My Imagines Go In One Direction

Hey guys I'm going to start doing some one shots so could you please leave your name, the 1d boy you would like, hair colour, eye colour and age thanks Taylor and if you could please favourite and like!


14. Niall for Annaliese

I ran past the busy people in the lobby and hurried to the elevator. I checked the time on my watch, only to find out that I was ten minutes late. Again.


I waited impatiently for the elevator to arrive, pressing the button several times, willing it to come down. When it finally came, I bustled in and pressed the button to close the doors.

"Hold that elevator!" An Irish accent yelled.

I could've just pretended I didn't hear him and close the doors, but no. I was just that nice a person. So being the thoughtful person that I was, I held the elevator for him. The doors slid back to reveal a boy who looked like he was around my age with striking blue eyes and artfully tousled blonde hair. As he got inside he gave me a small smile, which I did not return.

I checked my watch again. 15 minutes late. Shit.

"Are you late for something?" He gave me a questioning look, his accent ringing in my ears.

"Yeah. I kinda work here." I said with a shrug.

"Ahhh." He said as a look of comprehension spread across his face.

The elevator seemed to be taking its time. I tapped my foot impatiently as I waited for it to reach my designated floor.

I checked my watch again. 20 minutes late. Crap.

But at least things can't get any worse, right?


Just as I thought the worst had happened, the ascending elevator began to slowly stop. The lights began blinking until the metal box came to a complete halt.

"Shit." I swore under my breath.

I made a move to retrieve my phone from my back pocket to call someone, only to find that I had left it at home.

“Have you got a phone on you?” I asked Blue Eyes.

He felt around in his pockets and said “I think I left it in the car or something.”

Great. My boss is going to kill me, I thought to myself.

"I guess we'll just have to wait it out." Blue Eyes said.

"Yeah, I guess." I said as I sat down, Indian style.

As silence began to fall upon us, I started to think of what my boss would think when I finally got out of here. I managed to think of about twenty scenarios, all of which did not end well.

This is just fucking peachy. I’m going to get fired and I’ve worked my butt off just to get to where I am. I let out a sigh as the frustrations started building up on me.

I’m gonna have to go down on both knees just to try let Stella not give me the boot. It had taken a fair amount of hard work and an even fairer amount of luck to get her to hire me.

And the worst part is that all of this is entirely my fault.

If I could’ve just woken up a bit earlier and hurried the fuck up, I wouldn’t be worrying about getting sacked. But no, I just had to be a fucking lazy ass that slept too late and never woke up early. And now I’m sitting in this metal death trap and who knows how long we’re going to have to --

"Let's play a game." Blue Eyes said, interrupting my thoughts.


“Let’s play a game.” He repeated. “You know, to pass the time.”

I frowned at him. What? “We’re stuck in a fucking elevator. Why would that make you want to play a stupid game?” I said, the annoyance clear in my tone of voice.

A small frown creased his adorable features. "Jeez. No need to get mad."

The look on his face instantly made me regret being so short with him.

"Sorry. I didn't mean it that way... It's just that... I'm really late... And my boss... I was just pissed off... And this stupid elevator... I'm sorry." I stuttered, looking down at my feet.

He offered me a small, understanding smile.

"It's okay." he said with a shrug. This time, I gave him a smile.

Silence once again. I decided to break it this time. "So, what game did you have in mind?" I asked tentatively.

"Hmmm. I dunno. 20 questions?"

"Okay, I'll go first." I tapped my chin with my index finger as I thought of a good question to ask. But my mind was completely blank so I decided to ask a basic one.


"Niall ." He said with that amazing smile of his. "Yours?"

"Annaliese." I said without hesitation. After a moment's thought, I asked him another question. "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm in a band." He said with pride. I raised my eyebrows in question. He nodded in response to my questioning look.

"What about you?" he asked me in return.

"I'm a broadcaster. This is where I work." I said with a smile.

"That's so cool!" he said with obvious enthusiasm.

"Yeah, I guess." I said with a shrug.


"What?" he said, a bit confused.

"Can you sing me something?" I asked hopeful.

"Uhhh... I'm not really that good." he said while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, come on. I bet you're just shy." I said, playfully poking his arm. He laughed and I swear, my heart skipped a beat. I continued to poke his arm until he finally gave in.

"Okay, okay." He said. He sucked in a breath and began to sing a beautiful melody.

This night is sparkling
Don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck
Blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

I stared at him with my mouth wide open. He had the most angelic voice I had ever heard. But I quickly composed myself and said "Hmmm... good, but I've heard better." I said jokingly.

He laughed and said "I bet you have."

"But seriously Niall." I told him seriously, "You have an amazing voice."

I looked at him and his beautiful blue eyes met my brown ones and in that moment, I was completely mesmerized as I took in every feature of his face.

"Funny. I've always had a thing for green eyes." He chuckled.

"And I've always had a thing for blue ones." I blurted out before even thinking. I looked down and fiddled with my fingers as a blush slowly crept unto my cheeks.

"My turn!" He suddenly announced loudly.

He then proceeded to ask me about random, stupid questions like "What did you have for breakfast?" or "Do you like cats?"

We were soon deep in conversation about the stupidest things, no longer taking turns. We were just speaking anything that came to mind. We were so into the topic that we both forgot that we were stuck inside a metal death trap and that no one knew where we were. The worries of never escaping this elevator or thoughts of my boss had completely slipped my mind. I was way too busy enjoying Niall's company.

"Are you serious?!" I said as we finished laughing our heads off. He had just told me about his band mates and all the trouble they've been involved in. And, I must say, they have to be the most mischievous people I've ever heard of.

"Yes, I am completely serious!" He said in between fits of laughter. His laughter was so contagious, I couldn't help but laugh with him.

Our laughter was interrupted by the continuous blinking of the elevator's light. It started going up again and we both breathed a sigh of relief.

Niall stood up and held his hand out to me, which I gratefully took. The elevator dinged to signal that we had arrived at Niall's floor.

"Well, I guess I'll see ya around, Annaliese." He said as he started walking.

"Yeah, I guess. Bye, Niall." I said and gave him a small wave.

The elevator doors closed and I was, once again, in complete solitude. I replayed the song Niall sang to me moments ago and subconsciously, I found myself singing the lyrics over and over until I was face to face with my boss, Stella.

"Where in the world have you been?!" She half-yelled. She was clearly angry. Okay, scratch that. She was very angry.

"It's not my fault, I swear! The elevator got stuck and I didn't know what to do! I didn't bring my phone with me and -"

"That elevator again?! We have got to get that thing fixed." she interrupted my reasoning. She didn't seem mad anymore, though. (Thank God!)

"Just get to work. You're supposed to be interviewing a British-Irish boy band today. One Direction or something." She said as she handed me a few papers. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go on!"

"Okay..." I said rather skeptical. I was almost completely sure I was gonna get fired for being late again. I didn't question it though, I was very happy I still had my job.

I walked in to the studio to find five very handsome boys talking casually to one another. One of which had striking blue eyes and artfully tousled blonde hair.

His face lit up when he saw me. "Well, hello again, Annaliese."

My jaw dropped to the floor. "You're the boy band I'm interviewing?" I asked.

"Looks like it." He shrugged.

Well one thing's for sure. This is going to be a very interesting interview.

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