Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

3rd Day of Christmas

Day 3
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
"Could you get the chocolate chips?" You asked sweetly while mixing the cookie mix.

"Yeah," Niall yawned. "I don't understand why we had to get up so early..." He said groggily.

"If we want to make cookies properly then you have to get up nice and early!"

"Why, so I can fall asleep and drool in them?" Niall asked seriously.

"No! So we can decorate them by dinner!"

"I'm going to fall asleep," he said sitting at the table and fake snoring.

"Stop it!" You giggled.

"What? I'm actually sleeping." Niall stated.

"Then why are you talking to me?" You say thinking you've won.

"I'm a sleep talker.." Niall pointed out.

"Whatever, idiot."

"If you say so, I must be."

You just rolled your eyes and grabbed the chocolate chips out of his hand.

"Maybe we could just take... One break," you said feeling bored by tediously drawing on a small sugar cookie.

"I said that a loooooong time ago!" Niall groaned.

"Looking at all these cookies is making me sick," you said pulling out a package of sandwich meat from the fridge and bread.

"Looking at all these cookies is making me HUNGRY!" Niall yelled jumping around.

"You're crazy!" You laughed. "The good kind of crazy."

"Now the gingerbread house," you sighed to yourself, clapping your hands together.

Niall had passed out on the couch half an hour ago. He had said that it was nap time and you haven't heard his loud mouth since. You quickly 'glued' the pieces of gingerbread together with icing. Although you might as well be gluing it with glue because nobody ever eats the gingerbread house anyways.

As you were putting the roof on, one side slid down and the side caved in. Gasping inwardly you fixed the wall and ceiling.

What's that smell? THE COOKIES!

You rushed to the oven and pulled out the burning cookies, coughing as you inhaled a puff of black smoke. As if things couldn't get worse the gingerbread house just feel over. You felt extremely discouraged. Throwing the cookies on the counter, you sat at the table again and looked at the sad excuse for the gingerbread house.

With an unexpected sob, you threw your head down and cried into your arms that were covered with a soft, Christmas sweater.

"Princess? What's wrong?" Niall asked hugging you lightly.

"I just realized the c-cookies... Some of them burnt! And the gingerbread house won't stay up! And no one's gonna want my cookies!" You cried, tears rapidly falling down your face.

Niall's lip quivered. He hated it when you cried. Or any girl for that matter, it upset him. You wiped your eyes and tried to quit talking shaking breaths.

"I'm sorry," you whispered to Niall who was covering his eyes and obviously trying not to cry.

"Please don't cry," he said hugging you. "We'll do them together."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."
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