Niall Blurbs

Caught in Dancing

You had your music turned up, Take Me to Church faded into Talk Dirty to Me, blasting loudly and you were going hard. Going from you bed to the ground, jumping, rolling. Just moving. The king sized bed had more than enough room for you to do so-and in that moment you were thankful that Niall had insisted on the big one.

You were twerking on the wall when Niall walks in, "What in da bloody fuck is going on en 'ere?"

You freeze in mid-twerk, eyes wide, "I um. Hiiii Niall." You try to go into the bridge and fall on your back.

He walks over to you and looks down at you and shakes his head. You flush deeply, thoroughly embarrassed.

"If yer going to twerk, then do it right, Y/N." He shakes his head and starts to twerk, his body moving just so.

You giggle and start to follow his movements and you two keep dancing like idiots in the room, enjoying yourselves. There was no need to grind on him, give him a lap dance, or anything. Just the two of you being idiots together was more than enough.

The song changed into a slow song and the slight flush he had in his cheeks from dancing, deepened. "Want to dance?" He pants slightly.

Your chest is heaving and you nod, blushing yourself, "Yeah." He takes you in his arms and you rest your head on his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat, knowing yours is beating just as fast.

Niall sings softly to you and you two sway around the room. "Love you Niall." You say quietly, kissing his chest.

"And I love you, even if you can't twerk." He chuckle and tightened his arms around your waist significantly.

You both laugh and fall onto the bed after the song ends, your head resting on his shoulder and his arms around you.