He was unaware of her Irish daddy kink. |mature content|

Started writing this book in 2014 so PLEASE do not judge the terrible or extremely cringy writing. I was 12 when this book began! I had it unpublished for a while and republished it. #6 ranking in #niallhoranimagines 2025 COMPLETED. Cover by: Turdiform

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Just some cute imagines because why not? Hope you like it! I worked hard on them. Leave comments of ideas! I run out quickly

My second Niall imagines book. This book is about imagines about Niall and a girl. And the best part is, YOU ARE THAT GIRL. I don't make personal imagines... unfortunately :( Since this is my 2nd book, please check out my 1st book that was boring :P "Niall Horan Imagines" It's in my "Works"

[CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION // ALMOST COMPLETE, SHOULD BE DONE BY 2019. // RECOMMEND READING ONCE EDITING IS FINISHED.] ___________________________________________ ... he grabbed my upper arm pulling me back to him, his lips found mine -and his kiss was soft. Softer than I expected. He didn't try to grab anywhere on my body, he didn't try to force me to kiss him back or put his tongue down my throat - he just kissed me. It was a short lingering kiss that lasted only a minute, but it still left me almost breathless and bewildered to say the least. When he pulled away, I slowly opened my eyes to look at him, his eyes were hard and his lips pressed in a firm line. His hand found the collar of my jacket moving it away once more, enough for anyone to see the mark he left earlier. "You're mine now, and don't you forget it." he stated sternly, looking deep into my eyes his hard blue ones washing over my green iris's like a tsunami. I gulped tightly at how serious he was. He said that in such a way where it actually had me terrified, he looked frustrated, determined, even down right possessive. It made me never want to touch a guy again, touch Grant again, and maybe that's why he looked at me like that. He wanted to scare me so that I would never defy his words, so that he could have me to himself, but I barely knew him, never the less, he barely knew me - or my name. ___________________________________________

Imagines About The Irish Charm Niall Horan