Imagines

Niall Horan #15

(I usually suck at romcoms so if this isn't that great, I apologize in advance!)

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You smile at yourself in the mirror as you get ready for your date. It was your first date with your crush, Niall Horan, and you were excited, but also nervous as hell.

You put the finishing touches to your outfit right as the doorbell rings. Taking a deep breath, you exit your room. You're so excited that you rush trying to go to the front door...and end up falling down the stairs!

You groan loudly as you stand up again, thankfully unharmed, and fix your hair. You open the door...and immediately burst out laughing.

Niall was there, standing in front of you....wearing a shirt that had vertical stripes and a tie that had horizontal stripes. He looked ridiculous!

You're too busy laughing that you almost don't realize that he's laughing too. Once you finally notice, you slowly stop laughing long enough to ask him, "what's so funny?"

"Your shoes," he snickers, "they don't match."

You look down to see that he's right. One heel is black and the other is a dark navy blue. You groan loudly, but point out his flaw as well. "It's okay, you're wearing stripes that don't match!"

He looks down before smacking himself on the forehead. "Well, this is off to a wonderful start. Would you like to get going?"

You chuckle as you take his hand and he leads you out the door, to his car. On the way, you end up tripping over your nonmatching heels and drag him down with you, getting the two of you covered in mud.

"Shit!" you exclaim as you stand and desperately try to brush the mud off, only smearing it more. Niall laughs loudly.

"We're going to look great at the restaurant, aren't we?" he jokes.

The two of you go to his car and he starts driving the two of you to the restaurant. On the way, you get a flat tire. The two of you groan at the same time as you both get out and try to examine the damage.

"You have a spare, right?" you ask hopefully. However, to your dismay, Niall slowly shakes his head.

"Can you try your cell?" Niall asks. You nod and take out your cellphone, only to realize that you haven't got a signal. You groan loudly and show your phone to Niall. He takes out his phone to try and ends up groaning loudly. "Shit!"

"What now?" You bite your lip.

"I guess we're going to have to push," Niall sighs. You gasp and shake your head vigorously, but that's exactly what ends up happening.

After what feels like twenty lifetimes later, you and Niall finally make it to the restaurant, covered in grease, sweat, and motor oil. Your high heels were caked in mud and dirt and your feet are absolutely killing you. The two of you go inside, and the host makes a disgusted face as you ask for a table.

"Sir, you're three hours late for you reservation," the host says. Niall grabs him by the collar of his shirt, causing him to gasp.

"Look buddy," he growls at the man, "we spent hours pushing my damn car to get here, we're eating our fucking meal."

The host nods and hesitantly leads you to a table far, far away from anyone else. The two of you sit and a waitress comes to ask for your drinks.

"It's been a rough night, I think we'll both have some champagne," Niall says as he looks at you. You nod in agreement.

The waitress leaves and comes back with your drinks a few minutes later. You thankfully take the drink...and end up spilling it all over your dress. Niall bursts up laughing, and ends up spitting champagne all over the place.

"You better settle in for a long evening, babe. It's not even the main course!"