Niall Horan Imagines and Preferences

"I've Got You"

In the crowded room of people with banging music that made your bones rattle inside your skin. You found both of his arms around your torso as he led you through the crowd from behind you. How fingers dancing under your shirt and the burning skin from his touch. His lips lingering onto your shoulder, whispering sweet nothings but nothing could be heard aside from the music, and drunks screaming at the top of their lungs. 

With beer rolling down the chin, getting caught in their beards but none seemed to care. Men hooted and whistled as you and Niall walked down the walkway to reach the back table where all of his friends were. Immediately tensing into his front side, sinking into him deeper. 

"Don't worry baby, I've got you." And he was true to his word, he didn't let you go throughout the entire night.