Niall Horan Imagines

In the Middle of the Night

You blinked your eyes open to discover that you’d been lying on your stomach, in the same position that you were in when you exhaustedly collapsed onto your bed six hours earlier. Except, this time, your lovely husband was lying beside you. He was lying flat on his back, his hands folded together and rested on his bare stomach. A tiny smile tugged at your lips and you rested your hand on top of his. Niall was always a heavy sleeper, but for some reason, just the gentle touch of your hand was enough to wake him this particular night. He inhaled a sharp breath as his eyes peeled open, those stunning blues staring back at you even through the dark.

“I’m sorry,” You mumbled, intertwining your fingers with his. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He yawned and shook his head, “No worries.”

“When did you get home, anyway? I never even heard you come in,” You said in a hushed tone.

“Not that long ago, actually. It was a long day at wo-” He started, but was soon interrupted by the sharp cry of your baby girl in her bedroom next door.

With a flinch, you sighed and rolled over to attend to your crying daughter. You were about to slide out of bed when Niall grabbed your wrist and tugged you back down again.

“Stay,” He simply said, tucking the blanket around you before forcing himself out of bed. “I got it.”

You smiled as you watched Niall sleepily stumble out of the room. The light in the hallway flicked on, and at the sight of her dad, your daughter’s cries were silenced.

“Now, now,” Niall said to himself as he approached his little girl, whom was curled up in her crib, staring back at her dad with wide blue eyes much like his own. “What’s got my little princess crying, hmm?” He said as he gathered her in his arms. He began wandering around the room, bouncing his daughter on his hip like you do.

After lying in silence for a while, you couldn’t help but wonder what was taking so long for Niall to return. Curiosity took the best of you and you slipped out of bed, trudging around the corner to find Niall moving in circles around his daughter’s bedroom, calming her with his words. Your breath caught in your throat and you stood still, hoping he wouldn’t notice you.

“You can’t cry like this in the middle of the night, sweetheart,” He said, looking down at his daughter as his fingers lightly grazed the side of her face. “You can’t keep mommy up all night. She works so hard for you. All day you’ve got her running around like a crazy person, you know that?” He poked her nose, earning a giggle. “She needs her sleep too, missy. And if you keep cryin’ like this, mommy’s gonna be tired and crabby and nobody wants that. Keep me up all night, if you must, but not mommy, okay?”

He pressed his lips to his daughter’s forehead before placing her back in her crib. With a sweet little wave, he headed back to return to you. But, to his surprise, you were waiting for him in the doorway.

“Hey,” He made a pouty face and guided you back toward the bed. “You were supposed to stay in bed.”

“Sorry,” You apologized as Niall repositioned himself on his side of the bed, before pulling you in and enveloping you in his arms. “Niall, I still can’t deicide which one of us is luckier. Our daughter, for having such a wonderful father, or me, for being married to him?”

**This wasn’t requested, I was just sitting around trying to think of something to write and this idea came to mind. I really need to focus on all the requested imagines I have, but sometimes I just like to write a random imagine in favor of everyone.**