A Happily Never After (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Cuddle Me In

Niall grabbed my hand, interlocking our fingers, and pulled me into his side. I looked up at him, smiling.

"Oh my goodness!" I gasped. "Your hair."

"What about it?" he said, casually.

It was in a quiff, spiked up high, and there was a lot of brown in it as well. I am not going to lie, when I saw it, I almost fell over. He looked so hot, like hotter than before, which does not seem possible. Why do I always sound like a little girl when I describe boys? "You look..."

"Yeah?"

I stared at him, almost in a daze.

"Lennon!"

His eyes were mesmerizing me and his hair, how could that make him look so... Ughhhh!

"Are you still thinking about my hair? How HOT it makes me look?" he said, stepping on the back of my feet.

I giggled and shook my head. All of the sudden, I felt his arms wrap around my waist as he spun me around. "I will not put you down until you tell me how incredibly posh I look with my new hairstyle," he whispered in my ear.

"Posh? NEVER!" I yelled, trying to get out of his strong grasp.

"Suit yourself," he shrugged.

At this point, we had just reached the beach; he ran onto it as I screamed. It was only about 10 in the morning so it was not as crowded as it would be in a few hours but there were still a few people there; hopefully none with cameras.

Niall adjusted me so he was holding me like a baby. He gave me a smirk as we stood on the water's edge before bolting in. I grabbed his neck, tightly, and yelled. "Niall put me down, I'm not wearing a bathing suit!"

"Not until you tell me how much you love my hair."

"Okay, okay, fine... I love," he stopped in his tracks and started to place me down, "how gullible you are!" I giggled, squirming out of his grasp. My plan was not full-proof so instead of landing on my feet and running away, I fell out of his arms and into the cool ocean. It felt good but I couldn't give him the advantage. I stood up, my wet pajamas sticking to my body, and smirked at him. "C'mon, I think you need a hug," I said, getting closer to him. He started to back up until he tripped and fell into the water. Unfortunately, he caught himself so only about his forearms and everything below got wet. Fortunately, he was wearing a white t-shirt. I stared at his abs peaking through his shirt.

"Picture lasts longer," he laughed. I blushed and put my head down.

"It's okay," he walked closer to me, "I know I'm nice to look at." I hit his arm, giggling.

"Niall shut up," I said, splashing him.

"Oh, I know you did not just splash me."

I laughed louder when he started to chase me. Being the amazing runner I am (sike), he caught up to me quickly and grabbed my waist, tossing me into an oncoming wave. "Hey!" I yelled, emerging from under water, trying to wring out my dripping hair.

I saw him motion for me to walk out of the water so I skipped behind him. We went over to the water's edge and sat down where the waves crashed against the shore. We sat down and he placed his hand over mine.

"Niall, how did you get here?" I questioned.

"Oh, well we were performing in Philadelphia and I got a call from Emma. I had the day off so I decided to come visit you and make sure you were doing okay." I leaned over and hugged his waist.

"You're amazing!"

We sat there for a while, talking. The beach started to fill up and I saw a few of my friends. Most of them recognized Niall and were a little surprised, to say the least. Other people, probably Shoobies, or people who rent a house at the beach for only a week, came up to Niall for a picture.