One direction imagines and prefrences

Your stressed out NIALL

Niall: you're smothered in end of the year projects, trying to juggle the impending finals with only two hands. You don't sleep, barely grab a bite to eat in order to keep the energy going. Its ridiculously early, barely dusk and you still haven't finished the two essays assigned for the next day. Or today. You really don't know anymore. The dinning room table has become your permanent workstation and it's no surprise that he finds you there once again, at this ungodly hour. His hands are still rubbing the sleep from his drooping eyes, rest he knows you need but are too determined to concede. You're crisis is frustrating for him too. He's trying to take care of you while he's here, even if it's only for a few days, but all you can focus on is on the mountain of UNI work deciding your future. You don't hear him approach you, you don't hear him sigh as he sees the lukewarm coffee abandoned at the side and you don't realize he's been scrutinizing you for almost five minutes straight until his voice startles you out of your deep reverie. Just the sight of you, a bit helpless and tired, makes him cradle the back of thighs with on arm and the top half of your body with other to carry you off towards the bedroom. His heart clenches when you snuggle up to his bare chest. A subtle sign of thanks and exhaustion. And he'll lay you down, cuddle you in with a song dripping from his pink lips. Gritty and heavily accented with sleep but warm enough to embrace you like a caress.