Niall Horan Imagines

Bar (Request)

I had too much to drink; it was that simple. No one told me to stop, so I didn't. Bars usually don't pack themselves with overly attractive men, but there were a few. I was wearing a nice dress, but it made me uncomfortable with all the skin it showed (pic on the side). I really didn't know why I had worn it.

I asked for one of their names, and it was Zayn.

"That rhymes with rain," I giggled, watching him laugh at me. 

"I think so," he nodded, talking to me like I was a kid.

"You're hot," I told him, taking another sip. He snorted.

"So are you. What about it?" he wondered, ordering another drink. 

"If we're both hot, then let's make out," I shrugged, smiling at him. He laughed out loud, a beautiful noise, but then glared at me.

"I have a girlfriend," he spoke, rolling his eyes. I sighed, leaning closer to him.

"One kiss won't hurt," I shrugged, placing my hand on his hand.

"Ellie?" I heard behind me. I turned to glare at Niall approaching the bar. I rolled my eyes, looking back to Zayn.

"Just kiss me?" I sighed, leaning closer to him. Niall and I hated each other, so showing him that I was getting some action would have made me feel amazing.

"We're leaving, Ellie," Niall growled behind me, grabbing my forearm and pulling me off the stool. The drink detached from my hands, slipping to the floor and shattering. He pulled me all the way to the car, shoving me in roughly. I had tried to struggle away, but he would always grab me again. 

"Gah," I let out, turning up the heat as he pulled away. "You're a jerk, Niall." He laughed.

"And even where you're drunk, you're still right," he chuckled. I sighed, leaning against the window. 

"I didn't kiss anyone," I complained, hearing him scoff at me. 

"Do you need to?" he asked. I shrugged.

"I want to right now." I glanced at him, his face illuminated by the reflection of the headlights on the long, winding road to my house. 

"Maybe when we get home." I stopped breathing for a few seconds to make sure I had heard him right, and then I threw up on my shoes.

He helped me inside, making sure I didn't step on any rocks, since I was barefoot, or fall over.

"Why are you helping me?" I wondered as I sat down on the couch. My head was already pounding, my brain fuzzy but less than earlier.

"It'll give me a good reputation," he shrugged, glancing at me as slid his jacket off of his shoulders.

"Are you going to kiss me?" I wondered, standing up and walking towards him. He raised an eyebrow.

"That dress goes too low," he scoffed, staring at my dress. I rolled my eyes, reaching over and putting my hands behind his neck.

"I don't like it either." He inhaled slowly, smirking.

"I never said I didn't like it." I took what that made me feel like and kissed him with it. Honestly, the kiss felt amazing, making my stomach flip and my heart race. 

He pulled away, breathing on my lips and looking into my eyes.

"I liked that," he whispered, and I blushed.

"A lot," I agreed, letting go of him. His hand brushed my waist before I turned and started walking down the hallway.

"Where are you going?" he called. I turned to look at him, yawning.

"I'm freaking tired, so go home," I instructed, seeing him grin at me in a way that he never had before.

And that was how I found out that we really didn't hate each other.

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thanks to avengers_bae127 for requesting this! I hope you liked it!

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one more guys the one i was actually supposed to post today dang it'll be like half an hour late

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