Niall One Shots

Pre-Show Rituals

You had your head resting against his shoulder, hand rubbing his thigh gently. "Nervous?" You ask softly and look up at him.

He glances down at you, "Me? Nervous?" He scoffs and kisses your forehead. "Absolutely not. Besides you're gonna be there. How could I be?" He hums and covers your hand with his, squeezing your fingers.

You flush a bit and smile. "I'm glad I get to be there to support you." You murmur and lean in to kiss his chin gently.

He smiles and rests his head back. "Got me best girl, nothing can go wrong." He murmurs and laces his fingers with yours.

Pulling up to the venue is wild as always-girls waiting, screaming. Niall watches the commotion while you focus on your catnap, cuddling into him. You heard the people through the windows. You sit up when the car slows and Niall smiles at you, leaning in to give you a kiss on your forehead.

He helps you out of the car and his hand is tight in yours as he leads you to the green room.

Pre-show cuddles.

His favourite and yours.

He lays with his head in your lap. You are slightly leaned over, eyes on his deep blues-both of you trying to keep the smiles back. You two were muttering sweet nothings back and forth.

I love you.

I love you more.

You're the light of my life.

You make me so happy.

I'm lucky to have you as mine.

I'm yours always.

You're hot.

You're hotter.

Can I have kiss?

You can have all the kisses.

You lean in to give him a light kiss on the lips, your hand resting on his soft tummy. One of your favourite parts of him (it was the best place to kiss).

He sighs against your lips and smiles. He doesn't let you pull away, he pulls you in for another kiss. He lets out another sigh and kisses you a bit more deeply, slowly sitting up.

Your lips don't break as he shifts to fully sit up. He pulls you closer, hand resting on your back.

You break the kiss so you can straddle him to the couch. Your lips find his and your fingers were tight in his hair, soft sounds of approval coming from both of you.

He squeezes your waist a bit more, pulling his kisses away from your mouth and trails them gently down your neck.

"Horan! You're on!" There is a knock at the door and you both jump.

"Well got 10,000 people waiting for me." He whispers and kisses you gently. "I gotta fix me hair." He moves you from his lap and goes to the mirror and brushes his teeth quickly. He runs wax through his hair quickly before putting aftershave on.

He dashes out the door and your raise your brow slightly before shaking your head. You fix your hair and adjust your top before walking out of the room, heading down to the corral to watch.

Niall nods to the boys in the band before pausing. "Hold on." He turns on his heel and runs back. "Y/N! Y/N!" He calls for you and smiles when he sees you waiting.

"Forgetting something?" You ask, winking at him.

He hums and shrugs, coming over. "I'm off to the stage now! Where's my kiss?" He turns his head to bare his cheek to you.

You let out a soft hum at the smell of his aftershave and lean in to kiss his cheek, liking the feel of his light scruff against your lips and chin. "I love you. Now go." You smile and pat his bum as he goes. He blows you a kiss and heads to the front and you walk down to side of the stage to watch him perform.

Pre show rituals were your favourite.