Niall Horan Imagines

Secret Love- Part 2

When you blinked your eyes open, you were no longer on Niall’s couch, but instead you were tangled in the sheets of his bed. Sunlight poured in from the window, casting a sweet morning glow on the room. Niall’s body was draped across yours; his head was resting on your chest and his legs were tangled with yours. You placed your hand on the back of his head, combing your fingers through his hair as you watched his bare back rise and fall while he peacefully slept. You heard him yawn before he raised his head and smiled at you.

“Good morning,” You said as he reached up to rub the sleep from his eyes.

He grinned and said, “Good morning to you too, ma’am.”

You weren’t sure what to make of the whole situation. It’s like you went from best friends to something way more than that in a matter of seconds and now it was complicated. There were things about Niall that you couldn’t ignore. Like the way he always squeezed you extra close when he was hugging you, and how he would always hold you a little longer than anyone else. And the way he would smile when you were talking to him, even if you weren’t saying anything worth a smile. Or how he would intensely look into your eyes and then fight to maintain that eye contact for as long as possible. And how he’d take your hand and sing to you when you were having a rough day. You always thought that your relationship with Niall was nothing more than a really strong friendship, but now as you laid in his bed, caught up in each other, you were starting to wonder if it hadn’t been more than that all along and you were just too blind to see it. You wondered if he thought about you at night when he couldn’t sleep, like you would think of him.

“You’re thinking, aren’t you?” Niall asked as his eyes searched your face. He rolled off of you and forced himself into a sitting position, in which he sat with his legs crossed on the mattress. He took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours before saying, “Let’s talk.”

You copied his movements and situated yourself so that you were sitting up with your back leaning against the headboard. You looked down to where your hand was knotted with his and said, “What do you want to talk about?”

He sighed and his mind seemed to wander off as he admitted, “Well, I’d love to talk about us, but we can hold off on that, if you’d prefer.”

“No, you’re right. We should talk about us. What are we, Niall? I’m confused,” You told him, finally bringing your eyes up to meet his for a second.

He nibbled on his lip, fearful of what might happen if he said the words that were just hanging on the tip of his tongue. He inhaled a shaky breath and said in a quiet voice, “I—I was hoping that we could have a relationship. You mean a lot to me, (Y/N).”

A smile tugged at your lips and you squeezed his hand as you whispered, “You mean a lot to me, too.”

“I love you,” Niall blurted. His voice shook as he spoke. You looked up to see that his eyes were watering and he wiped at them. “I love you so much I could just scream. I didn’t realize until yesterday, when you left, and I just felt so empty inside. I knew I had to find you and get you back and I’d do anything to keep you here with me. I’m sure I sound ridiculous right now, but I don’t even care anymore. I love you, I love you, I love you, I lo-”