One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Ball Game

SMUT❌
I had just set out a fresh popcorn bowl when someone knocked on my front door. I jogged over, fixing myself quickly in the mirror before opening the door to reveal him.
Him being my best friend, Niall.
He was dressed in grey sweats and a white tee, which made him look very cuddly. To add to it, his hair was in its usual state, not quiffed up, with a Yankees hat perched onto his head. I didn't mind however, it made me feel warm inside that he was comfortable around me.
I brought him in for a tight hug, welcoming him in to take a seat. I had told him that since the two teams we both like were facing each other in baseball tonight, he should come and watch it with me. He agreed right away, which gave me a little bit of hope that he liked me as much as I liked him.
Yeah, I like my best friend Niall Horan. More like love. I also had this big sexual attraction towards him, it was hard sitting close to him at times. He was literally destroying me without even knowing it, and there was nothing I could do about it. It was either our friendship or nothing at all, and I think everyone in this situation would choose friendship.
"Brought us some harpoon IPA, typical one for you Americans" he grinned, placing the 6 pack onto the coffee table.
"I don't know, I like my Tuckermans" I shrugged, reaching to open the box and pop a bottle open. He watched me with a smug smile as I took my first sip, feeling the cool liquid burn my throat.
"Love me a good beer" I spoke, satisfied.
"That's my girl" Niall grinned, reaching to put an arm around my shoulder to pull me in closer to his side. I obeyed, finding comfort in his toned chest.
"Want anything besides the popcorn? Game starts in 4 so i can grab something for you quick" I told, looking up at his features. His cerulean blue eyes seemed to twinkle as they looked down at me, licking his lips slowly to wet them.
"No, I'm good. Thanks babe" he told. I nodded, ripping my gaze away from his to look to the tv. 3 minutes.
"God, I can't remember the last time I watched baseball" Niall chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. I frowned, looking to the floor as I remembered the night I had the last time I watched baseball.

God, I was drunk but for some reason I remember the night a little.
"You okay?" Niall asked, rubbing his hand up and down my arm.
"Oh, yeah I'm good" I told, tearing my gaze away from the ground back to the tv.
"Something happened the last time you watched baseball" Niall giggled, making me want to turn around and crash my lips onto his right now.
"Well..yeah. I was drunk and let's just say it was a bit crazy" I said, trying to die the conversation down as my fingers played with my Boston Red Sox shirt. 2 minutes till game.
"Tell meeee!" Niall grinned, shifting so I knew that I had his full attention
"I don't wanna" I groaned, wanting to just dig a hole and die.
"Please, I'm your best friend" Niall pleaded, giving me puppy dog eyes and a pouted lip
"Nialllll" I dragged out, crossing my arms over my chest
"Cmon Y/N/N, I promise not to tell a soul. And you know I won't judge" he reassured. I huffed lowly, giving him a side glance before turning back to the tv. 1 minute.
"I was at this party, with this guy all night. Everyone was piss drunk including us, but for some reason I remember the majority of it.. We played this game where I picked one team, he picked the team my team was facing. Whenever a player on your team gets to a base on their hit, the opposite teams player gets to do something depending on what base"
The game is starting, can this embarrassment be over now. I breathed out softly, continuing to explain lowly
"Obviously 1st base is kissing, 2nd is touching, 3rd is oral, and a home run is sex in whatever position that teams player wants" I finished, not looking up to meet his eyes
"Did you go all the way?" He asked, voice low as I felt his hand tighten on my shoulder.
"Yes, once" I let out, deciding to tell him what did happen
"He chose. But there was no oral, everything else happened though" I told. I turned to finally look at him, seeing him nod his head and not take his eyes off the tv. It seemed his jaw would clench then unclench and repeat, but I looked away again before he caught be staring.
"We should play" Niall spoke confidently. My head snapped back to look at him, eyes wide in surprise at his words.