Lots of Niall Horan Imagines and Preferences in one book.
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Nialls point of view:
I really did feel bad for being so annoying towards Annika with the rag outside of the caravan. I didn't mean it in a bad way, I was only... What was I doing? Was I flirting? No, i wasn't! No, I couldn't possibly flirt with my best friend. I didn't see her in that way, I don't think I do anyway...
Your point of view: I walk in to the kitchen area of the caravan to find Niall stood in front of the oven in a world of his own.
"Niall?" I questioned, but only to not get a reply.
"Earth to Niall... Are you there?" I came up to his face.
Niall jumped and turned to me with very red cheeks.
"Hey, sorry." Niall gave me a nervous chuckle.
"It's fine. I thought you were in another planet then!" I laughed, but didn't really get it back from Niall.
"Yeah?" Niall mumbled. "Erm, dinner is nearly ready. You can go sit in the lounge and I'll bring everything through"
"Oh, okay." I sighed and walked in to the lounge.
I wonder why Niall was being like that? We haven't had an awkward moment? Maybe he was thinking about something? Maybe he was thinking about me... Nope, that would never happen! He told me he doesn't want to have a girlfriend because his last one treated him so badly...
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About a couple of days later, me and Niall thought it was a good idea to go clubbing in a club at Belgium. There was this one place that Niall and his other mates were going to and he wanted to go with them. I agreed and he said that I was more than welcome to tag along and he said that his friends would be happy to have some more company.
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Once I had got dressed in to my short clubbing dress (PICTURE RIGHT HERE!!)
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I then went from the bedroom, to the living area where Niall was. He was on his phone and when I cleared my throat, he look up at me and his mouth was wide open in shock.
"Do I really look that bad?" I asked him.
"No, course not. - you look beautiful." Niall was lost for words and this didn't happen normally.
I gasped in pure shock. I never excepted to hear those words come out of Niall's mouth about me. About ME!!
My cheeks went bright red shade, just like a tomato! Not one of my finest looks, I have to say.
"Thanks." I looked down at the floor.
"Anyway," Niall cleared his throat. "Let's get this show on the road!" Niall chuckled awkwardly and then set off towards the door and went in to the car, waiting for me to follow behind him.
Tonight could be a very long night...
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WHEN YOU AND NIALLER-KINS ARE AT THE CLUB WITH HIS FRIENDS:
Nialler babes point of view:
We have been in the club for around an hour now. I was lucky enough to be able to get us a private VIP area because otherwise it would be a massive crush and I knew that that wouldn't be such a great idea.
We all sat around a coffee table around the VIP area. I was sat next to Annika, my arm around the top back bit of the chair which was near enough around her. Nobody mentioned anything to do with it, but I saw a couple of the lads looking and hinting at something.
I'm not entirely sure of how I feel towards her, but what I do know is that the dress she is wearing tonight is making her look absolutely fabulous and stunning tonight.
After a while of me and the lads talking, Annika spoke up.
"I'm going off to the bar to grab another drink." She said.
"Alright, dya want me to come along with you?" I questioned, just to make sure she was ok to go by herself.
"No, I'll be fine nialler." She replied and off she went to go get herself another drink.
After she went, the lads started to make sly digs and jokes about what she was wearing and I wasn't going to have any of that.
"Have you seen that dress?" One said.
"She's such a slut!" Another one piped in.
"I cant believe she is going on the pull in that?" Someone else commented.
That was it, I had lost it completely after that.
"Will you twats give it a rest?!?" I slammed my empty glass on to the small coffee table in front of us and stood up. Everyone round us, turned around to face me to see what the banging and the raising of voices were about. "There's nothing wrong with what she is wearing. She looks perfectly fine."
I walked away before I had the chance to explode even more. I don't know what got me so angry that they were saying shit about her dress and what she looked like, but I felt the need to protect her.
She's my Princ... No, she's not! What is happening to me?
Annika's point of view: I heard someone's ragged breath come from behind me and I turned around to see it was Niall. He looked really angry.
"Hey, what's up?" I questioned.
"Nothing. But we're going back." Niall instructed me and said through the grit of his teeth.
"C'mon!" Niall demanded and put his arm around my waist as he led us out of the bar.
I chose to let go of the fact that he was angry over something. Maybe the lads were teasing him.
We made our way back to the caravan and went to bed straight away.
