Niall Horan Imagines

If It Weren't for You

You let out a deep sigh, just from the relief of being back in your own home, as you set your purse down on the kitchen table and tossed your keys down after it. The obvious silence quickly caught your attention as you turned your head to see that the TV wasn't on. That was unusual. Whenever Niall wasn't playing guitar, he seemed to be watching golf, or something else on TV. You peeked around the corner, your eyebrows furrowing to see that Niall wasn't even in that room. "Ni?" You softly called, but he couldn't hear your tiny voice from his spot upstairs.

You quietly padded up the carpeted staircase, feeling surrounded by an uncomfortable silence. When you made it to your shared bedroom, you peeked around the door frame to find Niall curled up in bed, holding his phone in front of his face. His back faced you, but the screen illuminated his face. The sliding door in your bedroom, which led out to the balcony, was open - allowing a cool breeze to blow into the room. Niall didn't have a blanket on, but he lay with his knees bent. "Oh, baby!" You chirped, "There you are!" Niall was startled by your voice, and he quickly locked his phone before jolting up in bed.

"H-hi," He breathed, running his fingers through his hair. The expression written across his face made him appear to be distracted.

A thought tugged at your mind and it wasn't long before you'd crossed the room to him, sitting so close to him on the bed that your thigh touched his. He tried to push his phone under his pillow secretly, so that you wouldn't notice. But you placed your hand on his lower thigh and leaned in before he could do anything. "Niall," You whispered, pressing kisses to his jaw. Your hand crawled further and further until your palm rested over the zipper on his jeans. You applied a little pressure and he let out a shaky breath, swallowing hard. His head titled back and you trailed your kisses down his now exposed neck, whispering, "I love you so much." He licked his lips before pressing them together to let out a low moan. You used this as your opportunity to knock his phone out of his reach, before pushing him back onto the mattress. You crawled on top of him, so that you straddled his hips, as you leaned in to whisper, "So why don't you tell me what you're hiding from me?"

Niall's eyes flew open and any sexual tension he was feeling before flew right out the open balcony door. The lust in his eyes was replaced with worry and fear as he quietly shook his head. You smirked. Innocently grinding your hips against his, you earned a low growl from your boyfriend. He was trying to fight his arousal, but you forced it onto him. You knew there was only one way to get him to cave. Nipping at his earlobe, you whispered into his ear, "What do you mean, no? You can't hide from me forever, baby."

"It's embarrassing," He finally whispered back, in a voice that was much raspier than yours. You stopped all your actions and rested still on his hips.

Embarrassing? "What is it?" You asked, more concerned this time. "Oh my god, please don't tell me you're Googling ways to increase your dick size again..."

Niall's face flushed a red color and he spat, "How do you know about that?!'

"It's in your search history on your phone," You shrugged, "I saw it last time I borrowed your phone to look up brownie recipes." You let out a breath before saying, "Look, Niall, I'm sure your penis is fine the way it is-"

"Stop!" Niall gasped, reaching up to cover your mouth with his hand. "Let's stop talking about that, okay? I haven't Googled that in a long time."