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19. Imagine- Teri & Niall

You sit silently in your lonesome booth, tapping your foot softly to the beat of the music. The lights are low, and the mass of bodies sway amorously in synchronized movements to the bass.

You sigh and take a sip of your drink, scanning the room. The screaming girls will be here any minute—once the news comes around that Niall Horan and the rest of One Direction are at the club. But, for now, Niall has peeked out from behind the curtains of the stage, and his piercing blue eyes meet yours with an otherworldly intensity.

Your breath catches in your throat; a feeling that should have passed long ago creeps into your stomach. It always happens this way when Niall is around—he has this unfathomable power over everything you do. And at just this moment, he’s making your legs propel you from your seat. Your feet move almost involuntarily across the floorboards. You simply can’t wait any longer.

You settle in a corner of the room a little distance away from the stage and glance around subtly. His gaze lingers on your face, burning a hole through the side of your head. Your heart beats rapidly like the wings of a hummingbird, and you bite your lip, slowly—Niall’s always told you that your lip biting drives him off the edge. And off the edge is exactly where you need him to be.

You slot your tongue between your lips, faintly beckoning him with one hand. That’s the sign. You don’t wait to see if he’s seen—you know it already. Turning on your heel, you promptly strut for the door, the screeches of wild fan girls echoing across the parking lot. Though, you know they’ll head straight for the back entrance. You slip out into the cool night, the music from the club pounding through your chest, and duck your head down, walking briskly around the corner of the building and down the single-lit alleyway.

He’s there, leaning jauntily against the brick wall, his hands clasped patiently behind his back. His head’s down, but you can see that tender grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He turns to face you as you close the distance, and presses you up against the brick wall. Your smiles are goofy and carefree and the look in your eyes screams some sort of love, whatever that may be. “Missed you, Teri,” he murmurs breathily against your cheek.

You breathe in his scent—detergent and sweet-smelling mousse and a musky, amber cologne—and nod, closing your eyes. “Niall…you have no idea…”

It’s silent for a moment, and then you feel his lips against yours, just a delicate graze of the skin. Your bottom lip is enveloped in his, as his fingers glide down your arm, sending chilled goosebumps along your exposed skin. He pulls away gently, beaming, remaining close enough that the tips of your noses brush against each other. “Niall,” you whisper, looking down warily.

“Hmm?” he hums, twirling a strand of your tresses in his finger.

“You love me…right?”

He glances down at you, almost confused by the question. Then he laughs, and pulls you closer. “I breathe for you, love.”

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