Niall Horan Imagines and Preferences

Wedding Planning

"Let's do it. Let's get married, today!" Niall grinned, making you raise your eyebrows.

"No."

"But wedding planning is boring." Niall whined, throwing his head back in a tantrum.

"Well that's why I'm planning our wedding. Not you." You smiled, shaking your head. You moved around a few pieces of paper and magazines that you had sprawled across the kitchen table so you could view everything easier.

You traced your fingers of a picture of a decorated hall, smiling.

"What flowers?" You asked Niall, looking over a few different arrangements and types.

"So you try to tell me that I'm not planning the wedding but you leave such a huge decision - the flowers - up to me."

You laughed at his sarcasm, shaking your head.

"Doesn't matter what you pick anyway, I'm going for the white roses.

Niall grinned, standing up from his seat and walking around to stand behind you. He easily lifted you from your chair, adjusting you so that you were being carried bridal style. He took you to your bedroom, ignoring your protests about that you had more planning to do.

"Oh shush." Niall grinned, effortlessly lowering you to the bed and straddling your hips. You were a pot of giggles as he leant down and kisses all over your face, pinning your arms above your head.