Niall Horan Imagines

Stubbornness

What you didn't expect was Niall freaking Horan taking it upon himself to pester you to no end.

You wanted to be professional, or as professional as possible. You still joked around with the boys and accompanied them on adventures, snapping photos and making memories with these boys who had quickly become close friends with you.

You just didn't want to get involved with any of them-because a couple did sleep around a lot, Liam was your best friend, and one or two had girlfriends.

It was going fine and they boys were silly but endearing.

All of it changed one drunken night with a kiss.

It wasn't sweet or perfect, it was sloppy and heated, demaning every inch of you.

Hungry hands roamed each other and bodies were pressed hotly tight against one another.

You wanted to blame the alcohol, and you did to the others who believed you. But you barely had one drink and Niall knew.

Niall knew the kiss you shared with him meant a lot more than you let on.

He knew that you weren't as drunk as you pretended afterwards.

He knew you wanted him.

He also knew it scared you.

You wanted to pretend it never happened much to Niall's frustration.

He wanted to repeat the kiss, he wanted more while you wanted to ignore it completely. You tried to play it off as nothing and hoped he would play along, which he obviously wasn't going to do for some unfathomable reason.

So the last few weeks of touring had been spent with Niall doing things just to get a rise out of you, to spur your near constant annoyance with him.

Why couldn't he just drop it? Why couldn't he find someone else to take an interest in?

What was going on in that weird little head of his that he is so fixated on you?

The boys seemed to know something you didn't and let it all just play out between you and Niall, who hadn't done anything over the line that would make you uncomfortable.

Just a lot of close calls, near kisses, bodies pressed close before being pushed away.

"Here!" you smiled as you put your hair up in a high pony tail and had your camera hanging around your neck, adjusting the settings as you met the boys in the living room. You were wearing shorts due to the hot summer weather and a loose tank top with long arm holes where your bra could be seen through it.

Your eyes fell to Niall who was wearing his favorite pair of ray bans and a tank top that revealed a lot of his blemishless back and shoulders along with a pair of shorts.

Your mind drifted towards the idea of kissing those perfect pink lips as your hands roam his body and...snap out of it!

You scolded yourself, a blush rising he turned to you , a smirk on his face as he checked you out. You pointedly ignored him as you walked out with the boys to the tour bus.

A few girls were there standing and wanted autographs and pictures taken, which you gladly did for a few. The girls were sweet but as you turned to Niall you saw one hard core flirting with him and a rush of jealousy washed over you, unbidden and definitely unwanted.

You clenched your jaw as he laughed at something she said, his eyes crinkling and his smile taking up all of his near angelic face.

The fan complimented him and they hugged, the girl whispering something in his ear that made you straighten up. Niall furrowed his brow, glancing over at you to see you watching them.