Niall Horan Imagines

Perfect Mess

Why am I here? You mentally scolded yourself, watching as cameras were adjusted in every corner of the room. There literally wouldn't be a second of privacy - every thing you did, every movement, every word - would be captured by the lens of a camera. Your stomach was whirling with butterflies, but not the cute butterflies that happen on a first date or just before you lean in for your first kiss. They were the devilish butterflies that made your stomach hurt, and had you second-guessing your every move. You were doubting yourself and this whole situation. I shouldn't be here. Look at me. This isn't for me. You drowned yourself in your own thoughts as Niall himself strolled into the room, wearing a white v-neck shirt. His top was made of some sort of material that was almost see-through. You could see the outlines of his chest through his shirt, and the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers was also clearly visible. He was tempting, no doubt. Don't even think like that. He's above you. He's better than you. You swallowed hard, trying not to let his appearance consume you. Your own thoughts abused you more than anything else.

"Alright, y'all set, (Y/N)?" The director called out, raising his eyebrows at your uneasy expression.

You inhaled a shaky breath and shrugged, mumbling, "I guess."

"Oh, c'mon!" Niall cackled, smirking at you. His striking blues landed on you as he added, in an intimidatingly steady voice, "Let's make a movie, baby girl."

The director held his finger up and interrupted. Thank goodness, because you already felt like you were losing control of yourself. You needed this time to regain your strength. "Not a movie, Niall," The director snarled, "It's a music video, remember? We need to keep this PG."

"Aw, only PG?!" Niall whined, like a child. "I'm ready for some R-rated shit. Especially with the gem you've picked up for me." He then switched his focus to you. Your heartbeat was racing so fast you feared you might faint or something. Why the hell is he looking at me like that? He's not supposed to be attracted to me, I'm not- "Where'd you find her?" He licked his lips as his eyes hungrily trailed over your body. You sat with your legs crossed, leaning back on the palms of your hands. Only now did you realize how suggestive you looked, without even intending to. "They don't make 'em like you anymore, baby." He growled like a starving animal, smirking at you in a way that made you want to giggle.

The director rolled his eyes and hissed, "Kid, just keep it in your pants for the shoot, please? Whatever you do outside of this studio is none of my business. But while we're here, can we please just film the music video?!"

Niall swiped his thumb along the corner of his mouth before nodding his head and saying, "Yeah, you're right. Let's get on with it, then." Never once did he lift his gaze from you. You felt intimidated, but... intrigued at the same time.

"Alright, so for the first shot..." The director took Niall by the hand and roughly guided him toward where you sat on a table. Niall raised his eyebrows at you, in response to how aggressively the director handled him. You couldn't help but giggle a little this time. That made Niall smile. Finally. He was cracking you. "Place your hands on either side of her, like you're locking her in," The director instructed. Niall leaned forward and did as he was told. You were so close to him; your faces only inches apart. You blinked rapidly as he let out a long minty breath. He chuckled. "Good, good," The director commented, before grabbing your legs. You squealed and swatted him away without giving it a thought. Get your hands off of me, you pig! Niall chuckled again and rested his hand on your thigh. You didn't even flinch at his touch. Tilting his head to follow your eyes, so that you were forced to stare directly into his clouded gaze, Niall spoke, "Shh, calm down, baby." His voice rose at the end. He chuckled again and whispered, "He's only trying to help."