Imagines

Niall Horan #9

It's a hot summer day and you and your friends decide to go to a pool. Your friend Eleanor texts you, telling you that she and the others will be around to pick you up in about twenty minutes.

You put on a dark blue bikini and put on a coverup over it. Your hair is pulled back into a ponytail and you slip into sandals before packing up sunscreen, a few water bottles, and sunglasses. Right as you're zipping your bag up, your doorbell rings.

"Coming!" You run to the door and open it, to reveal Eleanor, her boyfriend Louis, and Zayn standing in front of you. You look at Zayn quizzically.

"Hey guys. Where's Perrie?" you ask.

"Out to lunch with her folks," Zayn answers. You nod and the four of you go out to Eleanor's car and pile inside.

"TO THE POOL!" Louis screeches, causing you to laugh.

***

The four of you get out of the car and run for the pool. Eleanor goes to a water slide and, of course, Zayn and Louis run to the diving boards. Not being such a big fan of heights, you simply start at the shallow end and wade into the deeper water, the normal way.

You and your friends laugh and chase each other around the pool, having a good time. You even play a game of Marco Polo, after Louis insists on it for a solid fifteen minutes. But after awhile, you start to feel...strange. Like somebody is watching you.

You look up and, almost immediately, you spot a lifeguard. He's pale, with messy blond hair and deep blue eyes. He's staring directly at you, and doesn't break his gaze away once the two of you make eye contact.

"Uh guys, I'll be right back," you tell your friends. You get out of the pool and Zayn swims over to you (he's not the best swimmer, but has definitely improved since last summer).

"You okay Elizabeth?" he asks. You nod.

"Yup, just cold. Gonna go sunbathe for a bit," you lie. He nods and carefully swims off to join Louis and Eleanor once more.

You look up at the lifeguard again to see him smirking at you. You want to talk to him, but you know it'd be pretty stupid for you to be shouting up at a lifeguard. So, you go and sit in a chair...and wait.

After a few minutes, you spot the lifeguard getting down from his post. He speaks with another man, this one with wild, curly hair and multiple tattoos, who takes over the blond's position for him. Once the tattooed man is seated, the blond makes his way over to you.

"Hey," he says, surprisingly nonchalantly. He makes it sound like you two have known each other for years.

"Uh...hi?" You feel so damn awkward.

"I'm Niall," he smirks and winks at you. For some reason, you find yourself blushing.

"Elizabeth," you respond. Your face is red hot and he chuckles.

"Look, Elizabeth. I think you're really pretty, and it's not just because you have a bikini on, I promise," he looks mortified and it causes you to laugh. "Look, uh, I'm actually not that great at, um...talking to people. But I was, uh, wondering if you'd like to hang out sometime?"

You think about it for a moment. You'd literally just met the guy, but then again, isn't hanging out how people get to know each other? What harm could it do?

"I'd like that," you finally nod and smile. He grins at you.

"Great! My name is Niall Horan, by the way. I'm in your grade at school, we'll be Seniors this year. Uh, sorry, I'm rambling again. Um...here's my address and phone number."

He takes your phone, which is set on a table, and looks at you. You smile and enter in the passcode and go to Notes, before handing it to him. He types in a few things before handing the phone back to you.

"Call me sometime?" he asks eagerly.

"It's a date."