Niall Horan Imagines

Bubble Bath

The echoing of the door shutting behind you emphasized the strange silence in your house. Leaving your shoes at the door, you wandered further into your home, flicking on every light switch that you passed. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as you found that your house seemed to be empty. After glancing at the time, you were sure that your boyfriend said he would be home by now. On days when he wasn’t too busy, he was usually always home before you.

“Niall?” You called out, when you noticed a light that was already on. The light from the bathroom at the end of the hall was beaming into the hallway, which caught your attention immediately. Once you had approached the bathroom, you peeked through the crack to see Niall forming a moustache made of bubbles onto his face while he lounged in the bathtub. You were unable to suppress your giggles, causing Niall’s head to snap in your direction, and you pushed the door open all the way. “You comfortable?” You asked him, observing how he was positioned. His legs were crossed and were resting on the edge of the tub as he laid back. The bubbles covered his body like a blanket.

He shrugged and let out a sigh. “I suppose,” He said, swiping the bubbles from his face. “How was your day?”

“It was fine. How was your day, sweetheart?” You folded the towel that Niall had set aside for himself, placing it neatly on the counter.

“Great, actually,” He replied. “I forgot how awesome bubble baths were.”

“Well, I’m going to go change into something more comfortable and then I’ll-” You were interrupted by Niall shaking his head.

“Don’t leave,” He whined. “You just got here!”

“Niall, I wish I could stay here and watch you play in the tub all night, but I have other things to get done,” You explained. “Aren’t you hungry or something?”

“Wait,” He demanded, before forcing himself to his feet. He wobbled slightly and with a chuckle, he stabilized himself again, reaching for his towel. He wiped off his face first, before securing the towel around his waist.

“Be careful,” You warned. “The last thing you need is to hurt your knee again.”

He laughed and you stood at his side. You placed your hand on his back, anyway, as he stepped out. He shook his hair out, sending water droplets flying everywhere. He slid his feet into his favorite pair of slippers and followed you out into the hallway. He followed you all the way to the kitchen like a lost puppy, staying silent the whole time. When you stopped to grab a cup from the cupboard, he stopped, too.

“Are you waiting for something?” You giggled. “I was just going to make you a cup of hot chocolate.”

He smirked and said, “I’m waiting for a kiss and a hug and the part when you tell me you love me.”

You giggled again before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet you. Your noses were touching when you whispered, “I love you, Niall.”

**Don’t really know where this came from, to be honest. The idea just kind of popped into my mind and I figured I might as well write it. I hope you enjoyed it, though!**