One Direction Preferences

Niall Calls You Clingy

It was only until you were supposedly sleeping on Niall’s lap when he was with the boys, but the truth was, you only were curious about what they talk about. “You’ve been mighty close with (Y/N),” Louis teased as Niall ran his fingers through your hair. Niall softly chuckled and watched the way you slept, or “slept” anyways. 

"Yeah, I really love her. She’s my love you know? Keeps me grounded," Niall explained softly. 

"Okay let’s get to the good stuff," Louis smirked. "Is the girl clingy?" Louis asked and you anticipated for the answer from Niall.  

"Yeah, actually she is. A lot. But I mean, what can I do? I love her a lot but she’s getting really clingy and annoying, but I love her too much to let her go. Just hope she will soon kind of back off because I need my space to think things through," Niall’s words shocked you. Did he really find you that annoying and clingy? Butterflies rushed through your stomach, and you were determined not to be clingy. 

The next day when it was morning, Niall’s arms were wrapped tightly around you, pulling you to his warm chest with his intoxicating scent. You had to let go, if you want to keep this thing still going, you need to distance yourself, you mentally muttered to yourself. As much as you didn’t want to, you ripped yourself from his grasp and went downstairs to watch tv every morning without him. It went like that for a while. 

Only soft kisses when he went to work, no cuddling, no real kisses, no falling asleep on Niall. There were a lot of things you sacrificed, though you knew it was for the better. 

One afternoon, you and Niall were watching a football game. You guys always do this, so he’d immediately think something is wrong if you were to refuse. However, he was on one side of the couch and you were all the way on the other. He came in beaming while he got the snacks and blanket. 

"C’mere Princess, I feel like I haven’t held you in my arms for days," Niall grinned, as he held out his arms for you to go and sit on his lap. ‘It’s because I’ve been avoiding you for 2 weeks now,’ you thought to yourself. 

"I’m good here thank you. I’m cuddling with the couch," you smiled to reassure him that your were comfortable enough.

"You should be cuddling with your boyfriend," Niall muttered to himself but it was loud so you heard. 

Niall ignored the way you rejected him, but you could tell it got to him by the way he tensed up and he would glance at you every now and then. It was not until 35 minutes into the game until he finally had enough. 

"Okay (Y/N), enough with the bullshit," he turned off the television and he faced you. 

"Hey, I was watching that!" You whined. He shrugged and turned to face you. 

"Tell me the truth. These few weeks have been shitty. You’re not yourself, we never look at each other, we haven’t had a proper conversation, and I always wake up to a cold bed. What’s up?" He glared at you with his blue piercing eyes. 

"I just was busy these two weeks is all," you shrugged. He shook his head with obvious sarcasm pouring from it.