Niall Horan Imagines

11. Work

        It's wintertime and you and Niall are visiting your parents farm for a while.   They live in an old farmhouse out in the country.  Today your dad was cutting wood, for the wood furance that heats the house.  He enrolled your borthers and you and Niall to help.

        As per usual the boys went out side to move to the wood and you went to the basement to stack the wood they throw down.

        For the first half hour the boys threw down whole logs but then they switched to split logs.  After they threw down a lot, there's a lull.  So you start throwing them from where they lay to a pile closer to where you're stacking them.

Niall POV

        I straighten from my my bent position and blow out a big breath.  Whew!  Honestly I haven't worked this hard in a long time.

        "Phill?  I'm gonna go help Y/N."  I say.

        He nods, and I turn away hearing the chainsaw roar behind me.

        Inside, I hear a faint, thump.  Thump.  Thump.  That get's louder as I walk down the stairs.  Then I notice the logs flying through the air.  What?  "Y/N?" I call.  The flying logs stop and Y/N walks into my line of vision.  "What are you doing?" I ask, confused.

        "Throwing logs." She replies, giving me a looks that says "duh!"

        "Why?" I run my hand through my hair, nothing about this makes sense.  Everything is so different here.

        "To get them closer to where I'm stacking them so I don't have to walk so far."

        "Oh."  I look at the pile of logs. "You threw all these?" She nods and my admiration for her grows.  Her hair is falling out of her ponytail and she's all sweaty, but to me, she's beautiful.