Imagine Niall's fingers swiftly moving the hair out of your face after you blow up at him. He's trying to calm you down, but to no avail.
"Please, (y/n), just calm down, sweetheart," he says, trying to pull you into his body for a warm hug.
"No," you counter, "shoving him away. "I hate you, Niall Horan. I HATE YOU."
But he just smiles. "I know you're mad at me, (y/n). But you don't hate me."
You cross your arms. "Yes I do."
His lips are still grinning as he plays with your fingers he managed to keep in his hands. "You loveeeee me, (y/n) lovesssss me-"
You look down, yanking your hand away and trying to hide your smile, as you push your hands into Niall's chest.
But he catches your hands and grips them. "I see you smiling, (y/n)!"
He tilts your chin up and you continue to look down as he presses his lips to yours. "I love you, (y/n)," he whispers, "and I don't want to fight with you."
You finally make eye contact with Niall and slightly small. "I love you too. I'm sorry for saying I hate you. And...thanks for not believing me."
He grins again, kissing your temple, "no problem."
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Imagines (from my Instagram)
FanfictionSome of these used to be personal imagines that I have edited to be "Normal imagines" and I added titles to them as well. Imagines from my Instagram (@horanbuttkisser)
