Niall One Shots

Plus Signs on Christmas

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You lay with your head on Niall's bare chest and Niall's arms loosely wrapped around you. Soft snores come from you both. Sex had been wild and basically all over the house. After that you and Niall had only managed to put the presents under the tree before collapsing in bed, utterly exhausted.

Niall wakes up first, stretching in his spot and tightening his arms around you, "Baby girl..." He murmurs kissing your forehead.

You whimper and press your face harder into his chest.

"Princess, it's Christmas, wake up." He plays with your hair and you sigh.

"Happy Christmas handsome." You say sleepily, yawning.

"Happy Christmas beautiful." He says in return, chuckling as you yawn, "You're so cute." He smiles softly.

You giggle, "Thanks baby." You put your head back on his chest and sigh happily, "Would you like me to make hash browns and bacon for breakfast?"

"With Irish morning?"

"Of course."

"I would love that, I'll build the fire?"

"Yeah." You nod and kiss his chest, "What time are we going to Denise's?"

"Around two-thirty, your mum and dad going?" He glances down at you.

"Yes, but we are leaving with them to have dessert with my grandparents, remember?" You raise your brow.

"How could I forget?" He scoffs.

"You tend to do so on occasion." You say softly, teasing him.

"Babe, that was like, ONE time!" He pouts.

You move upwards to kiss his lips, "Twice actually, but who's counting?" You giggle and sit up, "Shit, I am sore." You groan as you stretch out your legs.

Niall smirks, "Did we go too hard?" His brow came up.

"No. Not even." You raise your brow in return.

You stand up and stretch, Niall's jumper riding up a bit so the bottom of your bum was on display and Niall whistled softly, "What I love seeing first thing in the morning." He winks.

"I thought it was these." You lifted up your jumper to show him your chest and he moans softly.

"Yes, I lied, those are."

"I bet you got coal in your stocking for lying just then Mr. Horan." You pulled the jumper back down.

He pouted, "Well future Mrs. Horan, I just like all of you and get distracted easily, okay?"

"Well-" Your witty remark was lost as a wave of nausea came over you. "Bloody fuck." You ran to the bathroom and threw up a little into the toilet and moaned, throwing up a bit more.

Niall got out of bed when you ran to the bathroom, holding your hair back, his hand rubbing your back soothingly.

"You okay?" His voice was soft and concerned.

You sat there for a moment longer, the nausea passed. You nodded, "Yeah, that was so weird. Let's go make breakfast and open our gifts." You stood up and brushed your teeth.

"Babe, we don't-"

"Niall, I am okay, let's go." You kissed him and honestly you still felt a bit nauseous but nothing that wasn't manageable..

"A-all right, if you're sure my princess." He bit his lip and lead you downstairs. You went to the kitchen to start breakfast and Niall built the fire.