One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Niall Imagine for @horany-for-niall

Niall Imagine for Alle! Hope you like it! :D

Note: (F/S/N) means "Future Son's Name" and (F/D/N) means "Future Daughter's Name."

Enjoy!

**Alle’s P.O.V**

“Princess? Princess, wake up,” I heard a soothing voice whisper in my ear. I fluttered my eyes open, staring straight into my new husband’s sky blue eyes. He swallowed when he saw me awaken, and he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on my cheek. “The plane’s about to land, love, and I need to buckle in,” he continued to whisper even though the two of us were alone on One Direction’s private jet. Reluctantly, I lifted my head off of Niall’s shoulder and separated my limbs from his. During the plane ride, I guess I had subconsciously used Niall as a human teddy bear.

“Sorry,” I apologized sheepishly, staring out the window at the now dark sky. Niall and I had just gotten married yesterday, and this morning he had whisked me out of the house onto some super secret honeymoon destination. So far though, we had been on the plane for nearly fourteen hours, and I was beginning to jokingly think that the plane was the secret honeymoon destination.

Niall quickly buckled in before pulling me back into his chest, one hand around my waist and the other playing with the wedding ring that now graced my finger. “I don’t mind at all,” he whispered, sending shivers down my spine. It was insane that after four and a half years of dating, Niall could still manage to make a blush and feel giddy like a lovesick teenage girl.

“Are we almost to the super secret spot yet?” I groaned, staring up at Niall with puppy eyes.

“I’m not looking at you. I know you’re doing the face,” he smirked, and my pout dropped into a disgruntled look. “And no, we won’t be there yet. We have to take on more trip by boat. But that one won’t be long!” he quickly assured, seeing the look I was about to give him. “Twenty minutes, max.”

The plane took fifteen minutes left to land, and after an hour of unboarding, retrieving luggage, and waiting for our captain to arrive, the two of us were finally on the boat, heading off into uncharted waters, or so it seemed. “I can’t have any clues as to where you’re taking me?” I begged, wrapping my arms around myself as the night to protect my skin from the cold winds that blew.

“Nope,” he replied. “You’ll guess it too easily,” he explained, shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it around me wordlessly. “Just go to sleep again, Alle. I’ll carry you inside when we get to the place.”

I nodded, my head already falling to the side and onto Niall’s shoulder. I don’t know why I was so tired tonight. Maybe it was from the long plane ride, or maybe it was because my best friend snuck me about two drinks last night at the reception, and I was not a heavy drinker. Alcohol made me drowsy, as I was displaying right now. The next time I woke up, I was lying on a soft, silky mattress, a soft light streaming in through clean, white curtains. “What the-?” I mumbled, leaning up so I was sitting on my elbows.

“No, Alle,” a voice next to me groaned, and I looked down to see Niall, his head curled up into my side, one arm slung loosely around my torso. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled.

“Niall, where are we?”

Niall sat up, a smile overtaking his face as he remembered that I didn’t know where in the world we were. “Well, Alle, welcome to Île de Direction. Direction Island,” he translated, and I nodded slowly, not quite getting it. “Simon bought us our own island a couple years ago so we could get away sometimes. And he gladly let us use it for our honeymoon together,” he smiled sweetly, kissing the tip of my nose lightly.