Niall Horan Imagines

What Are We? Pt. 2...

Another update, 'cause why not?!

I was awoken by the light shining through the bay window.

The heat of the sun, warmed up the cold skin that was not covered by the bed sheets. As I gained recollection of the night before a smile tugged at my lips.

Memories of the way our lips moved against each others. The way our bodies molded together in a way I never knew was possible. We shared our most intimate night yet, and I was on cloud nine.

I shook him a bit as I tried to untangle our limbs. We hadn't moved from that position all night, his arm draped over my waist, and our legs in a tangled mess.

"Good Morning." I whispered

"Mornin'. " A tired grin visible on his lips

As I sat up looking for my clothes that seemed to be scrambled all around the room, a hand was placed on my wrist, "Where are you going?" He asked

"I was going to make breakfast. I'll call you down when it's done." I smiled

"I want to help you"

"Alright, let's go." I intertwined our fingers helping him up.

I picked up his T-shirt, while he pulled on some loose sweat pants.

When we arrived at the kitchen, I heated a pan and began to make eggs and bacon.

Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped them selves around my waist, his chin resting atop of my shoulder.

"You look so sexy in my T-shirt." He smirked, moving his lips towards my cheek to leave a light peck

I could feel the blood rush to my face, no one had ever called me sexy.

I laid out the plates as I distributed the eggs and bacon evenly.

We sat down across from each other, I didn't dare begin the conversation. No matter how much I wanted to talk about last night.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence I built up enough courage to speak, "Ni, we've been friends for a very long time. But what happened last night-"

I was cut off by his self phone ringing, "Hold that thought!" He said, excusing himself from the table

A low sigh left my mouth as I thought carefully about what I would say. I mean I knew what I felt, but what if he didn't feel the same. What if he said he just wanted to be friends. After what happened last night I wasn't so sure I could play along like nothing happened.

He returned after a couple of minutes and smiled shyly.

"It was Harry, he's throwing a party later. You want to come?" He asked nonchalantly

"Sure. What time?"

"He said people would begin arriving at eight."

"Great, well I guess I'll see you later." I said as I stood up to wash my plate

"Yeah, I'll pick you up at your place?"

"Okay thanks!" I skipped up the steps, retrieving any of my clothing.

I know I should've continued our previous conversation but I wasn't so sure what I would say.

As I stepped down to the living room, I saw Niall sitting on his couch watching some rugby game.

"I'm heading out Ni. I'll see you later?"

"Yeah! Eight o'clock!" He stood up, walking me to the door.