One Direction Requested One Shots

If I Was Your Boyfriend [Nouis]

A.N.: Why did I write this? I feel like crying. I experimented quite a bit with this, trying little different things here and there so, yup. T'was a prompt. Hope you enjoy! :)

“Whaddya think, Ni?” Louis walked out of his clothes, holding two outfits up for judgement.

Niall shrugged his shoulders uncaringly before he rolled onto his back, dropping a Kleenex onto his puckered lips and let out a huff so the Kleenex jumped off his mouth before fluttering back.

“Niall,” Louis whined, stomping his foot childishly. “I’m being serious here. I need your help.”

Niall rolled his eyes before he tilted his head, looking over at Louis as the Kleenex fell to the bed below. “What’s it for then?” He asked, already knowing what the answer was going to be and but asking anyways.

“Dinner, Eleanor, tonight.” Louis explained very briefly for Niall’s sake before he just waved it away and held out the clothes again, shaking them slightly. “C’mon,”

“And that is why I don’t give a fuck.” Niall growled, pushing off the bed roughly and he headed for the bedroom door but he froze on the threshold as Louis called to him reproachfully.

“Niall…” He said in a soft voice, throwing the clothes on his bed before he wrapped his arms around himself. “I just… Please don’t be like that…”

Niall stopped with his hand on the knob, letting out a shaky sigh before he turned around and walked back over to Louis. “That one.” He pointed at the right outfit simply because it was the first one he set his eyes on.

“Really look at it.” Louis begged, wrapping an arm around Niall’s waist to squeeze his side lightly. “Please?”

Niall bit back a sigh again before he leaned into Louis, tucking into his side before he considered the clothes. Both outfits were ultimately fine, tight trousers that would hug his every curve and a printed shirt that would make his arms look fucking amazing, but it wasn’t for Niall so he chose the lesser of the two.

“Like I said,” Niall pointed at the right one again before he made to wiggle from under Louis’ arm but Louis pulled him into a tight hug.

“Thanks, Ni.” Louis propped his chin on Niall’s head and squeezed him again and Niall bit the inside of a cheek to stop from making any noises.

Niall leaned back in Louis’ arms so he could look up at him before he noticed that Louis was already looking down at him. Niall took a deep breath before he pushed up on his toes and pressed his lips to Louis’ softly, letting his eyes flutter shut. Niall raised his arms to lace his fingers in Louis’ feathery hair and he stroked his hands through the locks as he twisted his head to the side.

He pressed his lips a little harder against Louis’ and Louis had just started to kiss back before he twisted his head away from Niall. He pushed Niall away and walked away from him, running his own hands into his hair to tug on it. “Don’t… don’t…” His voice shook, his hands shook, his whole body shook. “Please don’t. You…need to stop doing that. You know I love Eleanor.”

“Right,” Niall snarked from behind, lifting a hand to his own hair so he could tug on it sharply just to feel the pain. “I’m sure.” Niall stomped out of the room and slammed the bedroom door so harshly that Louis jumped and hugged himself.

He heard the front door slam next and he sank to the floor, crawling back so he could lean against his bed as he pressed his hand to his mouth. “Fuck,” He breathed, unsure if he could even gather enough strength to get ready for dinner that night. He did eventually but he was so distracted that he barely heard a word Eleanor said until she kicked his ankle roughly under the table. His eyes snapped to look over at her and she scowled at him, crossing her arms over her chest before she grabbed at her glass of wine.