Imagines (from my Instagram)

Too Hot

"Niall. (Y/n). Go."

We look at each other, grinning. He leans forward. But just as our lips are about to meet, I hold up my hand.

"Wait, wait a minute. What's the point of this? What does the winner get?"

"Anything you want from the loser," Louis explains.

Niall frowns. "You?"

"We all know (y/n) is gonna win, Niall," Zayn says.

"No she isn't. I will!"

"Let's just start. And we'll see, okay?" I suggest.

He nods, and then tilts his head. Our lips sync together as we kiss. I ball my hands into fists, trying to grip the carpet beneath me instead of their normal place: his t-shirt.

I can feel Niall smiling, trying to make me laugh and break apart.

But it just gives me momentum. I kiss him harder, pushing him down a little.

And that's when he grabs me for support.

I pull away, breathless. "I win!"

"You cheated!" Niall exclaims.

"I did not!" I look at Louis for back-up.

He shakes his head. "Nope." He turns to Niall. "She's just smart."

I give my boyfriend a smug grin as I stand up. Niall follows suit as I brush off my pants.

"Well, I'm meet you upstairs then, Niall," I wink, twirling my ponytail as I start up the stairs.

"Now I can touch her all I want!" I hear him say excitedly, as I leave the bedroom door open for Niall to join me.