Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine for Ysabella!

“You know I’m gonna win,” Niall said to you, while he leaned back and tossed a handful of popcorn in his mouth. “You can’t resist me and you know it. But, go ahead and try.”

You made a bet with Niall that you’d be able to go a whole day without speaking to him or touching him. You were certain that you’d be able to do it, but obviously, Niall thought he knew otherwise. Since you couldn’t shoot a smart response back at him, all you were able to do was roll your eyes and reach for some popcorn for yourself.

“Nope!” Niall said with a laugh while he snatched the bowl of popcorn away before you could grab any. “Ask nicely and maybe I’ll give you some,” He teased, knowing you couldn’t respond. You growled and turned away from him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh, don’t be that way,” He said, crunching on another handful of popcorn. There was silence for a while and you wondered what he was doing, until you suddenly felt his breath blow across your skin. You peeked over your shoulder and your face was inches from his, so close that your noses were almost touching. His lips hovered over yours, before curling into a smile as his eyes flickered up to meet yours. Your eyes trailed down to his lips and he chuckled as he slowly closed the gap between you. You were still at first, until he took your bottom lip between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug, as if to encourage you. You shifted so that he was straddling your lap and he dipped his head to connect his lips with yours again. He was moving painfully slow, and you knew he was doing it on purpose, so you grabbed the collar of his shirt and impatiently tugged him closer.

Your hands raced up and down his arms, and he smirked against your mouth before moving his lips to your neck. He peppered a trail of kisses across your neck, all the way up to your ear, where he leaned in and whispered, “I won.”

You froze, and he let out an evil chuckle as he climbed off of your lap. He reached for his now empty popcorn bowl and made his way toward the kitchen, presumably to get more. You gasped and marched after him. “That is not fair!” You shouted, and he laughed loudly.

“Sure it is,” He said, turning to you with that smirk. “Admit it, sweetheart. You can’t even keep your hands off of me!”

“Whatever,” You grumbled as you dropped your eyes to the floor.

“Aw, it’s alright,” Niall told you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and guiding you with him as he walked. “Popcorn?” He offered.

**I hope you like it, dear!**