Niall Horan Imagines

Slutty Cousin

"Hey, Y/N, bring me a glass of water?" Becca, your cousin, asked while you were checking social media.

"Get it yourself, lazy bitch!" You whisepered the last part, rolling your eyes. She huffed, getting up and making her way to the kitchen. Your boyfriend, Niall, walked in, watching her walk away. He gave you an amused look.

"I thought Bikinis are for beaches." He chuckled, taking a seat beside you.

"Not anymore." You giggled as he slipped his arm around your waist, tickling your side.

"Then why aren't you wearing one? I'd like you to spend a day in a bikini." He smirked, trailing his fingers down to your thighs.

"You will get what you want, Horan." You leaned your head on his chest. "But after she's gone!"

Your cousin was over at your place for a whole week, basically making herself at home, even bringing guys sometimes, which angered Niall more than it angered you. However, for your family's sake, you and your boyfriend were obliged to treat her nicely and politely.

"Hey Niall!" Your eyes widened as she winked at Niall, sitting next to him. He squeezed your waist, leaning in and whispering in your ears.

"Just two more days!"

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I can't stop listening to Stockholm Syndrome, Holy shit