Moments (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 19

Oh no.

"Um... I don't have any photo albums."

"Sure you don't, Sammy. Sure." Niall says as he's walking out the door.

"You need my room key." I say.

"Well... I have my ways..." He says devilishly.

Uh-oh.

Niall runs over and scoops me up before I have time to say "What?" Next thing I know, I'm face-first in Niall's back and I'm swung over his shoulder, squealing and kicking to try to get down.

"Now... where's that room key?" he says, searching through my pockets as I whack his arms. "Hm... it's not in your pockets... so it must be in your purse!"

"No! Let. Me. Go!" I say, playfully hitting him.

He grabs my purse from around my arm and sifts through it. "Ah, here it is!"

"Noo!" I shout.

He rushes down to my apartment one level below with a devious look in his eye. Meanwhile, I am still slung over his shoulder. We reach my room and Niall slides the room key in. He puts me down outside the door and then darts inside as fast as he can and slams the door.

"Hmm... now to look for Sammy pictures..."

"No! Don't look in the- wait, no." Oh God.

I hope he doesn't find the one of baby me swimming without clothes on... or the one on my second birthday with chocolate all over my face... oh why did I even do that? Why did I do such stupid things when I was little? WHY?

"AHA!" I hear from somewhere in my room. Oh no. I slump against the door, unable to think of what to do. "Ooh, and here's a picture of Sammy's birthday... I guess she really likes cake, hm?" Oh NO.

"Niall! Let me in there now!"

"Ooh, somebody's getting feisty." I can practically hear the stupid little smirk on his face.

"Niall!" I plead.

"Oh, alright." I hear a few steps and an opening door. When the door opens, Niall is standing there with the biggest grin on his face, holding out a picture of me in the bath.

"NO NIALL! Bad Niall! Naughty Niall! Bad! Put down the picture!" I scold him. "Drop the picture and nobody gets hurt!" I shout, pointing my fingers at him in a gun position.

"Oh, alright Officer." he says sarcastically and slaps the picture back into the photo album.

"Niall." I say, giving him a 'seriously?' look.

When I finally have the element of surprise on my side, I drop my hands and leap onto him, sending him running backwards to the couch. He clumsily falls onto his back and I pin him down, my face inches from his.

"You wanna mess with me?" I say, trying to sound tough. (It doesn't work.)

"Nope! I've learned my lesson!"

"Oh have you, now?" I ask with a mischievous grin.

"Yes! Yes I have!" he says, covering his face with his hands.

"Hm..." I tear his hands away from his face and move mine in closer, and I look into his eyes with an evil grin. I twist his arms behind his back and hold them there as firmly as I possibly can. His face twists into a look of faked pain.

"I give up!"

I shove my face in closer to his and murmur, "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Why, yes I have."

"And what would that lesson be?"

"I have to get you fired up for a kiss."

"Wha-"

He leans in and presses his gentle, soft lips to mine.

"Niall, you idiot." I say when we break apart.

"What makes me an idiot?" he says with a sarcastic frown on his face.

I grin. "Nothing. Nothing at all."