I looked at him, he questioned, "We should probably take a break."

"Yeah, sure. It has been exhausting."

Niall nodded his head, agreeing. "I'm tired too. And bored." He chuckled softly.

"Well then, we should do something else, don't you think so?" I suggested.

"Yes, definitely! Great idea, (Y/N)!" He stood up. He then stopped for a moment, "but what should we do?"

"That," I showed my index finger, before scratching my head, "I don't know."

Niall and I both shrugged our shoulders and laughed at our lack of creativity.

"Come on, I've got a great idea." He offered his hand for me to hold. I looked at his hand blankly and gave him a questioning look. He just nodded his head slightly and gestured me to take his hand, not bothering to give an answer. Absent-mindedly, I reached out for his hand.

He pulled me up and held me close. I just stared at him, curiosity evident in my eyes. I raised my eyebrows, expecting an explanation from him.

He smirked before parting his lips slowly, "Will you be my princess?"

My eyes grew bigger in size, clearly surprised. "Wha- what?"

"You heard me. Will you do the honour of being my princess?" He smiled, looking into my eyes intently.

A few seconds passed, and Niall and I both were in the same position. His eyes were still locked to mine, as though he was searching for answers from them. I felt as though my lips were paralyzed. I lost the capability of saying anything.

Niall clear his throat and broke the eye contact, looking down. A blush was evident in his cheeks. He looked back up to me, smiling a little before he chuckled softly, "You don't get it, do you?"

Not breaking eye contact, I shook my head slowly and let out a nervous laugh. Gosh, why must I be such an awkward person?

"Alright, just hold my hand." He said. I nodded my head and did as I was told to. Taking my other hand, he positioned it on his shoulder.

"Now we can dance." He said, giving me a small smile.

"Niall, I have to tell you something..." I said, no longer looking at him. "I can't dance."

He shook his head, "I believe you can. Let's just give it a try, alright?"

"Dance? You mean, me, dancing with you?" I was starting to freak out, and I didn't even know why I did. I couldn't even phrase my sentences in a proper way. "No. But I can't dance? I'm terrible-"

Niall put his index finger on my lips, "Shhh.. Shhh..."

I stopped rambling and stared at his face, almost awe-struck. Have I ever realized how perfect he looks? My eyes couldn't stop staring at him. Slowly, my eyes were locked to his, and I felt as if I could drown in those mesmerizing beautiful blue eyes.