“Anais, Anais, Anais,” Niall sang, dancing his way out of the shower with a towel tied around his waist.
“Niall, Niall, Niall,” You mimicked, giggling. “Yes, darling?”
“Where’s my t-shirt?” He asked, striking a pose and waiting for your answer.
You smiled and shook your head. “Niall, you have about twenty t-shirts. Which one, in specific, are you talking about?” You asked, unfolding yourself from the couch and following him into your shared bedroom to help him find his shirt.
“It was gray,” He said, plopping down on the bed and clutching the towel close to him.
“I don’t know, sweetie,” You shrugged, shuffling through his many t-shirts that were hung on his side of the closet.
“Maybe it’s under the bed,” Niall suggested, winking at you.
You shot him a confused expression and bent down, reaching your hand under the bed. “Niall, why would your shirt be un-” You stopped when your hand skimmed across something that felt small and box-shaped. You gripped the object, pulling it out and examining it.
In your hand, you held a little black box that had the words “Be My Princess?” engraved across the top of it in fancy gold cursive lettering.
Your vision clouded with tears immediately when you realized what it was. Though you couldn’t see it, Niall was beaming from ear to ear as he slid down beside you, kneeling. He opened the box in your hand and his shaky voice spoke.
“Marry me, princess?” He leaned forward and kissed your forehead.
You nodded frantically, wiping tears from your eyes as quickly as they came. Niall happily retrieved the beautiful ring from the box, sliding it on your shaking finger. “It looks beautiful on you,” He whispered, as if he was in awe while he brought your hand up to his mouth and lightly pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.
You threw yourself into him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I thought you were looking for a shirt,” You choked out, playfully slapping his arm.
He chuckled and sniffled away the few tears that had slipped from his own eyes, and he rocked side to side with you comfortable in his arms. “I tricked you,” He whispered in your ear, kissing just below your ear.
Your spine lit with shivers and you nodded. “You did,” You smiled, kissing his cheek. “But, just this once, I don’t mind it.”
You both giggled and he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I love you, Anais,” He said with an enormous amount of sweetness in his voice while you grinned at the ring on your finger.
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Niall Horan Imagines
FanfictionThe title pretty much explains it all. So, here are some Niall imagines! Enjoy!
