Imagines (from my Instagram)

Cold

"Niall, please come here. I'm freezing."

He reciprocates my smile as he tugs on a sweatshirt.

"You want your fuzzies?" he asks, holding up the purple socks.

I nod, shivering.

Niall climbs in next to me, wrapping his arms around my shaking body.

"Geez, are you alright?"

I pull my sleeves around my fingers so no skin in visible to the cold air swarming us. I rest my head on his chest, my body practically on top of his.

"You're warm," I say softly.

"Am I?"

"Mmm."

His fingers comb my hair, but I pull it away, lacing our fingers together and resting it on my stomach. "I like them here."

Niall kisses my forehead. "Are you good?"

"I think so. I'm just.. so cold. Do you think I'm sick?"

His free hand reaches up and touches my forehead.

"Oh my gosh," I gush, "your hand is so hot."

He pulls away quickly. "I'm sorry!"

"No." My opposite hand puts his in its previous position. "It feels amazing."

"Your head is just really cold," Niall comments. "Maybe we should take your temperature."

I tighten my grip on his body. "We'll do it in the morning," I whisper.

His fingers take my hair in his hand, pulling it from beneath my sweatshirt, letting it cascade down my back and onto the left of his stomach. "Okay."

I sigh, finally comfortable.

Niall kisses my cheek, my jaw, my neck.

I smile.

"Goodnight, I love you."