Niall One-Shots

Bunch of Niall One-Shots! Exerpt: “Niall let’s get out now. I’m tired.” I murmur in his ear once more.
“No, you’re jealous.” He whispers back. “And I like it.”
“You’re gonna pay.” I mumble, but he doesn’t hear me as yet another girl comes squawking questions to him and asking for a hug.
“Hey Niall isn’t she Harry’s girl?” One of them suddenly exclaims, pointing me. Niall’s smile briefly drops, but then he’s grinning again, coming over to me.
“No, she’s my girlfriend.” Niall presses, before kissing me in front of everyone. Whoa there. Niall smiles on my lips as he hears the awws the girls make. He pulls back. “She and Harry are just very good friends, right Sophie?”
“Right.” I nod, rolling my eyes. “Friends with benefits.” I seethe in his ear. He takes absolutely no notice of my comment, pursuing with his hugging session.


3. Nice Changes

For the last three years, Niall and I had agreed to spend either Christmas or New Year’s Eve with Niall’s family up in Ireland. This year turned out to be New Year’s Eve since last year was Christmas.

“So how did you like the flight Eliot?” Niall asks our son as we drive by Ireland’s very lush roadside.

“T’was long,” he mumbles, sighing dramatically as he looks out the window.

“We told you you should’ve had slept a little,” I say, hands resting on the small bump of my stomach. “Ça l’aurait été beaucoup moins long[1].”

“But I wasn’t tired!” he denies before yawning loudly.

“Are you tired now?” His father chuckles, looking at him in the rear view mirror.

“No. Of course not. I’m never tired.”

Niall turns to me, rolling his eyes.

“He’s going to be so jetlagged for New Year’s Eve tomorrow,” the blonde declares softly to me.

“Do you think cousin Theo will play with me?” our 5-year-old boy continues, still glancing tiredly out the window.

“Of course he will. He played with you last Christmas, did he not?” I reason.

“Yes but he’s in grade 2! The grade 2 students at my school don’t play with me,” Eliot whines, yawning once more.

“I promise you Theo will play with you,” Niall reassures. “You two could even build a snowman outside!”

“There’s not a lot of snow here compared to home,” our boy whines again. “It’s going to be a mudman with grass and all,” he mumbles.

I chuckle and shake my head. He dozes off barely two minutes later.

“He’s right you know,” I agree softly. 

“Of course he’s right,” Niall rolls his eyes. “Having more than 8 feet of snow is considered normal in Quebec.”

“That’s not my fault,” I chuckle. “And the constant cold weather has its perks, like one of the prettiest ice hotels.”

“Ah yes. We’re going to have to try that sometime,” he nods. “Louis and Anne have and apparently, they made the bed melt. I’m pretty sure we can melt more than that hmm?” he smirks.

“You wish,” I giggle. “I’m not much of an ice fan. And I doubt the baby would like it either,” I add, still caressing the small bump.

He chuckles, shaking his head as he shoots a smile in my direction.

“You know, I really like your natural hair color,” I trail on, taking a wisp of his brown hair between my fingertips.

“You’ve told me that twice on the plane already,” he smirks.

“I know. But I really do love it,” I insist, knowing he was uncertain about it at first. “It’s a nice change.”

“Let’s hope the New Year is filled with nice changes then,” Niall smiles, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

I rest my head on his shoulder as he returns his gaze on the road. Soon enough, the small town of Mullingar starts rolling by and we arrive at Niall’s parents’ house.

Niall unloads the car as I open the passenger door and cautiously take my five-year-old boy in my arms, careful not to wake him.

We’re warmly greeted by Bobby and Maura as we enter, the two of them taking us in their arms as they welcome us into their home and help us take the suitcases up in the bedrooms. I set Elliot down in one of the two beds in the guest room, where he and Theo would be sleeping for the next week while Niall and I would have Niall’s old bedroom and Greg and Denise would have Greg’s room. Sure, the beds weren’t huge, but it was more than okay for the duration of our stay.

Niall and I had kept the details of how our relationship came to be very vague. All the Horan’s knew, was that my mother had gotten rid of me and that the One Direction boys had volunteered to take care of me until I was eighteen. When that happened, I’d chosen willingly to stay around them and Niall and I had found we’d appreciated being together, especially after he’d been hit by my father’s car. The Horan’s didn’t ask for further details, Niall warning them that the whole thing still made me uneasy. Which it did. But there was no way I could keep going forwards if I dwelled on it and it was better for Elliot if I didn’t let it affect me.

“So Maura, do you need any help in the kitchen?” I enquire as I head back downstairs, rolling my sleeves.

“I’ve been hustlin’ all week with food for tomorrow’s evenin’ Sophie,” she waves me off. “I’ve only got a couple things left to do. You can go and rest,” she tells me, patting my arm.

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind helping—”

“Yes, yes don’t worry. Wouldn’t want to overwork you and your little one anyways,” she chuckles, eyes drifting to my stomach.

“Thank you then,” I nod, heading to the living room.  I sit on the sofa, glancing outside leisurely. Niall and his father come out from the basement, the two of them obviously catching up on the recent events.

Minutes later, it’s Greg and Denise’s turn to arrive, hands full with an excited Theo. The 8 year-old blonde bounds up the stairs, eager to see his cousin as we greet his parents.

“You look radiant!” Denise compliments me as she hugs me. “When’s this little one due?” she asks.

“This spring,” I say. “Around mid-May,” I continue, smiling.

Niall kisses my temple and hugs me to his waist as the six of us take a seat in the living room, going over the different things that happened since the last time we saw them.




24 hours later, the house is bustling with Irish people. It’s always amazing to spend New Year’s Eve at Niall’s. The sense of family is strong. Niall’s aunts, uncles and cousins, nearly 40 people are compacted in Bobby and Maura’s little dwelling. The house is filled with uplifting music, love and obviously, alcohol. It wouldn’t be an Irish New Year’s without good old Guinness, his uncles would claim.

“I’m never going to get tired of this,” I tell Niall, sitting on his lap as midnight approaches. “Your family is amazing,” I continue, resting my head on his shoulder as I look at Elliot and Theo running after each other, recklessly dodging the numerous aunts and uncles.

“You’re amazing to put up with the lot of us,” one of Niall’s cousins replies, laughing. “Who would’ve thought a Canadian beauty would’ve conquered and Irish heart.”

Niall punches him lightly in the arm, before grabbing Elliot just as he runs past us. He sets him on his other lap.

“Don’t you try to woo her Sean,” he warns playfully. “She’s already taken. Find your own.”

“Just teasin’ ye,” he responds, shrugging his shoulders with a grin and a wink. I laugh. “Say something in French for me please,” he continues.

“Tu étais tellement saoul Noël dernier qu’on t’a tous vu embrasser une peinture en passant que c’était une vraie fille[2]. ”

Niall and Elliot laugh.

“What does it mean?” he frowns.

“Ah. It’s a secret,” I wink, turning to Niall with a guilty smile.

“10, 9, 8,”

My eyes stay locked onto Niall’s as the whole house begins the countdown. Elliot runs backs to Theo.

“7, 6, 5,”

I glance at my son, who’s yelling along with the rest of the Irish folks with a big smile. My arms latch around Niall’s neck.

“4, 3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!”

I kiss my Irish brunette, smiling on his lips as the household cheers. When the cheers and the whole chanting Happy New year to everyone dies down, Niall demands everyone’s attention, in the middle of the living room.

“Attention folks!” he calls out. “I have to make a very important announcement.”

All eyes are on him. Elliot runs to the middle of the room, standing beside his father. He slips something in his hand.

“As you all know,” Niall begins, clearing his throat, “I’ve been spending the last two years of my life with an amazing woman.”

My heartbeat accelerates, my face heating up.

“And I’ve realized that I want to spend the rest of my life, starting this year, by her side, through sickness and health, through the good and bad times.”

My eyes grow big as Niall gets down to one knee in front of me, holding the small object Elliot had given him. A small black leather box. He opens it.

“Sophie Miller, will you please do me the honor of marrying me and being my wife?”

I jump in his arms, nearly making him topple over. I don’t even look at the ring.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes!” I say, hugging him tightly. “Yes!” I repeat again. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he says, kissing me once more.

The whole house explodes into another series of cheers.




Later that evening, when Maura has finally managed to get every drunk Irishman back home safely, and I’ve tucked an exhausted Elliot into his sheets, Niall and I head to bed.

I don’t know if it’s the beginning of pregnant woman hormones or tonight’s whole adrenaline, but I’m horny.

I let my fiancée know very quickly of my needs as I latch my lips with his the seconds he shuts his bedroom door.

“Woah there,” he exhales, taken by surprise.

“I want you Ni,” I breathe out, keeping our faces barely inches apart.

“I want you too,” he groans, hardening in his trousers. “But I don’t want to disturb the rest of the house—”

“Since when has that stopped you?” I enquire, fingers unbuttoning his shirt. “We’ve done it before in this very same room. We’ll be quiet. I want you so much right now,” I continue, hands undoing his belt.

“Slow down love,” he laughs softly, helping me out of my own shirt. His hands caress my stomach as he takes me in for another kiss, pressing our bodies together. He pushes me backward until the both of us fall onto the bed, laughing to ourselves.

“I love you Ni,” I repeat quietly, wanting more of his taste as he helps me wriggle out of the rest of my clothes. I pull his shirt off and he kicks his trousers off the bed.

My fiancée bends down over my body, kissing my lips before descending the length of my neck and stopping at my stomach, peppering this last one with kisses.

He’s already hard in his boxers.

“Come on Ni,” I urge. “I’m ready for you,” I tell him, arching my back.

“Oh are you?” he whispers, thumbs rubbing circles on my stomach. “Your mother thinks she’s ready for me,” he murmurs to my stomach. “I think she needs a little more foreplay...” he continues, kissing my skin.

“Don’t talk about that to our baby!” I giggle, tapping him lightly on the head.

“He or she probably can’t even hear me.”

“Yet. But we don’t want this to become a habit—oh my Niall.”

I’m out of breathe as his hand cups my sex, feeling my arousal.

“Shhh quiet down,” he scolds playfully, pushing his boxers down his legs. “You’re right though. You are ready.”

“Oh my god Ni—”

He silences me with a kiss as he sheaths his member inside of me.

“You’re being too loud,” he chuckles. I shake my head, shutting my eyes as I feel the pleasurable throb of his manhood.

“Ni,” I whine, locking my heels right above his behind.

“You’re so perfect Soph,” he mumbles, digging his face into the crook of my neck, making very slow movements with his hips to get us started.

I shut my eyes, letting him do most of the work as he takes his thrusts up a notch, making the bed creak under us.

I laugh.

“The creaking mattress is going to give us away!” I whisper shout, grinning.

“Wretched mattress. Gonna buy me a new one tomorrow,” he grunts, still pushing inside me. But he’s smiling too, finding the situation just as funny as I do.

His hand descends to my nether regions, his thumb rubbing slow circles.

“Are you gonna cum with me,” he asks, slightly breathless, “for the first time as my fiancée?”

I nod, biting my lip as he keeps his steady thrusting. I feel my insides clenching, the orgasm building.

“Do that again,” he asks, panting. “Do that again and I’m done for.”

I don’t need begging, my body coming undone underneath his as his thumb applies just the right amount of pressure on my bundle of nerves. He reaches his own release, cursing under his breath.

Moaning, I dig my face in his neck to lower the sound, and he does the same, before his body slumps over mine.

“Niall. Can’t. Breathe,” I giggle under him, also out of breath.

He grunts, rolling to the side.

“Well. That was a nice change, wasn’t it?” he sighs. “Doing it as fiancées?”

“It was. Can’t wait for the honeymoon now,” I agree, cuddling him. He wraps his arm around me, kissing my forehead.

“Me neither,” he whispers.

“I love you,” I end, my eyes fluttering shut.

“I love you too.”



[1] “It would’ve been a lot shorter.”

[2] “You were so drunk at Christmas last year that we all saw you kiss a painting, thinking it was a real girl.”

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