One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Niall Imagine for @samigermain

Imagine for Sam. Sorry it's a little late! Hope you like it though! :)

***Sam's P.O.V***

From: Nialler

I'm coming over. Be ready in 5. Casual. <33

I sighed and went to my closest, pulling out jeans and a cute crop top that read "Kiss me, I'm Irish!" on it, along with a black tank top. I threw the clothes on, brushing my teeth quickly just in case. I heard the door slam shut halfway through brushing my hair. "Sam! I'm here!" Niall yelled, walking into my room and jumping facedown on the bed.

"I see you, dummy," I said, poking my tongue out at him. Satisfied with my hair, I put away the brush away and went back into my room, jumping onto Niall's back.

Niall groaned underneath me, and I giggled. Niall decided to flip us over then, causing me to giggle even more as he tickled my feet, mercilessly. "This is what you get, you little monster!" Niall called out, his fingers harshly digging into the soles of my feet.

Niall had been my best friend ever since we were children. We had both grown up in Mullinger, Ireland, and had gone to school together up until the time that Niall auditioned for X-Factor. I had went to his audition, as well as a few of the live shows as well. I voted every week too. I've even met the other lads about five times when Niall brought them to Ireland to visit or when I flew out to go to a concert. Fame hadn't changed Niall at all, and he still made his home and family his first priority. He never lost touch with me. Not even a little bit.

I would never admit this to anyone. Not any one! But I had a little bit of a crush on Niall. Okay, okay a lot. I think I realized it when Niall was put in One Direction, and they were sent off to live shows. Away from Ireland. And me. I had to watch as girls freaked over the band, swearing they were going to marry my best friend. For the past three years, I've had to endure hate on Twitter for being Niall's best friend, see thousands of girls buy shirts and other merchandise with Niall's face plastered on it, and I've had to watch interviews and hear Niall talk about crushes on celebrities like Demi Lavato and Katy Perry. But Niall was worth all of that. And someday, I hope he's mine.

"Ready to go?" Niall asked.

I nodded, slipping on socks and converse before following Niall out the door. "Nialler!!! Where are we going?" I whined childishly.

"That's for me to know. And for you to find out," he responded, poking me on the nose. I grumbled playfully and hopped in the passenger side of the car, waiting for Niall to drive off.

Ten minutes later, we reached Sweet Treats, the most famous ice cream shop in the UK. I had never been there because my parents didn't like ice cream, and the closest one was too far away to walk to. My eyes went wide and I started to fangirl in the front seat of Niall's car. "Niall!! Oh my gosh!! Sweet Treats! Are we turning in there? You're turning in there. Oh my gosh, you're turning in there! Niall, I love you!" I squealed.

"Yes, Sam. We are going to Sweet Treats. I know you've always wanted to. By the way, thank you for killing my eardrum. Because the fans haven't succeeded yet, ya know?" Niall joked. I felt guilt sweep into my face, but Niall only chuckled and tugged me out of the car. "Come on. Choose a flavor."

"Hi, can I help you?" a bored employee asked, popping her gum loudly.

"Yes, can I have a medium sized swirl please?" I asked.

"I'll have a medium chocolate and a pop," Niall added. The woman gave us our food, told us the price, and then we sat at one of the picnic tables surrounding the shop. I slurped up my ice cream, beating Niall by a good five seconds.

"Thank you, Nialler," I said, starting to walk back to the car. "I had fun."

"Oh, the night's not over yet, love," Niall smirked. The next thing I knew, I was over someone's shoulder, and we were running away from the ice cream shop.

"Holy shit, Niall. Put me down! I'm gonna fall!"

"I won't drop you!" Niall huffed back. We ran for another minute or two before Niall stopped, setting my feet on the ground. "Ta-da!"

"You're taking me bowling?!"

"Yup!"

"Yay! I love bowling!" I cried out. I did love bowling, even though I've only been once or twice. It was a fun little game. Quick, fun, and not to expensive. "Catch me, Niall!" I called as I jumped into the air and into Niall's surprised arms. "Now carry be into zee bowling area!"

Niall sighed and carried me inside. Only five other lanes were occupied. Must not be a busy night. He carried me over to the shoe rentals and greeted the employee there, who looked quite shocked at the scene before him. "Hi there, mate! I'd like to get two pairs of shoes and buy three games of bowling."

The man nodded and rang him up. "Bumpers or no bumpers?"

"None," Niall smirked. I shot him an expectant look. "We're playing best out of three. Winner has to buy the loser a cotton candy and drink," Niall explained, and I nodded, rubbing my hands together.

"Okay, what are your shoe sizes?" the man asked.

I turned to Niall, even though he was still hold me. "Niall, what shoe size am I?" I asked, lifting my foot so it was right in front of my face.

"Ah! Sam! Ew! That's disgusting! Why am I friends with you? That was so gross! You're an eight. Eight, please," Niall requested. The employee chuckled despite himself, and handed me the shoes as Niall set me down. Niall ordered his shoes and the man told us Lane 27 was ours.

The first game was a battle, resulting in me being the champion. The second game was close, but I lost by five points to the little popstar. We were now on the ninth round of the third game. Niall had gone to the restroom, but he was taking a long time, oddly enough.

"Hey, I'm back."

"Took you long enough," I chided playfully. "Hurry up, I want my cotton candy."

"Hurry up, I want my cotton candy," Niall mimicked in a higher, pitchier voice.

"I do not talk like that," I scolded as Niall bowled. He ended up knocking down all ten pins, leading us into the tenth round.

I grabbed the ball and took a deep breath. Must win. Must get cotton candy. Just think cotton candy. I bowled and ended with two strikes! I fist pumped the air, and watched as Niall rolled two gutter balls for his turn. I jumped around and danced around Niall, giggling.

"Sam? Look," Niall whispered, blushing. I turned around to face the screen where the word "WINNER" should be displayed among confetti and balloons. But, instead, different words replaced it.

"SAM, WILL YOU BE MINE?"

I blinked rapidly, gasping, and turned to Niall, who was holding out a cotton candy cone with a single red rose popping from the center.

"Sam, I've liked you for awhile now, and being on tour for so long and with all those other girls made me realize that you've been the one all along. Will you please be mine?"

"Of course, Niall!"

Niall smiled the widest smile ever and threw the cotton candy on the table, wrapping me in the famous Horan Hug as he spun me around in a circle. He set me down, but we still embraced each other, my head nuzzled into his chest and his into my neck. "I finally have my Princess," he mumbled into my neck before kissing it lightly.

"Forever," I mumbled back before tilting his face up and kissing his lips softly.

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Here's your imagine, Sam! I hope you like it! It's kind of rushed because I had to go help at a barbeque, so I didn't have a lot of time.

Enjoy that picture of Niall on the side.

Just stare at it for awhile.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Please COMMENT/VOTE!!! :)

Luff you!

~Sydney :)