One Direction Imagines

What We Made Together (Niall Horan)

“But when should we tell them?” I whispered to Niall.

“Soon, but at just the right moment. I want everything to be perfect.” he said smiling widely.

“Okay”, I replied, smiling back at him.

We opened the door to the main room of the complex, and it looked as if everyone was already back. The place was packed, with every couch chair and corner occupied by a different couple or group. The twins, Daisy and Phoebe, as well as all the lad’s mums had gone to bed. Paul was awake and alert as always, sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed across his chest, frowning slightly, apparently deep in thought. Eleanor was giving an obviously pre-occupied Danielle a look at all the clothes she had bought while out at the town’s vicinity. Liam was whispering intently to Louis, and Louis was listening carefully with one hand over his mouth and the other resting at his side. Harry and Leigh were sitting next to each other on the loveseat they had occupied before, holding hands and every now and then looking at each other and smiling. I did a double-take, and then smiled myself.

“Look over there”, I whispered in Niall’s ear, nodding towards Leigh and Harry.

Niall shrugged his shoulders. “It was going to happen eventually, babe. Haven’t you seen the way they look at each other?”

“Yeah, I have. It’s exactly like the way you look at me.” I smiled.

“Hmmm… I wonder why that is…” he responded sarcastically, kissing me passionately on the lips.

“Ugh. Get a room”, came Leigh and Harry simultaneously from across the room.

“I should the same for you two!” Niall retorted back, pointing to the couples locked hands.

Leigh and Harry separated quickly, both blushing furiously.

“Wanna take their advice?” Niall asked me, gesturing towards the hallway with the bedrooms.

“Sure”, I smiled cheekily.

The complex had become like our home away from home while we all stayed together to reconnect after the tour. The only issue was there was never any intimacy, as the rooms were all right next to each other and the walls weren’t exactly soundproof.

We opened the door to our diminutive accommodation. Right above the bed draped an Irish flag, which I had bought Niall for his birthday last September. On the nightstands on either side of the queen-sized bed stood pictures of family, friends, pets, a lamp, and various oddities. As neither of us were really “clean-freaks” as Niall liked to constantly call Harry, the room was sufficiently messy, with various articles of clothing draped across the carpet. Hangers were strewn across the floor, and we never failed to trip over our suitcases at night when the room would become engulfed with almost unreal darkness.

I kicked off my sandals, and jumped on the bed almost too enthusiastically.

“Careful!” Niall warned, referring to my sudden, harsh movements.

“Sorry” I whispered, though I couldn’t help but flashing him an incredibly toothy smile.

He chuckled, taking off his sweater. I sat there on the bed, admiring his biceps. I don’t think I would ever finish thank the heavens that he finally started to workout. Not that I hadn’t found him attractive before. Of course I had. We had, after all, started dating when he was just a scrawny sixteen year-old in the X-Factor. But now, with more than ten pounds of muscle gained, there was literally even more to love. It didn’t help the fact that he was now taking off his shirt, revealing his toned abs. I couldn’t count many times I had fallen asleep on his stomach.