Niall Horan Imagines

Fireproof (Request)

I rolled out of bed that morning, literally. Luckily, the floor wasn't too far away. I landed with an oomph, waking up instantly.

I sat up and groaned, looking up at the bed. Niall's hand hung off the edge I had fallen from as the dust particles settled around me in the sunlight.

I stood up and shook him awake, seeing that he was taking up the whole bed.

"Hey. You pushed me off," I chuckled, sitting down on some free space next to him.

His eyes fluttered open, and with one breath, he let out a fit of coughs, surprising me.

"I'm sorry," he let out hoarsely. I frowned, running a hand over his head and then to his forehead.

"You're burning up," I spoke, thinking how he must have been feeling terrible.

"I'm alright," he sighed, closing his eyes once more.

It was a Saturday, so the kids didn't have school. I went into their room, but they were already awake, running up to me to say good morning.

"Daddy's sick. Do you want to help me make breakfast for him?" They both nodded excitedly, rubbing their tired, little eyes.

Joey was seven, and Lilly and was almost eight, but I felt like I had popped them out just yesterday.

We went into the kitchen, and I had them get out the ingredients for pancakes while I made an omelet.

The started putting everything into a bowl, and I cracked the eggs. Pancake batter went everywhere, but I wasn't mad.

I continued to make his breakfast, helping them pour the pancakes onto the griddle. Joey jostled me slightly, and my hand landed right on the hot part. I pulled away quickly, pretending I hadn't been hurt.

"Did I hurt you, Mommy?" he pouted, hugging my waist. I shook my head, biting my tongue.

"I'm fine, honey," I smiled, staring down as it reddened.

Everything was ready, so we put it on plates and took it to our room.

"Daddy! Wake up!" Lilly exclaimed, pushing on his shoulder. Joey jumped on the bed as I held the plates, smiling.

"Hey guys," he smiled, glancing at me.

"We made you breakfast," Joey grinned, pointing at me. I brought over the food and put it on his nightstand, watching him sit up.

"You guys are great!" he beamed, being overly excited for the little ones. I could tell he would rather sleep.

I put a hand on his shoulder, but he took it right off.

"Did you burn yourself?" he wondered, furrowing his eyebrows at me.

"I'm sorry, Mommy!" Joey exclaimed, running over to me. I kissed his cheek.

"I'm perfectly fine," I said to him, glancing at Niall as I spoke. Joey let go of me, and I smiled at Niall.

He kissed my hand, where it was burned, and looked back up at me.

"There. Now you're fireproof." I bit my tongue, smiling.

"Not if you get me sick," I teased, cocking a hip. He rolled his eyes.

"I might spontaneously combust," I shrugged, joking around with him. He snorted, still holding my hand.

He pulled me onto the bed, halfway on top of him, grinning.

"I'm the firefighter," he spoke softly. I pressed my lips to his, sighing.

"Ew!" the kids exclaimed in unison behind us. I let go, turning to stick my tongue out at them.

They ran out, leaving us alone, and I blushed.

"I don't think there's such a thing as fireproof," I thought out loud.

"Are you asking for me to kiss you?" he squinted at me, smirking.

"I'm never not," I shrugged, laughing when he kissed me once more.

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thanks to Catherine_Hemmings for requesting this! I hope you liked it!

IN LIEU OF THE NEW SINGLE, FIREPROOF. IF YOU HAVEN'T HEARD IT, STOP EVERYTHING AND LISTEN; IT IS MY LIFE. DISMISS YOURSELF

But seriously, hopefully now I'm back in the swing of things, so daily updates if I can?

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Mel xx