Niall Horan Imagines

Drunk Niall.

You pushed through the door to your and Niall's shared flat, as he came in behind you, slamming the door. You two had just gone clubbing with some friends, and you were a bit more tipsy than you'd like to admit. As you turned around and began to walk to the bedroom, Niall stopped you in your tracks.

"Where'd you think you're going?" He asked his question the slightest bit slurred, and his eyes dark beneath his furrowed brow.

"Going to bed, love." You answered with a slight smile, grabbing onto the unzipped sides of his leather jacket.

"But, you've been ignoring me all night." He said, and you couldn't tell in your drunken state if he was joking or serious.

"No I haven't." You said, with a tilt of the head, looking up at him. He was smirking down at you.

"Why, yes you have." He said, taking a step forward, so your back was now against the wall.

"Oh, so I have." You batted your eyelashes and looked up at him, playing along.

"Yeah, thinking about all the other guys in that club. I have to admit I'm kind of jealous." He said, nearly in a whisper, leaning in to you.

"Mhhmm..." You said leaning your head against the wall, staring up at him.

"But you knew I'd be the one taking you home." He said, putting his hands around your waist.

"Luckiest girl alive." You muttered, staring at his slightly parted lips.

"Knew I'd be the one kissing you." He said, whispering in your ear. He pulled away and slowly lowered his lips to yours. You were overwhelmed with the taste, mixed with the smells of alcohol and his cologne, as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you close, lifting you in his arms. Without breaking the kiss, he pulled you bridal style and began to carry you upstairs. Sometimes drunk Niall, was the best Niall.

I know it's really short but I've been busy and i have writers block but im not going to keep waiting to write in three or so weeks because i love you guys too much so im just gonna do my best and hope you like it.