Niall Horan Imagines

When We're Together- Part 2

You tried to stifle a laugh, watching Niall attempt to carry on a serious conversation about the two of you relocating to another floor of the building. But he had a noodle stuck to his face by means of some tomato sauce, and you couldn't help but be distracted by how hilarious he looked, absolutely oblivious to the spaghetti noodle that dangled from his face. He threw his hand in the air as he spoke, "Jesus, we must be on the most boring floor in the whole damn building! I mean, have you seen those people?! They're like bricks in the wall. Too bland for me." He shook his head in disgust, and the noodle moved with him.

You slammed your hand down on the table, letting out a loud and obnoxious laugh. Niall's eyes snapped up and finally the noodle peeled off of his face, falling beside his napkin. "What?" He asked, "What're you laughing at?" He felt around his face, until his fingers touched the sauce on the corner of his mouth.

"That noodle," You pointed, "Has been stuck to your face this whole time. I didn't want to say anything because that was literally the funniest thing I've seen all day." Wiping tears from your eyes, you breathed, "Oh god. That was hilarious. You had no idea it was there!" You ended up chuckling a bit more before mumbling, "Oh, thanks for that, Nialler."

"Like I did it on purpose," He grumbled, collecting the stray noodle in his napkin. "But I'm glad you could have a laugh at my expense." You lifted your eyes to his, expecting them to be angry. But all he did was wink at you. You blushed, before you could even control it, dropping your eyes to your lap. "So," Niall cleared his throat, "You about done, there?" He stole a glace at his expensive watch before saying, "We should get goin' soon. Lunch break is over in about fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen?!" You panicked, "Niall, why didn't you tell me?! We're going to be late! It takes more than fifteen minutes just to drive back!" You quickly stood up and Niall giggled.

"Fine," He laughed, "If it makes you feel better, we have more like sixteen and a half minutes." He laughed more as you rolled your eyes. Snatching the bill from the table, you set off to find someone you could pay it to. But just as quickly, Niall was behind you with his hand wrapped around your wrist, pausing you in your spot.

He still giggled a little as he said, "S'okay, (Y/N). Let me pay the bill."

"Let's at least split it," You said, "I'll feel like a jerk if I don't at least contribute a little."

Niall shook his head, skilfully prying the thin piece of paper from your hand. "Not gonna happen, sorry," He said, "I told you before - I'm a gentleman. I'll pay the bill." He smugly grinned at you before disappearing to pay the bill. 

While Niall was away, you hovered around the table you and Niall shared for lunch. In a matter of seconds, you caught yourself fishing through your purse until you found your compact mirror. After giving yourself a quick check-over, you dropped your mirror back into your bag and silently scolded yourself. You had a husband, and Niall was only your best friend. You didn't need to look your best for him, he wouldn't see you that way. Besides, you weren't really on a date... right?

Your thoughts were interrupted when Niall's grinning face came dancing back toward the table. "You ready to go?" He asked, lifting your jacket for you. You nodded, offering him a faint smile.