You're best friends and you fall asleep on him
Niall:"We’re almost there", he says while lightly rubbing your shoulder with a hand as your eyelids become heavier and heavier in every single minute of the drive. His eyes are still locked somewhere in front of him, not noticing your head being placed on his shoulder, eyes closed as you squirm finding a comfortable position on him. Somehow - he isn’t sure why - redness hits his cheek at the feeling of your arm encircled around his one. And he closes his eyes too; feeling and imagining you being close as that every single night.
