Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine for Melissa!

You were spending the day at the beach with the boys, enjoying the warm weather. Everyone was just lounging around, and somewhere along the way, a game of beach volleyball had started. At first, Zayn and Liam were just hitting the ball back and forth, but it soon progressed until everyone had joined in.

“It’s your turn to serve, Melissa,” Zayn informed you, as he handed the ball to you. Since there were six of you, you all split up evenly into two teams. You had Zayn and Louis on your side, while Liam, Harry, and Niall were your opponents.

You shrugged and took the beach ball from him, before taking a few steps back. “I’m not very good at this,” You warned.

“Just hit it with enough force so that it goes over the net,” Harry told you from the other side, and you nodded.

Sticking your tongue out in concentration, you swung at the ball and watched it sail through the air, just barely making it over the net. You discovered that you might have used a bit too much force, when the ball hit Niall in his lower stomach. His eyes widened as he fell, curling into a ball on the sand. He squirmed around and whimpers left his lips.

The other boys were laughing, but you felt horrible. You ducked underneath the net, and kneeled down beside Niall’s fragile figure. You frowned as he flinched, still groaning in pain.

“Are you okay?” You asked, resting your hand on his side. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you.”

“I know,” He said in a strangled voice, struggling to inhale. That’s when you realized that he’d had the wind knocked out of him. This only made you feel worse.

“C’mon,” You said, helping him to his feet. “Take a minute to catch your breath, okay?”

You let him lean into you while he inhaled several short, sharp breaths. He coughed once, and finally breathed in deeply before swallowing hard. He breathed heavily, and you soothingly rubbed circles into his back.

“Aw, how sweet,” Louis teased, kicking the beach ball about as if it was a soccer ball [foot ball].

“Shut up,” Niall hissed, when he finally found his voice. “I ought to punch you idiots for laughing at me.”

He stole the ball from Louis and hit it up in the air, before catching it again. “My turn to serve,” Niall announced, as if nothing had even happened.

“I think maybe I’ll just sit out this time,” You said, stepping out to the side as you giggled.

“No, get back in here,” Niall demanded, grabbing your hand and tugging you over. Before you could go back to your side of the net, he pulled you in close and whispered, “You owe me a kiss for hittin’ me.”

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