Niall Horan Imagines

Food Fight

"So help me God, if you throw that at me, Niall..." You threatened as Niall held the cake batter in his hands.

He giggled and raised his hand, inching closer to you. "Niall," You warned, backing away. "Don't. This shirt is new, and I will kill you."

Niall just shook his head and silently prayed as he chucked the batter at you, hitting you in the stomach with a splat. You slowly looked down to see the damage, your eyes wide, and your mouth hung open to make a perfect "O".

"Niall James Horan, I highly suggest you run," You said as you reached behind you and grabbed the bag of flour. Niall dashed out of sight, with that evil smirk still plastered on his face.

You chased straight after him, tightly gripping the bag of flour in your hands. You were a fairly quick runner, so naturally, catching up to him was no problem at all. He glanced back at you, shrieking when he saw the flour.

To your advantage, there was a wall right in front of him, and there would be no where that he could go from there. You'd have him trapped and vulnerable. You chuckled as he backed into the wall with a gulp. He raised his eyebrows and let out a deep breath.

"Come on, (Y/N). Flour is way too messy," He tried, resting his palms flat on the wall behind him.

You shook your head just as he had before, and shamelessly dumped the entire bag of flour over his head, watching as the white powder showered over your boyfriend. You took some cake batter from your shirt and spread it on his cheeks with your fingers, before stepping back to examine your masterpiece.

You tilted your head, reflecting the smirk that he once had, on your own face. "Just one thing left to do," You said as you reached into your pocket and pulled your phone out. You held it up and said, "Smile for the camera, Nialler."

He rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at you while he wiped some flour from his face with his hands.

You quickly took a picture, wasting no time in posting it on Twitter: "Maybe @NiallOfficial won't throw cake batter on my new clothes anymore."

You smirked as you put your phone back in your pocket and turned around to go finish cooking in the kitchen.

"You're not just gonna ditch me here, are you?" Niall called after you, desperately shaking flour out of his hair.

You chuckled, pulling some milk out of the refrigerator. "Have fun with that, babe!" You called back to him, ignoring the massive stain on your shirt.