Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine for Livy!

**As requested, this imagine does contain some dirty stuff. Just thought I’d give a little warning in case there’s anyone out there that might be uncomfortable with that!**

After fumbling with the key in his sweaty hand, Niall was finally able to unlock the door and stumble into your shared house. There were hardly any lights on, but he was thankful for that. He pushed the door shut behind him and ripped his shoes off of his feet. He felt hot and sticky all over, and he wanted nothing more than to rid himself of his clothes. He was in the midst of sloppily unbuttoning his shirt when you appeared. With your arms crossed over your chest, you glared at him with raised eyebrows. He paused and a nervous grin spread across his face. “Did I wake you up? Sorry,” He mumbled before proceeding to shrug his shirt off.

“No, I stayed up waiting for you,” You said flatly. “Niall, on a scale of one to ten, how drunk are you right now?” You asked and he laughed. He was breathing heavily, for no apparent reason. His forehead was dotted with sweat, and the fringe of his hair was also damp with sweat. He struggled with the button on his jeans, groaning in frustration until he finally grew impatient and just tugged at the jeans until they ripped open. He quickly stepped out of his jeans and sighed as the air hit his exposed body. He’d been captive in those tight clothes all night, and he was relieved to finally be free.

Niall seemed to have taken your question as a joke, seeing as he hadn’t yet provided you with an answer. However, you weren’t kidding at all. In fact, you were somewhat irritated. This was the first time he’d been out all night without even calling you to tell you where he was. You had no idea that he had plans to hit the bar that night. You wouldn’t have been up worrying about him all night if you’d have known where he was. “Answer my question,” You barked and he put his hands up defensively.

“I’d say like a three,” He answered. He took a step forward and nearly tripped over his pile of clothes on his way to the bedroom. He giggled and looked to you, expecting you to laugh with him. When you didn’t even crack a smile, he quickly cleared his throat and swiped the grin from his face. “Are you mad at me?” He asked in a whispered tone, as if he was afraid of your answer.

You let your arms fall to your sides as you said, “Niall, you could have at least called me. I had no clue where you were, I was worried about you. I was expecting you to be home at five o’clock, and here you are, six hours later.”

He was quiet, feeling bad about the whole situation. With a frown on his face, he muttered, “Sorry, baby.” Niall never wanted you to lose sleep because you were up worrying about him.

“Hey,” You said, forcing him to look up at you with sad eyes. He swallowed hard and pouted at you, knowing that’s all he’d have to do before you’d cave. A tiny smile tugged at your lips and you said, “It’s okay. Just call me next time.”

Niall gave you a toothy grin and motioned for you to come to him, so you did. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him. You looked up at him and he pecked your lips. But that quick little peck soon escalated to a full make-out session, in which Niall’s fingers were dancing along your skin as you locked your hands behind his neck and pulled him down to meet your lips. He caught your bottom lip between his teeth and gave it a tug, growling into your mouth. Without warning, he grabbed your bum and lifted you into his arms. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, expecting him to carry you to the bedroom.