Imagines (from my Instagram)

Hairdresser

"You know, when I was younger I wanted to be a hairdresser."

Niall gives you a sideways glance, barely looking away from the game on the TV.

"I just thought you should know," you say simply, leaning back and picking at your nail.

He sighs. "Go ahead."

You look up. "Hm?"

"Go ahead! You're bored. Play with my hair."

You grin excitedly. You pat the floor beneath you. "C'mere."

Niall laughs and comes over, getting comfortable. You take the clips and hair ties from your hair and clip them in his. You tie up little spikes and giggle. "You look amazing!"

Niall feels around with his hands. "Ah."

You take your phone out and take a picture of him. You post it with a caption, "my masterpiece".

Niall suddenly sits on top of you and lays back on your chest.

"Shouldn't I be the one laying on you?" You suggest with a giggle.

"Shouldn't I be the one playing with your hair?" He counters.

You laugh and nod, giving him a kiss.