Niall Horan Imagines

Hidden Feelings Will Become Known...

(YN) POV

"What are you doing later?" My bestfriend, Niall Horan, of ten years asked through the phone

"Nothing, just planning on spending the night in, why?"

"Well change of plans! You're coming to the club with me tonight. We haven't hung out in a while." I sensed a tad bit of disappointment in his words but decided to brush it off

"OK, can you pick me up?" I asked

"Of course, see ya later beautiful." That one word was enough to make my stomach do flips. Of course he didn't mean anything by it, he never did, no matter how much I wish he did.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was in nothing but a pair of shorts, a T-shirt and a messy bun atop my head.

I couldn't help the smile that appeared across my features once I remembered an instance when I opened the door and met Niall in the exact same outfit.

He had told me I never looked more beautiful, greeting me with a peck on the cheek.

He is so flirty, I sometimes forget he means nothing by it. That's just how he is.

I ran to the shower realizing I was waisting time.

.

One finishing touch of blush, and I was ready. I wore black dress with red heels that if I do say so myself, made legs look great!

Subconsciously I chose everything I thought Niall would appreciate. I had to stop doing that! Niall would never see me like that, I had to get the idea in my head.

"(YN), I'm home!" Niall welcomed himself in

"Sorry sir, but I'm afraid you don't live here." I chuckled as I walked down the stairs

As I stepped off the final step I was met with a dumbfounded Niall.

"What? Is something wrong?" I asked worriedly

"Nope," he closed his mouth and gave an awkward cough, "you ready?"

"Yeah, let's head out!" I took a hold of my wallet and walked behind Niall towards his car.

Once we arrived at the club, the smell of sweaty dancers and alcohol filled my nostrils.

"Stay close, alright?" Niall took a hold of my hand as I nodded in agreement.

He found an open seat at the bar and like the gentleman he is, allowed me to sit down.

"Thanks," I said as he helped me onto the stool

"Martini?"

"You know me so well." I offered a thankful smile

The cold liquid hit the back of my mouth and slid down my throat.

I looked around the club but was only met with cramped spaces and unrecognizable heads. I turned back to face Niall and saw that he suddenly moved his sight from me to the bartender behind me.

I smiled at his attempt to keep me from seeing him stare. Instead of commenting on it, I asked about the boys.

"They're great! Everyone is doing their own thing but, I'll be able to see Louis in a few days for the football match." His features brightened at the mention of meeting up with one of the lads. He really did miss them.

"That's great! I'm so proud of you, you know that?" I placed a hand on his shoulder.

The ends of his mouth curled up to form a small smile.