Niall left for work early this morning, and I decided to stay in bed a little longer. I get up at noon and make lunch for myself, pizza rolls. I watch Supernatural as I eat them, and then shut the TV. I do the little cleaning that was needed, and then go into our room and grab my absolute favorite book, Catching Fire. I head back downstairs and start to read it, when Niall comes through the door.
"Hey Ni, I thought you were gonna be at the studio longer," I say.
"I went in earlier to get everything done. Whatcha doin?"
"Just reading," I reply.
"I'll join you," he says.
"Are you sure? I know you don't like reading much."
"It'll be fun, plus, there's nothing else to do."
He grabs my other, original version of Catching Fire. I have two copies of it because my first one for worn and started falling apart at the seams, literally, so I got hardcover too.
After about ten minutes of us sitting in silence, reading, Niall begins to get fidgety. He starts to squirm on the other end of the couch.
"Ni," I say, causing him to look at me, "You good?"
"No, this is boring," he sighs. "How do you not get bored?"
"You just have to get lost in another world and the book flies by," I reply.
"I'd rather do something more fun like play guitar, eat, cuddle, or make a baby," he says.
You giggle at the last one, "Niall, we're not making a baby right now, but we can cuddle."
"Great, let's go," he states, grabbing me by my wrist and trying to drag me to the bed.
"Niall, if we cuddle in bed then we're going to end up making a baby anyways," I say laughing.
He ponders for a moment, "I don't see any problem with that."
"Here," I say, directing him over to the couch. I lightly push his on his chest so he's on the couch, sitting up only slightly, confusion written on his features. Then, I run to the kitchen quickly to grab Oreos and milk as a snack for us. I come back and his eyes light up when he sees what I'm holding.
I grab my book and a blanket and settle between his legs, resting against his chest. I open my book again and start reading. I can tell he's reading along with me, while munching on a cookie. He wraps his arms around my waist and says, "I don't know how you do it, but you're able to make everything better."
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Hey guys! I know this one is short compared to my others, but I'm going to my grandparents farm tomorrow and I wanted to write this now before I forgot(it's 11:23 PM). I have lots of ideas stored up so stay tuned! Also, I'm really excited for a two part story I'll be posting soon! Don't forget to vote and comment any ideas. Love you all and thank you!!!
~Molly~
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Niall Horan Imagines
ספרות חובביםSeems like some good writers are stopping their imagines, so I decided to write some! Obviously about Niall, hope you enjoy! (I also don't make very many grammar errors)
