"Y/N, are you busy?" A voice asked, tearing your attention from your phone as you looked up to see Niall, standing in the doorframe of the bedroom.
"Not really, why is something wrong?" You asked.
"A little bit, I can't seem to think of anything for the new song I'm writing." He answered, coming further into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him.
"Is something on your mind? You always have inspiration." You said, concerned as you put your phone down onto the side table next to your bed.
"Not really, I just don't have any inspiration. I've written about so many things now; the fans, the boys, you and I feel like I'm repeating myself in every song I write. I need a new inspiration." He explained, sitting next to you on the bed and wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Your a good writer, so I was wondering if you could help me." He added, looking up at you hopeful.
"Ni, writing in a school and writing a song, are two completely different things." You told him and he sighed.
"I know, but please? You don't have to write the song, but maybe write something for me to get inspiration from." He said and you nodded.
"Okay, I'll help, but don't expect too much." You said and he cheered, placing a kiss to your forehead.
"Thank you, princess." He smiled and you nodded, with a chuckle, getting up from his embrace and entering his music room, while he followed you.
His music room was full of different things; he had guitars against the wall, some of them were on stands and he had paper everywhere, some torn up, some filed neatly in a folder and some strewn on his desk. He had even got his own recording microphone, so he could practice and have some fun with recording while he was at home.
"I just need something, you know? Something I can write about that I could talk about for ages." He told you as you took a seat at his desk and he handed you a new piece of paper and a pencil.
"Okay, can you go in another room so I can concentrate?" You asked and he nodded, with a smile.
"Of course, baby." He smiled, giving you a gentle kiss before he left the room.
Honestly, you didn't know what to write and how to inspire Niall, so you looked around the room, taking in your surroundings and deciding to write about Niall's love of music.
He loved music and he could talk to you about it for hours, how the chords on a guitar could play such an amazing song and how singing a song could help others in different ways, so you based your inspiration on music.
An hour later and you were finished and you proudly took what you had written to Niall, who you found sitting on your shared bed, with a smirk on his face.
He looked up at you, his smirk widening as a chuckle escaped his lips.
"What are you smirking at?" You asked him and he quickly put his phone behind his back.
"Oh, nothing princess, it's just something else I now know about you." He said, small giggles escaping him as he tried to hide his smile.
"What about me?" You asked suspiciously.
"Oh, nothing, just that your writing is a little more broader than I first thought." He said and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
"What do you mean?" You asked and he brought his phone from behind his back, showing you it to reveal one of your old accounts with a list of your books.
"W-where did you find that?" You asked, nervously and he smiled.
"A fan sent it to me on twitter. I can't believe you wrote fan fiction about me back when you were a teenager, but you know what? You were a great writer then and your an even better one now." He smiled, lovingly and you blushed, profusely.
"How much of that have you read?" You questioned.
"Only the first two chapters, but I intend to read the rest." He smirked as you tried to reach for his phone.
"You can't rush perfection, baby. I need to read the book in my own time." He laughed, pulling his phone out of your reach.
"No, Niall, you can't. Please, it's embarrassing." You laughed and he shook his head.
"It's not to me, I think it's great." He said and you narrowed your eyes at him, playfully.
"I'm not showing you what I wrote for your song, if you read it." You threatened and his eyes widened.
"Is that blackmail? Y/N, I do not take well to threats." He chuckled and you shrugged.
"Your choice." You smirked.
He thought about it for a minute, his tongue poking out of his mouth to swipe over his bottom lip before his smirk appeared again.
"I'll get the piece of paper off of you later." He answered, proudly and you headed to the bin, ready to tear up the piece of paper.
You had actually taken a picture of your work, just in case Niall lost it, so you could tear the paper up and it wouldn't matter.
"You wouldn't." He gasped and you shrugged.
"Why don't you try me and we'll see?" You challenged and he bit his bottom lip nervously.
"I know you wouldn't." He chuckled, lightly and you ripped a corner of the paper, his eyes widening.
"Okay, okay! You win, I won't read any more of it." He said quickly, standing up and rushing over to you.
He wrapped his arms around you, letting go of his phone.
"I'm sorry baby, I won't read it." He stated and you began to laugh as he looked at you confused.
"Got you. I have a copy of the paper on my phone, I took a picture of it in case you loose it." You laughed and his mouth opened in shock, before the familiar smirk appeared again.
"You little minx, I can't believe you would let me believe you were about to tear up my inspiration." He laughed, placing his hands on your sides as you began to laugh uncontrollably before he took the piece of paper from your hands.
"Say your sorry." He demanded, playfully, continuing to tickle you as your back hit the bed and you fell onto it.
"I'm sorry." You said and he let go of you, with a smile.
"I'm not sorry." You mumbled as he raised an eyebrow at you.
"Do you want to play that game? Because we can go there, I don't get tired of tickling you." He warned and you shook your head.
"No! Please, I'm sorry." You pleaded and he stopped, looking at you intently.
"Okay, I won't be mean to you, but it's because I love you, not because you don't deserve it." He chuckled and you sighed in relief, before sitting up as he began to read over what you had written.
"This is really good baby, thank you." He said seriously, leaning over to kiss your forehead, gratefully.
"It's okay, are you going to use it?" You asked and he grinned up at you.
"I am princess, but I also have another inspiration in mind." He chuckled and you shook your head at him.
"Niall Horan, your not seriously going to write about my fan fictions are you?" You questioned and he shook his head.
"Not about you writing them, but it looks like I'm going to have to read your book, to write about that." He laughed, cheekily.
"I could easily delete the photo I took you know." You huffed, jokingly and he smiled, leaning over to pepper your forehead in kisses.
"I do know that, but I have the piece of paper now." He laughed, standing up and running out of the room and towards his music room.
You groaned, wondering how his new song would turn out, but you just hoped it wouldn't make the album because you didn't want a song about your fan fiction known to the whole world.
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I hope you guys liked this one and if anyone wants a non-personal request, please inbox me instead of commenting because I don't always see them and I'd need a scenario <3
Lots of Love,
Lauren xx
