One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Niall Imagine for @AliDillon

Niall Imagine for Ali. Hope you like it! :)

***Ali's P.O.V.***

"Hey, Ali," Harry said, entering the room and plopping down next to me on the couch. "What are you watching?"

"Just channel surfing," I answered, flipping through a couple more channels before passing my brother the remote. "Here. There's nothing on."

He took the remote from me and I opted to scroll through Twitter. A tweet from Niall caught my eye. It was something about how he was tired as hell and didn't want to roll out of bed or something. I laughed to myself before closing Twitter and opening up my messages.

Just get out of bed, will you?  I texted Niall, almost immediately getting a response.

NO! It's cold!

Baby :p

Gee, how nice. Hey, Ali?

Yeah?

Will you come over and cook me breakfast?

Noooooooo

Pleaseeeeee

Lemme ask Harry.

"Who are you texting?" Harry asked, quite annoyed.

"No one special," I answered. "Why?"

"Because you keep giggling, like, every two minutes," he said, shaking his head. "Are you texting your boyfriend?"

"My what?!" I gasped, staring at Harry with wide eyes.

"Mum hinted to me that you might like someone. And after having to listen to you giggle every three seconds over the football game, I have to say I believe her a little bit."

"I do not have a boyfriend," I mumbled, fiddling with my phone. The truth was that Niall and I had always been the closest out of everyone in One Direction, besides Harry and I, but that relationship was sort of required. After a few years of knowing the boys and hanging out with them constantly, I had come to develop a little crush on Niall, which evolved into a bigger crush recently. I thought I had been hiding it well, but I guess mothers know best.

"Then who are you texting?"

"A friend."

"Who's also a boy?"

"Yeah. Maybe. Who cares, Harry?" I shot back, exasperated. Harry smirked, and I knew that he wasn't going to stop until  I gave him a solid answer.

"I do. Now tell me."

"No."

"Just tell me."

"No!"

"C'mon. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty please!"

"You sound like a teenage girl, Harry."

"Please."

"No!"

"Please!"

"No!"

"Please!"

"It's Niall!" I blurted out, both my hands slapping over my mouth in shock as soon as I said it. Harry's jaw was dropped, and the size of his eyes matched mine.

"Niall? As in my bandmate Niall? Best friend Niall? Blonde, Irish, loud? Niall Horan?"

"How many Nialls do you know, Harry? " I asked, running a hand down my face in exasperation.