Niall Horan Imagines

*Your P.O.V*

"NIALL!" I shrieked, laughter spilling from my lips as he lifted me over his shoulder. He carried me out of the living room, down the hallway and straight out the backdoor in his bare feet. Then suddenly, my stomach flipped as I realised he was heading for the pool. "No, Niall, please. No!" I begged, but it was too late. All I could do was take a deep breath as he jumped in, keeping his arm around my legs with my body slung over his shoulder.

We landed in the water with a huge splash. As I came back up to the surface, I burst into a fit of laughter. His hair was all flat against his forehead because it was wet. He dipped his head into the water and flicked it back up, shaking his hair with his hands. I had to say, he did look pretty hot with his white t-shirt clinging to his abs. Wow, I had a pretty good looking best friend.

He laughed at me cheekily, showing no signs of guilt for what he had done. "I hate you." I joked, splashing water in his face.

"I hate you too." He teased, flicking it back. I stuck my tongue out at him and lifted my legs, letting my body float on the surface of the water. I laid there for a few seconds before I felt two hands grab my waist and I was pulled under the water. Niall quickly swam to the side of the pool, with me under his arm before lifting my up onto the edge, leaving my legs to dangle in the water.

"You idiot, why'd you do that?" I spluttered, trying to conceal my smile... and failing. He stood below me in the water, giving me that little grin he always did. Droplets dripped from his arms as he lifted them and placed his hands on my waist, moving his body between my legs. I instinctively leaned down and wrapped my hands around his neck, my fingertips tracing patterns into his skin. "What?" I asked, as he stated straight into my eyes and just smiled at me.

"You're just so gorgeous." he said, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

"No, I'm not." I laughed.

"Yes, you are. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He said, his smile fading as a serious expression replaced his features. I slid into the water and hugged him, burying my face in his neck. His arms tightened around me, his fingers tracing patterns down my ribs. "Can I ask you something?" Niall suddenly asked.

"Yeah." I told him, not moving from my comforting position. I felt his chest rise and fall against mine as he took a deep breath.

"How do you feel about me?" He almost whispered. My eyes snapped open and I pulled away from our hug.

"I-I, um..." I stuttered, not knowing what to say.

"Forget it, it was stupid of me to even ask." He mumbled, hurt in his blue eyes as he turned and began to lift himself out of the pool. He climbed onto the edge and walked towards the house, flicking his hands free of water. I sighed, feeling terrible. It wasn't that I didn't feel anything for Niall, he just caught me off guard. I mean, why wouldn't I have feelings for him? He's gorgeous, he cares about me, he treats me like a princess, he tells me I'm beautiful and he makes me smile when I'm sad. He's amazing.

Why didn't I just tell him right there and then that I was in love with him? I mean, what was stopping me now? Nothing. I climbed out of the pool and began to walk towards the house. I looked everywhere downstairs, and didn't find him, so I tried upstairs. As I walked into the bedroom, he was just about to leave, his wet clothes in his hands while he stood there in clean sweats. "Nia-"

"It's fine, honestly, just forget it."

"Ni-"

"Seriously, forget it ever happened."

"FOR GOD'S SAKE! NIALL!" I yelled, grabbing his face and crashing my lips against his. I heard his clothes hit the ground as he dropped them and pulled me into his arms, pressing his bare chest against mine through my soaked shirt. My hands roamed his damp hair as he began to walk backwards, leading me into the bedroom, while his lips never left mine. With my eyes closed, I let him lead the way. Suddenly, I heard a little thud and then Niall fell, pulling me with him. I felt the bounciness of his bed catch us, breaking our fall.

It was then that he detached his lips from mine. "So?" he asked. I knew he was referring to the question he asked me in the pool.

"In answer to your question, I feel very strongly about you. I guess you could say I'm pretty much in love with you." I smiled. A huge grin spread across his face.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really." I chuckled, kissing his nose.

"Yesssss!" He hissed, causing me to giggle. He rolled over, pulling me underneath him. He kissed every little part of my face quickly, making me laugh uncontrollably.

"Niall!" I squealed, wriggling around underneath him. He finally reached my lips and let the kiss linger, as I gently placed my hand on the back of his head, burying my fingers in his hair.

"I love you." he whispered against my lips, making me smile.

"I love you." I breathed, unable to form the words any louder. He kissed my jaw. "Mark me, Niall." I sighed, my chest rising and falling quickly. His lips brushed against my skin as he moved down to my neck. Suddenly, as I tilted my head back, I felt his teeth gently nibble my skin before soothing it with his tongue. As he pulled away, I reach up and felt the love bite, heat radiating from where Niall's lips had once been. "You see that?" I said, pointing to the mark as he watched intently. I lifted my head up and moved my lips to his ear. "That means I'm yours now."