One Direction-Imagines

#26 Preference: Because we like to party... (Niall)

Niall: “No, no, no babe! No more drinking!” from the corner of your eyes you see Louis grab a red cup from your best friend’s hands. [Y/F/N] lets out a noise of protest, and flings her body against Louis’s to take back the cup. You couldn’t even laugh, because you felt like shit. The room wouldn’t stop spinning and you felt hot. And sweaty. Overall, you felt like shit. And you were sure that you looked like it too. The tossing and turning of your sensitive stomach from the endless amount of shots you decided to take all night (which was such a brilliant idea) made you rest your head against the couch. You head felt heavy, and at that very moment, you wanted to puke. “Tommo, I don’t feel good.” You mumble against the leather material. “[Y/N], don’t you dare barf!” Louis warns, still warding off [Y/F/N]. He lets out a huff, irritated. “Damn it, I knew this was going to happen.” You hear him muttering to himself. You sniff, tears pooling in your eyes. You knew going to this party with Louis and [Y/F/N] was a bad idea. You just wanted to go home, crawl into bed and sleep. But you couldn’t because your legs, hell your whole body, refused to listen to you. Suddenly, you felt a hand rest on top of your head. You look up, and see the beaming face of Louis’s band mate, Niall. You never really had a real conversation with him, simply because during the times you did get to see him, he mainly kept to himself. “I got [Y/N], mate. Just take care of [Y/F/N].” he says. Louis slaps him in the back as he passes him (while dragging [Y/F/N] along) and gives him a grateful look. Niall crouches down to your level, still smiling. “All right pretty lady. Can you stand up?” he asks, and you pitifully shake your head. “Niall, I feel like a bulldozer ran me over.” You moan, burying your face against the couch. He laughs, and before you knew it, he has you slung over his back. “Hold on tight, okay?” he says, and you merely nod your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You rest your chin on his shoulder, and you face him, your nose brushing against his cheek. His large hands, which were gripping the back of your thighs, tightened. You rub your nose against his cheek once more, and you let out a giggle, amused at how soft his skin was. “Where are we going, Niall?” you mumble sleepily, breath fanning against his skin. Through your fuzzy mind you swore he said: “At this rate, I really want to take you back to my place and have my way with you…” But then he’s laughing, and carries you to the guest bedroom. He gently places you down on the bed, tucking you under the covers. You had no energy to protest, so you had no choice but to trust him. “Go to sleep, Princess.” He says, sitting on the ground with his back leaning against the bed. “You’ll protect me?” you whisper, staring at his broad back. Your vision was getting blurry, and sleep was slowly taking over you. Niall chuckles. “Yeah, I’ll protect you.” And you drift off, having a feeling that his answer had a deeper meaning to it.