One Direction Preferences

Confession N.H.

hiya love! could you write an imagine where niall has always secretly liked you & finally comes out and says it?? thank you!! xoxo P.S i love your style of writing

"Louuuuuuuu," I hear Niall scream across the dressing room.

"What?" she sass him from her chair next to mine with Liam in it. "I am cutting Liam's hair."

"When are you bleaching mine?" he walks over

"I'm not." He looks flabbergasted. How could his amazing Lou not be doing his hair. It's been hard for the boys to adjust to having two hair stylist, half the time I just need up mixing colour or handing things to Lou. "(Y/N) is doing it. And don't tell me no, Niall."

I chuckle watching the two enter act. With Lou pointing her scissors in Niall's face, and him acting as if he was scared. These boys sure where something else.

"That's fine," Niall finally states walking over taking a seat in my chair. I can't lie I really am exciting to do one of their hairs without hearing them complain about it being me. "Alright beautiful, I would like the top bleached left longer on top faded. I want my natural all on the bottom. Think you got that love?"

"Yes sir," I raise one of my eye brows at him looking him in the eye through the mirror. "I think I've got this."

"I'm sure you do gorgeous," he smiles.

"Niall," Lou scolds from next to me. "Stop hitting on my help."

He turns a brilliant shade of red out of embarrassment sinking down in my chair. I hear Louis cracking up as he takes a seat in Lou's chair, so I know something must be up. I basically have to pull Niall up straight so I can start on his hair. The whole time I was applying the bleach he avoids eye contact with me. If I would ask him a question he would either give a world less answer or a short one.

I finally sent him to process while I cleaned up from doing a colour. I find it strong how Lou made that comment, Niall is always friendly like that. What I find even more strange is that Niall of all people coward down to the comment. Louis laughing was the only normal thing that happen in that span of about maybe two minutes.

"Niall," I call over my shoulder to him, as in putting my clean colouring brush away. "Five minutes."

He just nods, unusual, he always has some remark about how he is playing Fifa, or eating, or what ever he is going at the time. I set out my clippers and scissors before turning around to yell for Niall. Expect for the first time in the history of the world he is already sitting in my hair.

"Wash bowel." I point.

He gets up walking over laying his heads gently onto the neck of the bowl as if news scared his head was going to break it. Seeing Niall act so timed was strange. The normal ball of happy energy acting shy, was throwing me for a loop. It also made me feel unsteady being around him, especially so close to him washing his hair. My boobs being right in his face feels awkward now that he hasn't uttered a word sense Lou's comment.

I grab the towel to start drying his hair off, before twisting it so it was stay on his so it would stay until he gets to my chair. I cut Niall's hair exactly how he explained to me before we started. He seemed pleased when we were done, at least as far as I could tell. He simply smiles, nods and hopes out of my chair.

I used to think that there was a small chance that Niall actually had feels for me. With the way he would always compliment me, wink at me, and say cheeky things, when even always have playful banter. I guess that was just a shot in the dark; the boy I actually have feeling for have feeling for me as well. I would be leaving in a alternate universe. I mean I'm just a cosmetologist trying to make a name for myself; I'm nothing special.

I grab my hair spray to start doing touch up on the boys before we send them out on the red carpet. As I take a seat on the couch to wait for them to get change I hear Louis in a hushed tone, "Mate why don't you just tell her already?"

"I don't know. I can flirt with her all day long but when some mentions feeling I freeze."

"Niall listen to me. (Y/N) has been with us for three months now and I'm pretty sure you were completely smitten with her on day one. Just tell her, you never know what can happen."

With that they both stepped out from behind the curtain fixing the sleeves on their jackets. Niall looked beyond gorgeous, and I was proud his hair was still in place. I wish I could say the same for Louis' hair; it looked like he ran his hand straight through it so it would stand up. He moves his had to his fringe his slime fingers about to stick the rest of it straight up.

"Louis," I scrolled. He jumps back with his fingers still in his hair and a scared expression on his face. "Get those fingers out of your hair right now. We don't have time to completely redo it."

"What's wrong with it?" He finally removes his fingers giving me a confused look instead of a scared one. I point over to the big mirrors that lined the walls of the dressing room "Fuck. Lou is gonna kill me."

"No she isn't; I can fix it." He gives me a spectacle look as I walk over to get my comb. "Just bind down for me, it will only take a minute."

"But, but," I hear that thick and now nervous Irish accent. "What about my hair (Y/N)?"

"There is nothing wrong with it Ni," I smile up at him. "Maybe just a little more hair spray so it doesn't fall."

"O.. Okay," he stammers. "Will you do that after Louis, so I can talk to you."

I gulp, but nod my head in agreement. He hates his hair, that's why he wants me to fix it. Great, I screwed up and Lou is going to be so mad at me. I only takes me a few minutes to fix Louis hair. Thankfully he is actually pleased with it, he even told me I did a god job.

He walks off giving Niall a huge smile and double thumbs up, which makes me even more nervous. I just have to keep telling myself to stay calm.

"So whats up Niall?" I pick up the hair spray bottle from the floor.

"I have a confession," and here it comes.

"You hate your hair?" I blurt out dropping both my hands to my side.

"What? No," he shakes his head. "I.. I.. Look, (Y/N) I really like you. And I have every sense you started with us."

"What?" I feel like a little kid on Christmas. "Me?"

"Yeah you," he pulls at the hair on the back of his neck. "If you don't like me back that's fine. I just figured I would at least get it out in the open."

"I do."

"You do?" he smiles. A smile that takes over his whole face.

He walks over to me wrapping his arm around my lower back pulling me into him. I looked into his deep blue eyes as we both of us leaning in until I lips meet. I pull my free up to the back of his head, lacing my fingers in his soft hair. I was just a sweet kiss, a kiss that could knock the breath out of me. We pull apart just smiling at each other, before we separate to finish getting ready for the red carpet event.

A/N: I feel like I am being really cheesy yet again. Like always with respect if you don't like I will re write it. Feedback. Feedback. Feedback. Feedback.