Harry Styles Imagines

#Niall#Sunburn

(Y/N)'s POV

"Hey, babe? Where are you?" Niall calls from upstairs.

"Kitchen." I reply. Currently, I'm making myself a sandwich, but knowing Niall, he would want one too. So I quickly take out some more bread, bacon, etcetera.

"Whatcha making?" He asks once he's in the kitchen as well.

"A sandwich."

"Do you think you could ma-." I cut him off by handing him a plate with a sandwich on it.

"How did you...?" He smiles and takes a bite.

"I just know you." I smile and take a bite from my sandwich.

"So..what's on the agenda today?" I question after I finished my sandwich and put the empty plate into the sink.

"We could go to the beach." He starts and smirks at me. "It's so unbelievable hot outside."

"Why do I have the strange feeling that you not only want to go there because it's hot?" I raise my eyebrows and try my best to suppress the smile that is tugging at the corners of my lips.

"Well, I would get to see the hottest girlfriend in the world, that means you, in a bikini." He smirks and winks at me.

"Niall." I laugh and look down, feeling the heat raising in my cheeks.

"(Y/N)." He mocks me.

He takes one step closer and places two fingers under my chin, lifting it up. He looks in my eyes before he glances down at my lips, just for a brief moment. A smile spreads across my lips and I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips against his. I feel him smile into the kiss and wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

"Now, Princess." He starts. "Get ready." He kisses the tip of my nose before we both pull away and I leave the kitchen to get dressed.

***

"You were right." I state. "It is hot." I turn to look at Niall, who sets a towel down on the sand, next to mine.

"I'm always right." He chuckles and grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and revealing his abs.

I do my best to not stare at him, but come on, that's nearly impossible. Damn, this boy has abs. Staring is okay, as long as I not get caught.

"I won't disappear, if you stop staring, ya know." He says and smirks. "But I don't mind at all."

"Of course you don't." I smirk to myself and feel my cheeks getting red for being caught.

I take off my clothes as well and lay them down next to Niall's shirt. I put on my sunglasses and tie my hair up into a ponytail.

"Now, are we going swimming, or what?" I raise my eyebrows and cross my arms over my chest as I catch Niall staring at me, wide-eyed with an open mouth, if I might add.

"Swimming? Y-Yeah, sure." He shakes his head and takes my hand in his, intertwining our fingers.

We walk towards the water and with every step we take the taste of salt on my tongue gets more intensive. Suddenly, Niall wraps his arms around my waist and throws me over his shoulder, running into the chilly water.

"Niall! Let me down!" I yell but he only laughs and continues to run further into the sea, the tip of my ponytail already getting wet. "Now!"

"As you wish, babe." He stops and I can hear the smile in his voice.

My eyes widen in realisation. "Oh, no. You wouldn't." I begin and he chuckles. "Niall, I swear to god if you..."

I don't get to finish my sentence as I quickly shut my mouth to not swallow any of the nasty tasting, overly salty water. I return back to the surface and get up slowly, making sure to glare at Niall.

"You're gonna pay for that, Horan." I warn him.

"You sure 'bout that?"

"Yeah." I say and pretend to be mad. I stand up fully, walking past him and towards the beach.

"You're not mad, are you?" He asks worried and I shake my head.

I hear him breath out a sigh of relief and when I'm pretty sure that he's facing the opposite direction I quickly turn around and jump onto his back, causing him to fall face forward into the water. He comes back up again and starts laughing, I soon join him and he walks towards me.

"Yep, definitely the hottest girlfriend in the world." He grins and wraps his arms around me, engulfing me in a big hug. He rests his head atop my head and I bury my face in is chest.

"My girlfriend." He mutters, my hair muffling his voice.

***

"That was fun." Niall states as we walk through the front door of our house.

"Yeah, it was." I smile and walk further into the house.

We spent about three or four hours at the beach. We were enjoying the sun, we were swimming, we ate some ice cream and we even played volleyball, although I totally suck at this game.

I take off my sunglasses and release my hair from it's ponytail. I run my hand through my hair, trying to smooth it out a little bit.

"Hey, babe, do you know where I-" Niall appears from the kitchen ( I was still standing in the hallway), but stops in his tracks and just stares at me as I turn to look at him. All of a sudden, he bursts out laughing. Not only just laughing. No, his face gets red and tears start to form in his eyes, he has to hold his stomach and he almost doubles over.

"What?" I question confused.

"Y-You...how did that happen?" He says and tries to contain his laughter. But of course, Niall being Niall, he ends up failing terrible and starts laughing even more.

"What, Niall?" I sigh. "Do I have something in my hair?"

"No, but your...just..." He points with his fingers at his face and continues to laugh.

I sigh again and turn to look into the hallway mirror. As I see my reflection I gasp and my eyes widen in shock. and there it is, a sunburn. My face is red, almost as red as Mr. Krabs {or is it Krabbs; I dunno}, but the skin around my eyes is white. Stupid sunglasses. I look hideous. That's just...ugh.

"Like a raccoon." Niall says and starts laughing again, even harder than before.

"What? No." I cross my arms over my chest and pout.

"Babe, I didn't...no, come one. I didn't mean it like that." He stops laughing as he sees my expression, but he can't suppress the smile that is tugging at his lips.

He steps closer and uncrosses my arms. I start smiling, too, but I try to remain somewhat mad. Or something like this.

"Stupid sunglasses." I mumble and am probably sounding like a little child.

"Aww, baby. The sunburn isn't that bad. Don't blame the sunglasses." He pokes my nose.

"Guess you're right." I sigh and look up at him.

"But you still look like a raccoon." He chuckles and hugs me.

"I hate you." I hug him as well.

"I love you too, my sweet, little raccoon."