One Direction Imagines

Niall Imagine for Evanna (MyHeartOneDirection)

Niall Imagine for Evanna (MyHeartOneDirection)

A few hours ago, Niall had come trudging into the flat you share with him. He had just finished up a One Direction afternoon rehearsal that was apparently very tiring, and he ended up plopping right into bed even though it was only about 6:00 p.m. You were surprised he hadn't asked for dinner or something, and you had been looking forward to him coming home because of how boring it was without him. However, you were feeling sympathetic and decided to let him rest, figuring he'd probably sleep for awhile.

Around 9:00, after finding random things to do to entertain yourself, you start craving some ice cream. You open your freezer and find your favorite ice cream flavor, picking it up and getting a bowl and ice cream scooper out. But when you go to scoop it, the ice cream is rock solid. You start to become impatient, desperately trying to get the ice cream out of the carton. While hunching over the ice cream to get more power behind your arm, you hear someone come into the kitchen behind you.

"Need help?" the familiar voice asks.

You turn around to see the adorable blonde bed head smirking at your struggle to scoop yourself a simple dessert. He has changed into athletic shorts and a bro tank/cut-off. Even from a distance you can easily see his transparent, sky blue eyes twinkle as they meet yours. Those eyes never fail to amaze you.

As you couldn't seem to look away, Niall's smirk transforms into a smile, matching yours.

He walks up to you and holds out his hand. "I got it, Ev." You sigh and put the scooper in his hand, letting him take over.

In one plunge, a perfect scoop of ice cream is sitting in the ice cream scooper. He scoops out two more and you stand beside him, impressed. You aren't the strongest person, but that ice cream was really frozen.

"Wow, you got yourself some muscle," you say, squeezing his biceps.

He dips his index finger into the ice cream, licking it. Usually that might bother some people, but it was your boyfriend and you didn't really care. "Thanks," he smiles. "You can reward me by giving me some of this ice cream."

"Never!" You exclaim, reaching to grab the bowl he scooped for you off of the counter. But Niall pulls it out of your hands and stuffs a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, now refusing to share with you.

"Hey!" You shout in protest and chase him around the kitchen. As he runs away from you with the spoon and bowl in his hands, he accidentally drops the small amount of ice cream that was in the spoon onto the floor. You both stop short.

"See? This is why you can't be trusted," you say jokingly.

Niall crouches down to the floor and picks up the ice cream with his fingers, putting it into his mouth. He wipes the remaining mess off of the floor with a damp napkin. "All better!"

"Niallllll," you whine at him. "That's gross! Don't eat food off the floor!"

"You can't tell me what to do!" he defends himself.

"Fine. But I won't be kissing those dirty lips anytime soon," you laugh.

"Oh yeah?" he smirks and you can already predict what he will do next.

You make a run for it and you can hear Niall catching up to you as you run into the living room. When you run by the couch, he reaches you and pushes you onto it. Pinning you down against the cushions, his face hovers over top of yours. You attempt to escape from his grip, but it's no use; he's too strong. You jerk your head from left to right and temporarily make it difficult for him to kiss you. However, he eventually cups his hands around your cheeks, keeping your head still, and presses his lips against yours. You close your eyes and feel your head rise up a bit to kiss him back, enjoying his gentle touch. The way he holds your delicate face in his large hands is so cute.

Niall releases his lips from yours and smiles down at you cheekily. "My lips still tasted good anyway, didn't they?"

"They always do," you laugh, and lean in for another kiss.

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