Imagines (from my Instagram)

Blinded

"Okay, you can take it off now."

I slip the cloth off my face, now seeing where we are.

"We're in a parking lot."

"Good observations, (y/n)." Niall smiles, and takes my hand. "But look over there." He points.

"Ohhhhh. Mini golf. My specialty."

"Really?!"

I smile a little. "No, Niall. I was kidding. I suck."

"But this is MINI golf. It's easier."

He drags me to the booth to pay, and then hands me the little, colored golf club and a matching ball.

"I'll go first." Niall puts his blue ball on the tiny, rubber square. And then stands, fixing his posture, and swings. And it goes perfectly through the little

tube and out the other side.

He jogs to it, and then shouts, "Go ahead!"

I take a deep breath, set up, and swing.

Only, it doesn't exactly stay on the ground.

"Oh, my God!" Niall clutches his crotch, a pained look on his face.

My eyes widen. "I'm so so sorry!" I rush to his side, and rub his back as I apologize over and over.

"I think I've been blinded." Niall tries to smile a little.

Obviously to make me feel better.

"I told you I was no good."

He just gives me a kiss, "Yeah... you're really bad..."