Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine for Samantha!

"Niall!" You screamed while grabbing the shirt of his that was lying on the floor, along with one of his tank tops.

"Yes, darling?" He called back to you as you stomped into the room that he was seated in.

"What did I tell you about leaving your dirty clothes on the floor?" You complained, getting a little fed up with it.

"I know, I'm sorry. I won't do it again, babe. I promise," He said.

You nodded, throwing his clothes into the laundry basket. "I'm gonna clean today, soooo...you wanna help?" You asked, hoping he'd agree.

"But babe..." He whined. "I'm so exhausted! How could I possibly clean?!" He was acting so dramatic.

"Nialler, it's not my fault that you decided to stay up till 2:00 in the morning! Don't do that next time," You giggled.

"Sam, I'll cook dinner tonight if you clean," He suggested.

"Really?" You were actually considering this.

"Of course," He smiled.

"Fine. It's a deal. But you'd better cook something good. I'm not cleaning this whole house for you to heat up a frozen dinner and call it a meal," You said.

He chuckled. "I would never dream of doing that, babe."

"Good," You sighed, heading off to find the mop as you heard Niall's voice. You spun around to see him talking into his phone.

"Hi, can I get a large pizza with pepperoni and-"

"NIALL!"

**I hope you liked it!!! I'm sorry that it's so short! But, I hope you still enjoyed it!**