"You're so pretty," Niall smiles, looking up at you as his head lays on your lap.
"Shut up," you laugh, smushing your hand in his face playfully.
"What? It's true!"
"No it's not," you mumble, looking to the TV.
Niall sits up next to you on the big couch, elbows on his knees, chin resting in his hands.
"Niall, stop looking at me."
"Why?"
"Just stop."
He continues to stare as you shift uncomfortably.
Then he laughs and looks away. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"
You scrunch your eyes. "Excuse me?"
He lays his head on your shoulder. "How can you not see how beautiful you are, (y/n)? Nobody.. nobody compares to you..."
You blush, and peck his cheek. "Thank you, Niall."
He grins and kisses your nose. "I only speak the truth."
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Imagines (from my Instagram)
FanfictionSome of these used to be personal imagines that I have edited to be "Normal imagines" and I added titles to them as well. Imagines from my Instagram (@horanbuttkisser)