One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: You/Him Falls Asleep on Him/You (2/5)

Niall: Niall had been working insanely hard over the last two weeks at the studio. Their third album, Midnight Memories, was coming out in three days, and the boys were a nervous wreck about it. Sure, they were nervous for all their albums, but this one had even more pressure since they were so involved in it. That stress combined with all of the interviews and gigs they had were tiring the boys out, and it was pretty obvious.

You decided to make Niall’s favorite meal that night: Nando’s chicken over your famous pasta. He was always happy after that, and even more so overjoyed when you baked as well.

You have just finished licking off the spoon of brownie mix when you heard the door open and then slam shut. “(Y/N)?” Niall called gently.

“Kitchen!” you responded, hastily throwing the spoon in the sink and rinsing it off with water. You felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, and you sunk back into Niall’s chest, your eyes fluttering closed. You turned around, still not opening your eyes, and wrapped your arms around Niall’s torso, hugging him gently. You felt Niall’s lips on your head, and the two of you swayed back and forth. You loved these little moments with Niall; no fans, no friends, no paps, just the two of you together.

Finally, you pulled away. “How was work, Niall?”

“It was okay,” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Liam’s voice started giving out towards the end of the day, so finally Matt called it quits. I think he was going to have us go late today.”

“Think of how great it’ll feel when this album is released,” you reminded him, rubbing your hand up and down his arm.

“But what if no one likes it?” Niall wondered, tears welling up in his eyes. This was his greatest fear, and it was finally starting to break it. “What if-.”

“I’m going to stop you right there before you feed yourself any more lies. Niall, the fans are going to love it. So what if the critics don’t like it. They’re not the ones who are going to buy the album or go to the concerts. And your fans will absolutely love it because you worked so hard on it and contributed so much to it. Niall, your music speaks to people, and I know I don’t have to tell you that. You know that’s true for yourself. Niall, you’re stressing yourself out too much.”

“I know,” he sniffed.

You wiped a stray tear from his eye. “Don’t cry, hun. I have a surprise for you,” you cheered, trying to get him smiling again.

“Is it brownies?” he guessed, smirking as your jaw dropped.

“How did you know? I hid the spoon!”

“Yeah, but not the chocolate from your mouth,” he chuckled, taking a napkin and wiping the corner of your mouth. You pouted at your carelessness, and he kissed you gently. “Thank you, love,” he whispered before going to change into more comfortable clothes.

The two of you ate dinner, Niall nearly inhaling his food. Noticing that Niall looked exhausted, you pulled him over to the couch and switched on a movie. Niall laid his head gently across your lap, and throughout the movie, you softly wove your fingers through his soft hair.