Niall One Shots

Best Friend for Comfort

"Ah yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck, god, so good!" Her screams were loud and Niall could hear them as soon as he walked into the house.

What the actual fuck? He goes up the stares and sees her personal trainer fucking her. Of course. He was so fucking blind. Niall stood there for a moment before going over and shoving him off of her. "You and I? We're fuckin' done, get yer shit outta 'ere!" He spits out. "I'll be back tomorrow morning. Gone, all of dis fuckin' shit. You and I? We're fuckin' done!" Niall storms out of the room and goes to his car. His first choice as it always will be, calling you.

His very best friend of a very long time.

Little did her know that you were in love with him. You felt pathetic for being so. But how could you help it? You grew up with him and he was always there for you and you were always there for him.

No matter what.

"Hey Ni! What a nice surprise-"

"Y/N, I need to come over right now." Niall's voice was thick, as if he was holding back tears. Fuck.

You bite your lip, "Of course, you know you could just show up, I-"

"See you soon." He interrupts and hangs up on you.

You get dressed, pulling on leggings and a long jumper. There was a knock at your door and you hurried to answer it,s eyeing a blood shot eyed Niall.

"Oh Ni!" You pull him into your arms. You were significantly shorter than he was but her slouched down to bury his face in your shoulder.

"She was fuckin' cheatin' on me!" He started to cry a bit and you rub his back.

You pull Niall to sit on the couch with you and his face presses into your chest. You run your fingers through his hair, "Hush Niall, let's not thing about the fucking cunt." You try to soothe him and keep running your fingers through his hair. "She lost such a great guy!"

"Why couldn' I keep 'er den?" He sniffs, pressing harder into your chest.

"Because, she obviously didn't want to be kept. She didn't appreciate nor love you for who you are Niall. Don't let that get to you. It's selfish and hurtful and I never liked her." You say quietly, kissing the side of his head gently. "Don't let yourself be like this. You're going to let her win."

Niall sits up and wipes at his eyes. "I'm sorry Y/N, it's not fair fer me ta be barging in on ta dis late at night." He shakes his head.

"No, no, Niall, love." You cup his cheeks and make him look at you. "It's fine. This is what best friends are for. Best friends are for comfort. And that's what I am here for. For anything." You whisper, your eyes staring intently into his. His eyes stayed on yours and you felt yourself getting lost in the sea of the blue, drowning in his soul.

You blink a couple of times and look down, your hands faltering on his cheeks before going back to your lap.

Niall was in awe for a moment. Your eyes on his, the way you seemed to look to the very core of his being... No other woman looked at him the way you just had. You seemed to strip him of his barriers, strip him of the things of who is was and saw straight to the core of his being.

What did you see when you saw that deep? Obviously it was something you loved if you were still around and you would still say you love him...

"Wait..." He murmurs and cups your cheek. "I love ya, Y/N." He says seriously.

Niall was such a bloody idiot! Of course it never really worked out for long with the other girls, you were always apart of his life. Always going to be there.

You blink, "I love you Niall, always have and always will." You didn't really get the meaning behind it this time.

"No, I 'ave been an idiot. I love ya." He says again, both hands cupping your cheeks this time. "I love ya. I've been blind ta it fer so long. I love ya."

You sit there, mouth gaping. He what? No. He's vulnerable. "Niall, you're confused, You don't love-"

"Who is always dere when I call? Who is always there to 'elp me? Who is da girl that I know me life wouldn' be da same without? You." WIth that, Niall leans in to give you a kiss.

The kiss was everything you knew it would be.

You had kissed other guys but this... This was nothing ilk that.

His lips molded against yours perfect. The roughed callous nature of his hands cupped your smooth cheeks and his lips were soft. His taste was a hint of peppermint and Bushmills, his favourite Irish whiskey.

And it was all Niall.

You pull away and rest your forehead against his, "I love you Niall." You whisper, your lips still brushing against his as you speak.

He smiles slightly and pulls you closer and you shift to straddle him to the couch.

You wanted this as much as he did.

But you were afraid that you were being the rebound.

He kissed you roughly this time, nipping at your bottom lip.

God how you loved biting. And he knew it too. There wasn't much that you two didn't know about each other.

In all of that, you still loved each other.

He grinded you against him and a soft whimper escaped your lips.

You needed to stop this. As you pulled your mouth away from his, his lips began to trail down your neck.

You shiver and the words that were in your head, gone. The simple pleasure of his open mouthed kisses on your neck, blur your vision and cause another whimper to come from you.

You could feel his hardness against you. And Niall knew exactly what he was doing.

Now that he realised his feelings for you, there was nothing that made him want to stop. He wanted to taste you and become familiar with all of you.

As your hands pressed on his shoulders to push him back, you searched his eyes, "Ni... I'm not a rebound." You whisper, shifting off of his lap.

Niall wants to laugh. "Oh me love, yer so much more den dat." He says seriously. "But we'll take it slow."

You smile softly shaking your head, this couldn't be happening. "Thank you." You murmur and hug him, face burying in his neck.

"T'anks fer not jus' leavin' me when I was too blind ta see." His eyes on yours.

"I'm here for you." You kiss him lightly, "Always."