Imagines (from my Instagram)

Trust me (version 2)

"Niall! Have you seen my yoga tapes?"

He appears in the doorway of the living room. "Your what?"

"My yoga tapes," I repeat, "have you seen them? They were right here.."

"You mean these?" Niall holds up the three DVDs, standing beside the small table next to the sofa.

I smile sheepishly. "Whoops." I take them from him, give his cheek a kiss and put the first CD in the disc player.

I turn, expecting Niall to have already left, but find him untying his sneakers.

"What're you doing?" I ask, starting to lift my arms, as was the lady on the screen.

"I'm doing this .. whatever this is.. with you."

He now stands beside me, repeating the motions.

"Well, this is fun."

We're now throwing punches toward the screen.

I laugh. "Very."

Niall starts throwing in some dance moves, giving me sexy looks as he throws his head back. We're both laughing, mocking the women on the screen as we exercise.

After about twenty more minutes of upper body, I switch CDs.

"What's this one?"

"Not sure. I haven't been able to do it before. Requires two people."

Two women in bright track suits appear. One stands straight. The other in front, closing her eyes. Then she falls back, and the lady behind her catches her.

"Trust exercise," Niall says.

I lean down to fast forward the video, but Niall takes hold of my hips, pulling me to him.

"Niall, I don't want to."

"You don't trust me?"

I shake my head, struggling to release from his hold. "No, I do. I just don't want to."

"C'mon, (y/n). It'll just take a second."

I sigh heavily, rolling my eyes in annoyance. "Fine."

I stand in front of him, closing my eyes. I try to ignore my self-conciousness of my weight.

After a minute of silence, Niall sighs. "(Y/n), you can trust me. With anything. Even a yoga exercise."

I smile a little, and then fall.

Right into his strong arms.

"See?" he grins, kissing my neck. "Anything."