Imagines (from my Instagram)

The Thought of You (version 2)

We sit in a circle, the five boys, me, and Lux.

Harry sets the infant on his lap, bouncing her on his knee as we talk.

"So," Louis begins. "Truth or dare?"

"What, are we at a thirteen-year-old's birthday party?" I say.

The others chuckle as Louis gives me the death glare. "Well, you don't have to play."

"I didn't say I wouldn't."

I sit Indian style, and pull my hair into a ponytail as Louis starts.

"Niall, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

I laugh. "Takin the easy way out, huh?"

Niall smiles a little. "Truths are worse than dares sometimes," he counters.

"But not most of the time."

Louis clears his throat. "Who do you like, Niall?"

"You mean..."

We all nod.

I raise my eyebrows, secretly hoping it won't be some celebrity or model. Mostly hoping he'll miraculously say my name.

Yeah, right.

"I guess you could say I have a crush on someone here at work.."

My heart is pounding. I sometimes help my mom, their photographer.

"What's her name?" Harry asks.

"(Y/n)."

I look up. "What?"

"Niall has a crush on you!" Louis laughs.

I make eye contact with the boy on the opposite side of the circle. The blond-haired, blue-eyed one, to be exact.

I quickly stand, making my way to the other room. I cover my face with my hands. What just happened in there?

I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder. I spin around.

"I'm sorry," Niall says.

"Sorry for what?"

"For embarrassing you."

"You didn't embarrass me. It was actually.. flattering. To know someone feels that way about me."

"How do you feel?" he asks nervously. "Because the thought of you... and me...together..."

I laugh, and quickly peck his cheek. "I feel the same way."