Niall One Shots

Awards and Rewards

There are a bundle of nerves set in his stomach, the only thing that kept him calm was your hand firmly in his.

You peek up at him, his eyes are watching out the window and you could see the nerves that are making his usual calm demeanor troubled and intense.

"Breathe." You remind him gently, squeezing his fingers gently. "You are going to go in there and come out of there. If you don't win you're not worse than you are before. Yeah?" You remind him, even though you knew in your gut that he was going to win. How could he not?

Niall brings your hand up to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles. "I know." He sighs. He really did know that. But it was almost more than just winning this. He knows he is successful at what he was doing. The charts prove that much, the other awards that he had won prove that, but this is different.

This is solidifying all of his successes he went from 6 seconds of solos and being told he was ugly to being signed as a model and being extremely successful as a solo artist.

He also knows other deserve it too, Post Malone, Julia...

Niall is going on with no expectations. No worse off than he was before.
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His hand stayed glued to your waist, he was constantly touching you, you are anchoring him down from the anxiety attack that was ready to go off at any moment.

Even during the photographs, he didn't let you leave even when the cameramen asked.

Right now, his hand is on your hip, his other hand holding onto the microphone.
"So Niall, you're a model now we've heard?"

"What me? No." He jokes, a smile in place.

You roll your eyes. "It's all he can talk about nowadays. 'Baby check this model out' 'Y/N, how does it feel to date a model?' 'No beer? Haven't you heard I'm a model now. I need more Guiness.' His excuse for everything! Can't take out the trash or do the dishes." You tease him as you speak into the microphone and giggle, looking at Niall with fondness in your eyes.

Niall blushes. "Well yeah. At least I make taking the trash out look good," he mumbles and kisses your cheek.

You smile and squeeze his side. "That you do."

Finding your seats is effortless. But the constant people stopping the two of you to take a picture with Niall made it more difficult to get there.

Once the two of you are sat down, Niall has Mark post up in front of the two of you to stop any selfies from being taken.

After he starts to chew his thumbnail, you reach out to hold his hand in yours. "None of that, darling." Your whisper and bring his hand to your lap, rubbing the back of his hand.

The award show should have been more fun to watch and experience but you could feel the tension rolling off of Niall. With him being so nervous, you had a hard time enjoying yourself. It didn't bother you too much though, this is what you were here for, what you did for the people you cared about.

He knows you aren't really enjoying yourself but that is one of the reasons why he brought you to rehearsals this morning. He leans in and kisses your temple. "I'm sorry this isn't enjoyable." He sighs.

"Don't worry about me, my love. We are here for you. And I like being here with you." You smile and look up at him. He smiles and shifts his eyes towards the stage and you do the same.

Nick Cannon is on the stage, getting ready to announce the new artist of the year.

Niall's hand is gripping yours and you could feel him holding his breath and you are too.