Niall Horan Imagines

Midnight Music

Your eyes flew open when you felt an empty bed beside you. You were afraid and confused until the soft sound of Niall's guitar filled your ears. Sighing with relief, you forced yourself out of bed. Not because you couldn't sleep, because you probably could, if you tried. But you were interested now. What prompted this boy to peel himself out of bed and wander downstairs to strum at his guitar? Not very often was Niall easily pulled from his sleep.

You tiptoed down the stairs, watching his hand move with each chord. But you were stopped in your spot at the end of the stairs when your eyes studied his appearance. There was a chance he had boxers on behind the instrument, but guessing by the smirk on his face, he was completely naked. You gripped the railing of the stairs and innocently asked, "Why are you down here, Nialler?"

He slapped his hand down across the strings of his guitar, ending their sound. With a shrug, he quietly said, "Just thought I'd come down here and play for a while." His tongue drew across his bottom lip in a slow and almost seductive way. "I knew you'd come lookin' for me," He said to you. You swallowed hard as your grip on the handrail tightened. It was so late at night. You should have been sleeping, you knew this. Niall knew this. He had a busy day ahead of him, and you did, too. Yet something else seemed to be of more interest than sleep, at that moment. He scooted over, strategically continuing to use his guitar to cover himself. "Why don't you come over here and sit next to me?" He suggested, patting the now empty spot next to him.

You couldn't resist. You scurried over to him and excitedly planted yourself down next to him. A grin spread across his face as he turned so that he was facing you. He crossed his legs, keeping his guitar in his lap. "What should I play for you?" He asked, and without waiting for your answer, he began to strum the chords to the song, 'I'll Make Love to You'. You felt yourself crumbling as he watched his own fingers move along the strings. His eyes focused on the music as he sang, in a hushed tone, "I'll make love to you, like you want me to. And I'll hold you tight, baby, all through the night. I'll make love to you, when you want me to, and I will not let go 'till you tell me to." His voice had a certain kind of tired rasp in it, but that only intrigued you more. His accent was dripping in something hot and enticing, as if indirectly begging you to lean in for more.

"Mm," Niall hummed, like he had the taste of something delicious on his tongue. "That's a good idea, you know?" He spoke with slow and careful words as he continued to softly strum at his guitar. His head was lowered but he stared up at you in the most suggestive way possible.

"Good Lord, Niall!" You hissed, ripping his guitar out of his grip, "Move this thing."

**I have to say, I have no idea where this idea came from. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this one!**