Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine for Emily!

“Nice shirt,” Niall smirked, nodding toward the shirt you were wearing while scribbling his signature across the front of your Midnight Memories album. You were clad in a white t-shirt that had a picture of Niall on it.

You smiled while he handed the album back to you. You were expecting him to move on and take pictures with other fans, but instead, he stood right beside you and folded his arms over his chest. He ran his tongue along his lips.

“So what’s your name, love?” He asked, looking over at you.

You contained your excitement and let your eyes fall to your feet before mumbling your name. “Emily,” You said.

“I’m gonna take a guess that, just by looking at your shirt, I’m your favorite?” He chuckled, taking a step closer to you.

“You’d be right,” You nodded, giggling as a blush crept across you features.

“Well, you’re my favorite, too,” Niall whispered, leaning in so that only you would hear him.

You gasped and looked up at him, your eyes finally meeting his. He smirked, and that’s when you noticed how close you were to him. Your foreheads were almost touching, and you could feel his breath blow across your face as he spoke. His accent sent chills down your spine and he paused, taking a moment to search your eyes. You stood still and he laughed. “You’re so calm and I can actually talk to you like a regular person,” He said. “I like that.”

You stayed quiet, until his arm bumped into yours, and you were snapped back into reality. You cleared your throat and finally broke the eye contact, dropping your eyes to your feet again. “So…” You muttered, unsure of what to say.

“So…” Niall mimicked you, stuffing his hands in his pockets while swaying on his feet. “I’m really glad you came today, Emily. It’s the fans like you that keep us going, really,” He smiled, opening his arms for a hug.

You didn’t hesitate as he pulled you into him and rubbed his hands along your back. You felt his cool breath against your neck as he whispered, “Call me.” He pulled away from you with a wink, before moving on to the next group of fans.

You stood, completely dumbfounded, until you looked down at the album he had signed, to see his phone number written underneath his signature. You beamed uncontrollably and skipped your way out of the building, clutching the album close to you, knowing that this was quite possibly the best thing to ever happen to you.

**I hope you liked it! I’m sorry for the wait!**