Imagines (from my Instagram)

What Makes You Beautiful

I lay in bed, my arms crossed over my chest, staring at the ceiling.

Impossible to sleep with everything running through my head.

I jump when I feel something touch my leg. When I realize it's just Niall's leg brushing it, I relax again. I look over at him. He's so cute when he sleeps.

"I can't sleep if you can't."

His eyes open, flashing me his sparkling blue orbs.

"Sorry." I sigh. "I'm really worried about tomorrow. Actually, today. I have to give that stupid speech at uni."

Niall grabs my waist, yanking me down for my head to rest on his bare chest. I giggle.

"You'll do fine," he says quietly, kissing my hair.

"I hope so."

Later that day, I stand at the podium of the largest crown I have ever seen, besides Niall's concerts.

I glance up, and see a familiar figure in a hoodie and sunglasses walk in. He takes a seat in the back, and rests the glasses in his nose to wink at me.

I look down at the ground, trying to hide my smile.

Niall.

I clear my throat, and flip my hair to get out of my face. "My name is (Y/n) (Y/l/n)...."

When I finish, the crown erupts in applause. I smile shyly, waving awkwardly as I step down. I walk around the side and out the back door, Niall secretly following me. When we get out to the parking lot, he practically jumps on top of me, sprinkling big, sloppy kisses all over my face.

I grin, swatting him away as we get in the car together. We both get in, and he pulls of the hood and sets the sunglasses down. "(Y/n), you were amazing!"

"Stop it," I blush.

"That's what makes you unbelievably beautiful, (y/n). You don't even know, do you?"

I press my lips together, shaking my head.

"You're perfect." Niall leans over, kissing me sweetly. "Absolutely perfect."