Niall Horan Imagines❤ Part 2

Winter Cabin - Part 1

"Do you think it's possible to love someone so much you can't even breathe?"

AU in which you and Niall get snowed in and fall in love at 2 am.

It wasn't meant to be this way. It wasn't meant to be just you and Niall, locked away in his cabin for the week. It was meant to be a group getaway, but mother nature was a fickle bitch, and she had thwarted your plans. Niall had asked you to go on up ahead with him to open the cabin, turn on the heat and crank on the water. Not wanting him to make the trip alone, you'd joined him.

It started decently enough, floating around the hardwood floors with something close to wonder on your face. With floor to ceiling windows in the living room, it felt as if you could reach out and touch the snow covered pines that were just before you. The fire on the back wall hissed, heat puffing through the room and licking the back off your ankles almost affectionately.

"Kitchen's through 'ere," he muttered, waving you to follow him.

As hard as it was, you pulled yourself away from the window and followed the echoing of his footsteps. The floor plan was open, something you admired about the cabin. It somehow made the place seem bigger— not that it was small by any means. Lighter, more open, perhaps. With the stainless steel appliances and cozy breakfast nook, you shot Niall a grin.

"No wonder you've kept us all away. We'd never leave."

He chuckled, shaking his head and backing himself up into the counter. "You've not even seen the bedrooms yet."

"Oh?" A blush, that had no business being there, sprouted over your cheeks.

He grinned at you, a cocky smirk crossing those pink lips. "Mmmhmm. Follow me."

He waved you on again and you followed in his wake, steps creaking over the wood. He moved down a long hallway, hooking to the left and up the stairs. The hall was small but was equipped with three bedroom doors. With a silent wave, he gestured you to explore.

The first room was simple enough. Large bed, chest, table and large windows, it painted a very pretty picture of the cabin in the woods. The next room was grander, the top of the bed covered in thin white linen that hung down the sides carelessly, but added a sensuality to the room that the other lacked. There was a small balcony with large double doors that beckoned you to visit. It would be wonderful to sleep with the doors cracked tonight, you thought, letting the fresh mountain air in.

"You can sleep in here," he said from behind you, his breath stirring the hair at the nape of your neck. "I figured you'd like the bed."

"Oh, oh. Okay."

"Want to see my room?" His blue eyes were wide and maybe the slightest bit mischievous in the dim hallway.

"Sure."

He opened the last door and beamed at you. "My castle."

Castle, it was. The bed was twice the size of the others in a deep mahogany. The bedspread was a pristine white, matching the snow outside. You moved about the bed, staring down at the red sheets that screamed out at you. Niall was not overly sensual, and the thought of his pale skin against those red sheets had you blushing for an entirely different reason.

The door off to the side led to a bathroom that had you nearly weeping in relief. The dark stone tub that sat in the corner coaxed you to come closer and to have a soak, warm up your cold muscles and relax.

"Grand, isn't it? Love having a soak at night before bed." Again, his voice was too close to your ear and you skirted him, leaving the bathroom and back into the kitchen where the ground was more neutral.

"This place is amazing. What time are the other's meant to be here?"

He checked his phone, thumb moving over the screen as he paged through his texts. He read for a while and whatever news he received had not been pleasant.

"They aren't. It's snowing back home. Looks like it's going to reach us now," he murmured.

He brushed past you and back into the living room to the large window that took up the far wall. He should have looked small against such a large window, but he was all you saw. Hands tucked in his pockets, rounded shoulders and a strong back, Niall seemed to eat up another wise large space. When the flakes began to fall, he sighed. They had called for snow, but it wasn't supposed to come until later in the night, close to early morning.

"It's just us then?" you squeaked, thinking back to the intimate bedrooms that lingered just up the stairs.

"Looks like. We can head out in the morning if this blows over." He turned and faced you, a lop sided grin over his face. "Until then, we're in for the night. Any ideas?"

Any ideas? Any ideas? You were full of ideas. Clad in his dark maroon jumper and dark jeans, he looked so warm and so inviting.

"Why don't we pop in a movie?" he asked instead and shutting down the images of you both curled on the couch under a heavy blanket.

"Sure," you sighed in defeat. "Why not?"

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I LOVE THIS IMAGINE SO FUCKING MUCH I CAN'T EVEN!! S/O TO drizzlefromtheblock. IT'S HER AMAZING IMAGINE.

IF YOU WANT A SECOND PART, PLEASE VOTE FOR THIS PART AND THE NEXT PART WILL BE UP THE FASTER YOU VOTE. I PROMISE YOU THIS IMAGINE IS EMOTIONAL AF IN THE ENDING LIKE THIS IMAGINE IS MY RELIGION !

It's currently raining hard AF but I'm loving it :)

Thanks for reading and voting.

- J x