Niall Horan Imagines

Stay With Me

**Before anyone asks, yes this imagine is based off of “Stay With Me” by Sam Smith. As always, I hope you enjoy this!**

“Hey, where are you going?” Niall’s tired voice, which was deeper and raspier than his normal voice, stopped you in your spot at the door. You spun around to see him yawning as he stood in only a pair of black boxers. His hair was slightly tousled and his cheeks were a rose color. You were caught halfway through the doorway, hoping to leave without being noticed, but obviously that didn’t work very well. Niall grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into his apartment, shutting the door behind you.

“I thought you just-” You started, but were soon interrupted.

“Well, you thought wrong, honey. I don’t do one-night stands,” Niall said to you as he searched for some clothes to throw on. “I suppose I should have told you that earlier.”

“I suppose you should have,” You snapped back at him, leaning against a wall and watching while Niall tugged on a pair of dark blue basketball shorts.

“Oh, come on. You don’t hate me that much, do you?” Niall asked as he ruffled his hair until it somewhat fell into place. He raised his eyebrows at you and licked his tongue over his lips as he waited for your answer.

You let out a deep breath. “I don’t hate you at all. I just wasn’t expecting you to want a relationship with me,” You admitted, your eyes dropping to the floor.

When you looked up again, it was because you felt Niall’s finger gently brushing over the side of your face. He stroked your skin and stared at you with a soft smile on his face. “Stay with me for a while, okay? Give me a chance, (Y/N),” Niall whispered. Your eyes studied his for a minute, and you could see the sincerity in them. You simply nodded, agreeing to stay, and Niall pulled you into his arms, letting your face hide in his bare chest while he rubbed circles into your back.

“Do you like pancakes?” Niall asked after a long silence. You pulled away to look up at him with your eyebrows furrowed. He laughed and said, “Well, do you?”

“Of course I like pancakes, Niall. Who doesn’t?” You answered him with a giggle and he shrugged before lacing his fingers with yours and leading you toward his kitchen.

He let go of your hand to gather a mixing bowl and a spatula, among all the ingredients he’d need for pancakes. Still holding the spatula in his hand, he turned to you with a grin on his face. Niall held the spatula to his mouth, as if it was a microphone, and belted out a few lines of “I’m Yours” by Jason Mraz. He absentmindedly swayed on his feet while he sang and you smiled when he held out his other hand for you. Once he had a hold of your hand, he jerked you into his side and continued to sing with one arm wrapped around you, holding you close.

When he finished, you applauded him and he bowed. “Alright, I’m ready to make pancakes now,” Niall said as he turned his back to you. He danced his way around the kitchen the entire time, and as you watched him spin around with the mixing bowl in his arms, you knew you’d never try to leave Niall again.