Niall Blurbs

Pink Panties Equal White Roses

"Niall fucking Horan!" You whine loudly at the washer. He hadn't separated the colors properly and washed it in the wrong temperature water. Now all your whites (and his) were soft pink due to the red wool socks that made it into the wash.

You know it's an accident. But fuck.

Niall pokes his head into the wash room, having heard you from the living room. "Yes my darling?" He murmurs, his eyes soft and full of love.

You raise your brows and hold your now pink thong in one hand and one of yours and his white t shirts. "What colours are these supposed to be, babe?" You stand up and give him a long look, taking in his gym clothing.

He flushes a deep pink. "I-uh." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

"What colour, Niall?" You raise a brow.

"White." He mumbles and hides half his face behind the wall.

You nod and pull out the red socks and put them on top of the washer before starting another load and putting bleach in. "What colour is my thong and our shirts now?"

He lets out a noise and completely goes completely behind the wall. "Pink."

"Pink!" You nod and lean against the washer. "Because you washed your red socks... with all of our whites." You sigh.

"I'm sorry." He peeks back around.

You sigh again. "I separated the laundry. Why were there red socks in the whites?" You ask calmly.

"I don't know." He says honestly. "I switched the colours to the dryer and loaded the whites. Maybe the socks got left behind, stuck." He says and bites his lip.

You nod and run your fingers through your hair. "Okay." You murmur and pass him, leaning in kissing his cheek. "Thanks for switching the laundry. Have fun at the gym."

He pouts and watches you go. He knew you weren't mad but he could tell you were tired. "Love you!" He calls out.

"I love you." You call back and start to make the bed.

You hear the garage door shut and you flop down onto the bed. You whine and bury your face in Niall's pillow. You are PMSing and tired. You feel bad for snapping at Niall and you needed to apologize. After laying in the bed for a while you force yourself on a walk.

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Niall worked out hard with Mark and they were leaving the gym, Niall telling his personal trainer the drama of the pink clothes and Mark can't stop laughing.

"Oh mate. She's probably just tired," he claps his back.

"I'm gonna pick her up some flowers." Niall smiles and nods. "White ones." He unlocks his car.

"Good luck mate. See you tomorrow." Mark waves and gets into his car.

Niall stops by a floral shop and gets a dozen white roses and drives home. He sees you walking back up to the house, headphones in, hands buried in the sweatshirt you stole from from his side of the closet, and slightly flushed cheeks. A soft smile takes over his face and he walks towards you, a sheepish grin taking over his face. "Hey baby. I'm sorry about the pink clothes." He says and holds the roses out to you.

You look at the flowers and look at him. "White roses for the white clothes your ruined?" You tease and take them from him, taking in the scent of the roses.

Niall blushes and scratches the back of his neck. "Didn't think about it that way." He mumbles and gives you a smile and a thumbs up.

You pull Niall into a tight hug, sighing when his arms wrap around your waist.

"I love you." You whisper and rub his back. "Thank you for the flowers."

He kisses the top of your head. "I love you. Let me draw us a bath and we can order in and I'll order take out and we can watch-"

"Footie." You interrupt. "Or golf." You smile and pull away, taking his hand firmly in yours, leading him inside through the garage.

"And we will order new white things online." Niall says and leans against the counter.

You trim the stems, put the flowers in a vase, and set them in the bar.

"Sounds good." You lean over the counter and give him a gentle kiss.

He kisses you back and lets his hand rest on your cheek gently. "Love you, petal."

"Love you." You murmur and search his eyes.