Niall Horan Imagines

Guy Next Door

While your friend moved her piece on the board game in front of you, your eyes darted to the window next door. A light had just turned on in that house, and illuminated his bedroom perfectly. You felt your hands growing sweaty as Niall appeared in the window. He caught your stare from across the lawn and shyly smiled, waving at you. You brought yourself to wave back at him before he turned away and tugged his shirt over his head. Free show, right from his bedroom window to yours.

"Oh my god," You breathed, nearly drooling as you stared at his bare back, watching his muscles contract when he tossed his shirt across his room. "He's so hot," You mumbled, and your friend's head snapped up.

She leaned over, settling her eyes on Niall. "Him?" She questioned, with a squeak in her voice. "Isn't that Niall?"

"Yeah," You nodded, unable to tear your eyes from his body. Though he wasn't looking anymore, you knew he was probably fully aware of the fact that you were still staring at him, but you didn't even care.

"Really? You think he's hot?" She asked, as if she didn't agree with you.

Your head snapped in her direction and you growled, "What do you mean? He is hot."

She laughed a little and shrugged, dropping her eyes back to the game board. "He's alright," She admitted, "You should talk to him."

"I do," You said, bringing your eyes back to his room. He wasn't standing in front of the window anymore, but the light was still on. Moments later, his figure reappeared again, as he stood from his bed and crossed the room. You licked your tongue over your lips. He was only wearing a pair of blue boxers.

"Then ask him out," Your friend urged, eager to move on with the game. "I'll roll for you," She said, picking up the dice and tossing it down again. It landed on a 3. Plucking your piece from the game board, she moved it ahead three spaces and read what was on the space. "Ask a dare from another player," She read, her eyebrows raising as an idea sprung to her mind. With a smirk on her face, she said, "How convenient! I dare you to ask Niall out. And when you do it, you gotta tell him you think he's a sexy little leprechaun and that you desperately want to try some of his Irish cream."

A blush crept across your cheeks and your hands flew to cover your embarrassed face. "I can't believe you just said that," You mumbled, and she laughed in response.

"It's a dare," She said, with a mischievous grin on her face, "You have to do it."

"I don't have to," You told her, peeling your hands away from your face as some of the redness faded. She picked up the dice and gave it a roll for herself. Moving ahead five spaces, your friend landed on the space that forced her to admit her deepest and darkest secret.

After a half hour, your game was finished and Niall had made a reappearance in his window, unannounced to you. While you were gathering the pieces to the game, your friend gasped and nudged your arm, nodding toward the window. You looked up, to see Niall hanging out his window, waving wildly at you. You brought yourself to your feet and opened your own window, leaning out so you could hear him as he shouted, "You busy tomorrow?"