Niall Horan Imagines

I'm Not That Kind of Girl...

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"Oh you look hot!" Mary eyed my outfit. Approving my outfit choice.

I wore a black bodycon dress, maroon pumps and a clutch to match.

"Why thank you. You don't look so bad yourself." I replied as I sent a wink her way

She giggled as we both headed out to have some much deserved fun.

As we arrived at the club the smell of sweat and liquor filled my system. Groups of people talking and dancing everywhere.

"I'm going to go get us drinks." I yelled over the music

Mary nodded as she made her way to the dance floor.

"Two martini's please!" I spoke to the bartender as he nodded with a smile.

I turned around to take in my surroundings. People having the time of their lives, talking, drinking and swinging to the beat of the music.

I closed my eyes for a second as I let the bass engulf my whole body making me move slightly from side to side, enjoying the rhythm.

"You come 'ere alone?" an Irish accent broke the spell that the banging music had casted 

I turned around and was met with bright blue eyes hidden behind circular frames.

"Really?" His slight smirk soon disappeared, "that's your pick up line? I believe you can do so much better, come on, hit me with your best one!" I urged the blonde

His gaze fell to floor for a moment as he thought of what to say next, "did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" He shrugged his shoulders as the playful smirk returned to his perfect pink lips.

I couldn't help the chuckle that managed to escape as I nodded in contempt. "There you go. Now you got my attention!"

"My names Niall" He held his hand out

I slipped my hand into his as I gave a firm shake, I couldn't deny the fire that ignited as soon as our skin came into contact. "Nice to meet you Niall!"

"And what might your name be?" he leaned foward, wanting to make sure he heard correctly

"Not yet." He gave a confused grin but accepted my answer nonetheless.

"Well mysterious lady, you wanna dance?" He stepped back as he bowed, extending his hand, like a true prince, awaiting my acceptance.

"I would love to."

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Song after song, we never stopped. Our bodies fit perfectly together. His hands were placed delicately on the small of my back as my left hand was placed on his shoulder.

We swayed effortlessly to Angela by The Lumineers, his soft whispers against my ear caused goosebumps to appear on my skin.

"What if we head back to my place?" He pulls back as he searches my eyes for an answer.

A slight grin appears on my face, he sure had me fooled.

"I'm sorry but I'm not that kind of girl and apparently I was wrong about you too." I detangled our fingers as I left him dumbfounded in the middle of the dance floor.

"Wait! What just happened?" He ran after me, stopping me in my tracks by taking a hold of my wrist.

"You tell me? I'm sorry if I was a waste of your time but I'm not the kind to hook up after a couple of hours of meeting!"

"That's not what I meant at all, I'm sorry. I was just wondering if you would come by so we could talk some more." A slight blush appeared on his pale cheeks as a cute little giggle surpassed his lips.

"Oh." I felt the red crawl all over my skin as a wave of embarrassment washed over me, "If you would still like to, I would love to stop by a while longer." My gaze met his and I swear if I didn't look away my knees were sure to give in.

"Shall we then!" His warm smile sent shivers down my spine. 

I nodded in agreement as we stepped out of the club.

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N I A L L

I watched as she cackled at another one of my corney jokes.

"That one is my favorite by far!" She spoke in between giggles. I never thought I would ever love a sound as much as I do her laugh. 

"Yeah, I get that a lot." I joked

"Oh, do you now?" She raised an eyebrow as we both turned into a fit of giggles

"I should go. Its getting pretty late." I watched as she stood up from the couch. Retrieving her heels from the floor and her wallet front the coffee table. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Niall." She reached out for my hand.

"As you...?" I questioned waiting for her name to be spoken.

"(YN), my name is (YN)." She smiled

I love it. My subconscious spoke. He was right though, it fit her perfectly.

"It was a pleasure to meet you too, (YN)" I loved the feeling it left as it rolled off my tongue.

"Ill see you around." She waved goodbye, as we both questioned whether or not we would meet again.