Imagines with Niall Horan

28. You're forced to spend Christmas with him pt. 1

I was spending the Christmas holidays with the Tomlinson family. I was lucky enough to even be invited in the first place and I was incredibly humbled. Along with me, Louis also invited Harry and unfortunately enough, Niall. He had this sort of vendetta against me, which I was okay with because I wasn't too fond of him anyway. I decided to let it go for the time being because Jay was kind enough to welcome me into her home.

It was the night before Christmas Eve and everyone was out. I decided to stay behind - it would be nice to get a bit of a lie-in and I didn't want to intrude. Thankfully, I already did my Christmas shopping in advance - I even got the big-headed jerk something. Granted, it was one of those cliche singing teddy bears, but at least it was something.

As I walked through the house, the faint smell of cookie batter brought my feet drifting towards the kitchen. The sight that greeted me made me laugh. Niall was in the center of the small island, slaving over the cookie batter. "Who would have thought Niall Horan knew how to bake?"

He looked up and made a face at me. I almost half-expected him to insult me - like he always did - but instead he just smiled. "One of my many talents, I suppose. Lottie and Fizzy deserve some kind of goodies and since they're out of the house, I figured why not?"

I raised my eyebrow. Be still my heart, did Niall Horan actually do something good for once? I didn't really think he was a bad person, but he always tortured me so seeing him out of his little funk shocked me a bit. "That's uncharacteristic of you," I replied, sitting down on the swivel chairs by the counter.

"I'm known to surprise people," he shrugged. "Want to make yourself useful?"

I sighed. Why the hell not? "I don't really know my way around the kitchen," I pointed out. Nevertheless, I got down from the swivel chair and walked over to him. "This might be a bit interesting - let's see how long we can last without breaking out the knives," I joked.

I washed my hands and turned up the small radio that had been playing softly in the background. Apparently he had been listening to Christmas music. "What do you want me to do, boss?" I asked sarcastically over 'Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas'.

Niall rolled his eyes and said, "There are some cookie shapers in the bag over there," he pointed to a Tescos bag by the dining table. "Grab it for me."

"You went to buy shapers? Why?" I grabbed the bag and inspected its contents. The shapers included Christmas trees, Santa hats, and candy canes. I grabbed the Santa hat and opened it.

Niall reached forward and opened the other two bags. "Jay and Tommo were missing out. I did them a favor," he said, opening the batter in front of us.

I sighed and prepared for the hour ahead of us.

-

"We did it - we managed to be in the same room without killing each other." Niall put the tray in the oven and set the time. It was actually an okay hour considering we didn't threaten or yell at each other at least more than three times. In my opinion, it was progress. "Now it's time to clean."

I looked at the mess all over the counter tops and then back to Niall. I began to think of a quick exit. "Harry's calling me. I think I'd better go see what he wants."

Niall chuckled. "I didn't hear anything."

I turned around anyways and then I felt something hit my head. I grabbed my hair and found it completely covered in flour. I turned back around to yell at him and was met with more flour on my face.

"You look more attractive this way," Niall laughed before cowering behind the counter.

I took off my jacket and grabbed the small bowl of flour. I aimed it toward his big head but unsuccessfully hit his back. "Come back here, coward!" I yelled, preparing for battle.

Niall began to run in the kitchen, successfully dodging all of my shots. It wasn't my fault I had such bad aim. I began to yell and curse to the point where he actually crawled underneath the table. Fortunately, his foot got caught on the chair and he tripped, giving me time to dump the whole bowl on his stupid head.

He dived forward and tackled me into the the floor. We rolled and wrestled around for a good minute until we heard another voice. "What... the... hell?"

I pushed Niall down and was met with the shocked faces of Louis and Harry. Louis surveyed the kitched and then looked at the both of us. "Everyone will be back in two hours," he seethed. "Harry and I are going to leave again. When we get back, this kitchen better be spotless." Angry Louis was scary.

-

"I ought to say no, no, no sir

Why don't you come closer?

At least I'm going to say that I tried.

What's the sense of hurting my pride?"

"Isn't that song supposed to be a duet?" I asked aloud while I was wiping off the counter. We worked in silence for a while, with Niall singing along with the radio. He didn't have that bad of a voice, but I wasn't going to admit that to him.

He had been mopping the floor. "Well, you can always sing with me."

I threw away the trash. "No," I told him before walking over to the radio and switching it off.

"But I'm not even done yet," he snapped.

I shrugged and said, "We agreed that you get the floor and I get the counter tops. I would have gotten done quicker if you didn't sing along to every damn song playing." He remained silent so I finished, "I'm going to take a shower now."

"Can I join you?"

"Piss off."

-

I seriously hope that none of the Tomlinsons liked bathing in the heat. Once I got in the shower, it was really hard to get out.

"Y/N, can you open the door?" An obnoxious voice was heard in the bathroom, followed by a series of loud knocks. What did he want this time?

"Niall?" I turned off the shower to hear him better. "What do you want?"

He knocked again. "I have to piss!"

I groaned and mentally cursed him. I wasn't even done washing the shampoo off. "Go downstairs!" There was a bathroom downstairs, right?

"I won't make it," he complained.

He was ridiculous. "The time you spent talking to me could be used on walking down the stairs to the -"

"Oh my God, OPEN THE DOOR!"

I calmly got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around me. As soon as I opened the door, he ran to the toilet. "You are impossible," I murmured before waiting by the now-closed door.

After a while, he exited with a grin on his face. He looked at the small mound of shampoo on my head, grabbed a small pile, and blew it on my face. I successfully elbowed him.

"How long will it take for me to stop seeing you two fight in my own god damn house?" Louis' voice was heard on the top of the stairs. I looked at him and shrank. His hands were on his hips and it would have been a really humorous sight had it not been that he was scary. "God, Y/N, you're naked!"

Well technically, I still had a towel on my body but I did my best not to argue with him. I glared at Niall before entering the shower again.