Niall Horan Imagines

Stubbornness

"Where is the left over pizza?" You grumbled, half awake as you searched the mostly empty fridge for the left overs you brought home last night. Harry emerged from the hotel suite living room and plopped on the stool by the counter and laid his head in his arms.

"Where do you think?" he asked in a low rumbling voice and you straightened, annoyance rising in you as you slammed the door shut and walked into the living room to see a certain bleach blonde with long legs sat on the couch munching your pizza.

"What the fuck Niall?" you said annoyed as you walked over to him. He smirked but didn't look up from scrolling on his phone with one hand while the other held a bitten slice of your pizza. You stood before him and snatched the piece away, taking a bite of it as he looked up at you with an annoyed look on his face.

"S' not like I wouldn't have gotten you some food you know. I was jus' hungry." he growled at you and you shrugged, glaring at him as you ate the slice. He leaned back on the couch and looked you up and down, a smirk tugging on his pale pink lips. He licked his lips and cocked his head to the side, wagging his brows suggestively in a way he knew would annoy you. You blushed red, covering your body, in only a pair of short pj shorts and an off the shoulder baggy shirt with no bra.

"Pig," you muttered and he laughed, that mocking sound that made your blood boil as you flicked him off, heading back into the kitchen.

"He just likes getting a rise out of you babe," Harry murmured and you scowled, tossing the half eaten slice into the trash just to spite the hungry Irishman washing the grease of your hands.

"He can fuck off," you mumbled and ran your fingers through your hair, trying to sort out the knots. You felt a body press up against your back, warm breath caressing your skin and sending shivers through you as two arms were placed on either side of you on the counter.

"Tha' wasn't nice princess," his rough Irish accent tickled your sensitive ears and you squirmed against him as he pressed a featherlight kiss to your neck.

"What part of leave me alone don't you understand?" you breathed, trying to keep your voice steady as he moved his hands slowly up and down your sides, slipping them under your shirt to caress the soft skin of your belly.

"You know you don't actually mean it." he said, dipping his fingers down into your shorts, rubbing lightly on the tops of your thighs with his calloused fingertips. You bit your lip, squirming against him and heard his breath hitch, feeling his hardening member press against your butt. "Fuck."

"Niall get your hands off of me, we gotta go." you protested and he chuckled hoarsely.

"You and I can have a day in if yah want. Have all kinds of fun, you an' me." he suggested and you turned to face him, his hands cupping your ass as you frowned at him. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders as your eyes fell on his angelic face with a very naughty smirk and you studied his lips, forgetting what you were going to say as your breathing picked up. Your skin tingled as he leaned forward, his lips ghosting yours as you heard the other boys enter the kitchen.

"Get off me." you blinked quickly, pushing against him. He laughed at your reddening cheeks and stumbled back running his hands through his hair as he watched you with amusement.

"You keep denying it, but I know you want me." he winked and you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Are you ready?" Liam's voice broke your glare at Niall. You looked at Liam innocently shaking your head.

"Let me get dressed and I'll be down in a sec," you answered him and rushed up stairs.

You were on tour with One Direction as their official photographer. Liam, your close friend, helped you get the job and you took it knowing it would look good on your resume as well as take you all across the world while they toured.