Niall Horan imagines

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I just blessed you with that picture ;)

Your P.O.V.

I put the key in the lock, turning it to the left in three jerky movements. I shook my head. I put my toes at the foot of the door as I lifted the door knob.

I pressed my weight into my foot at the bottom of the door, and the door suddenly fell away.

"I really need to get that fixed," I mumbled, dropping my bag along with my keys onto the table next to the door.

I walked further into the house before realizing I was probably dragging in the dirty melting snow with me.

"Damn it." My hand grabbed at the counter as I pulled my boots off.

I pushed my boots off into the entryway.

I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. 4:56. Niall was to be here at 5:30, which basically, in girl time, left me two minutes to get dressed.

I scrambled off into my bedroom, quickly sifting through my small selection of clothes trying to find something suitable for a New Year's "get-together" as he put it, with his friends.

My mind was running a million miles a minute. I was going over to some person's house, someone I just met an hour ago, to hang out with his friends on a holiday.

What person in the right state of mind does that?

I shook myself from my web of thoughts and opted for a pair of black skinny jeans, a black top with 'Pop the Champagne!' written on it in gold, and a pair of black low ankle boots.

I left my hair in its natural half-wave half-curl mess and applied a little more eye shadow than usual, but not enough to look like a Halloween costume gone bad.

I had just started to slide two gold hoops into my ears as my door bell chimed through my flat.

I made it to the door in what had to be a new record for me, I inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled as I opened the door.

Niall stood there in blue jeans, a white button-down, and black and white vans, which somehow matched the red jacket he had on perfectly.

"Hi." I managed to squeak out after noticeably checking him out.

Niall chuckled lightly and his cheeks tinged a bit pink.

"Hello. You look good. You look really good." I looked down at my feet and then up at him as I backed away from the door and motioned him in.

"Thank you, you look nice as well," I replied, finally getting my words together without stuttering nervously through them like an idiot.

"I haven't got my things together quite yet, can you give me like five minutes?" I asked, pointing back into the direction of my bedroom like it mattered to him where I needed to get my things from. He nodded and I started down the hallway.

"Yeah, sure, take your time. We have all year if you need it." I stopped in the frame of my bedroom door and turned around to see Niall leaning against my counter, with his face held in his hands laughing loudly.

"I did not just make that joke."

I laughed with him. "Oh, but I think you did," I said as I walked farther into my bedroom, collecting mints, loose change, a five-pound note, my keys, my driver's license, chapstick, my phone, a mirror, my planner, and lastly my camera and stuffing them all in my purse.

I came out of my bedroom to find Niall, now in the hallway,arms crossed over his chest, admiring the photos hanging up on the wall.

"I love when people have pictures hanging around their homes." I cocked my head and narrowed my eyes, looking over at him.