1D Imagine

Niall Imagine

BSM
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"You're actually obsessed with that chair." I said as I walked into my brother, Niall's apartment who he shared with his boyfriend, Louis.

"It's not an obsession." Niall said as he made the chair go back. "This is like..the best thing to happen to me. Louis isn't even allowed to sit on this, he's actually jealous that Harry got the other one." He explained.

"I'm getting sick of that thing, it doesn't even go with my furniture." I said as i folded my arms. "Well, that's what happens when you go out with a guy who wants to be comfy for once in a living room with leather couches-" "the chair you're sitting on is leather." I said cutting him off.

"Yeah, I know. But, they have a cover on it." Niall argued. "A cover that makes it warm, let me just enjoy this time before my boyfriend literally has to pull me off this chair." Niall said as he closed his eyes.

"Yeah, I need you to help me-" "relaxing." Niall said holding a finger up. "But, you're baby sister needs help." I said pouting. "You're two years younger than me." Niall said. "Please." I said.

Niall let out a loud sigh as he stood up. "Okay, what is it?" He asked. I said nothing, only ran past him and onto his chair. "HA!" I said loudly. "Harry never lets me sit on his." I said. "No." Niall said and tried to get me off the chair. "Get off!" He said.

"No, I'm comfy!" I said. "Y/n." He whined stomping his foot. "No." I said giggling, going to put the seat back when the back of the seat snapped off. "Oh fudge!" I said as I stood up with Niall going wide eyed.

"Niall, I'm so sorry." I said. "Why. Would. You. Say, oh fudge? Like, who the fuck says that?!" Niall asked. "Harry, doesn't like it when I swear." I replied.

"We need to get another one." Niall said as he grabbed my hand and left the apartment.

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"Niall!" Harry called as he walked into the apartment. "Niall? Y/n!?" He looked around the room when he saw the snacks on the table. The chair looking like nothing was wrong as they've put the back on the chair.

"Full bag of crisps." Harry mumbled, "beer's still cold. Something terrible must have happened." He said. Harry sighed as he sat on the chair, going to put his feet up, when the back of the couch fell off again, making Harry do a backwards roll off the chair.

"No. No, no, no!" He said panicking.

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"So, the chair should be coming later today. So, we need to move the chair into my room for now." Niall said. He went to pull the back off when it didn't come off. "What the?" He mumbled. He sat down on it, putting the feet rest up and lying back when it still didn't break.

I was just as confused, standing up, Niall stood next to me. "She's healed." He said amazed.

"Don't be ridiculous. It's a chair, a chair can't heal it's self." I said. "Well, you've seen it. It's not breaking, the chair is healed!" Niall said.

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Niall watched me, eyes full of jealousy as I was sitting in the new chair.

"Look, there's cup holders, built in speakers, it's also a massage chair, it has a seat heater, you can hook it up to your telly, and it even has radio." I explained.

Niall rolled his eyes. "My chair heals it's self." He said.

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"Hey, babe. How would you like to come and sit in a chair that's basically heaven made into a chair?" I asked. "Eh, I don't know, I've tried doing that in Ikea but they've banned me from the store." Harry replied. "Well, what if i told you that I have the chair in Niall's apartment?" I asked. "Then why are we still standing here? And by the way, I broke Niall's chair." He said.

"Wait, you didn't break Niall's chair, I did." I said. "What? I thought I did, that's why I changed the seats around." Harry said. "Oh! That's why we thought it healed it's self." I said. "You thought the chair healed it's self?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow. "Well, Niall did." I replied.

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Harry and I then walked into the apartment when we saw that Harry's chair was broken. "Oh, look what happened! The chair broke, now I have to use this one!" Niall said as he sat on the chair, as Harry's chair was broke the same as his.

"Niall, you broke my chair!" Harry said shocked. "Your chair?" Niall asked confused. "Yeah, Harry thought that he broke your chair so he switched the chairs around." I explained. "So, my chair isn't healed?" Niall asked. "Afraid not." I replied.

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"Niall, babe, I'm home!" Louis called as he walked in with Liam. "Ni-he got a fucking new chair." Louis mumbled. "This is a massage chair." Niall said, making Louis go wide eyed and jump onto Niall's lap. "Where's the other chair?" Liam asked, as he sat on the floor.

"It broke. I thought it healed itself. Strange day, but we got a new chair that was basically made in heaven and it's now in our living room." Niall replied. "Okay..." Liam mumbled.

"NIALL!" Harry yelled. "Niall, we deserve that chair!" I said. "Yeah, the doors locked," Niall said. "There's no way, they're getting the chair." Louis said. "No way, in hell."