Niall Horan Imagines

Be My Cupcake?

You hummed in satisfaction, wiggling yourself in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. Freezing in your spot, your eyes flew open with realization. You gasped and scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping over the sheets that were pulled out with you. "Oh my god, you perv!" You shrieked, shying as far away from the bed as you could.

Niall's eyes blinked open and he furrowed his eyebrows at you, until he followed your stare to the bulge in his boxers. Laughing to himself, he rolled over so that he was lying on his stomach. With his face in his pillow, his words were muffled as he whined, "I can't help it."

"Yes you can!" You snapped, bending down to retrieve the sheets from the floor. "Think clean thoughts, Horan," You said as you placed the sheets back on the bed, making sure to cover Niall. He laughed into his pillow and you rolled your eyes, turning to excuse yourself from the room. "I'm goin' downstairs to get some food. You're hungry, too, I assume?"

He nodded, still with his face pressed to his pillow and you smiled. There really was hardly anything you didn't know about Niall. Venturing down the stairs, it was the scene in front of you that reminded you why you were at Niall's house, to begin with. Four other bodies were draped around the room; either on the floor or some piece of furniture. You couldn't remember at what point the night before, you and Niall had decided to head upstairs to sleep, but between then and now, the boys had managed to trash nearly the entire first level of his house. The living room was a holy mess - there were empty chip bags, soda cans, candy wrappers - scattered all over. Not to mention the one half-filled beer bottle that stood among the collection of empty ones. There was no alcohol brought into the situation when you and Niall were still down there. You knew he wouldn't be pleased to discover that his friends had raided his alcohol cabinet, among everything else they'd gotten into.

The TV was still on and playing very softly. A few of them must have gotten warm during the night, because you found a couple shirts lying abandoned on the floor. But the four of them were completely knocked out, in fact, you were certain you could've yelled in their ears with a megaphone, and they still wouldn't have woken up. How wonderful it would be to deal with four hungover idiots.

Letting out a sigh, you trekked through the mess to get to the kitchen. It was even worse in there. Every cabinet was open and had been rummaged through. The walk-in pantry door was wide open, and an open box of cereal was lying on the floor, its contents spilled out. You turned to find a stack of dirty dishes in the sink, and the faucet was running very lightly. You were quick to shut that off, only to discover that the refrigerator door had been left open, too. Anything that was still inside was spoiled. Looking around, you concluded that fixing some breakfast would be nearly impossible.

You found your way back upstairs and peeked into Niall's bedroom. He wasn't in there anymore, and instead left the bed empty with the sheets thrown to the side, and the indentation from his body still fresh in the mattress. You turned your head just in time to catch Niall coming out of the bathroom, still in nothing but his plaid boxers. He yawned and traced his fingers through his hair, combing it backward. Winking at you, he joked, "Came lookin' for me, did ya?"

"Yeah, but..." You started, watching as he made his way toward the staircase.

His hand wrapped around the handrail and he glanced back at you to question, "But what?"

"You might not want to go down there just yet," You advised him, forcing a small smile onto your face.