3. Imagine (Niall)
You're on the sofa, your legs over Niall's shoulders who's sitting on the floor as you watch some cliché chick flick. You sigh, wondering why Niall insisted on watching it. It's boring. As hell. You fiddle with his fluffy hair a bit, then getting an idea. You check your trouser pocket and bingo. You have about half a dozen hair bands in there. You decide to give Niall a wacky hairdo. Six ponytails, spread across his head. As soon as you've finished the first one, Niall notices.
"You're doing something to my hair," he states, still watching the movie.
"No shit, Sherlock," you mutter, working on the second ponytail.
"Will it make me look sexier than I already am?" he asks, using the innocent voice you always fall for.
"Yes, it will make you look like a princess, my love," you answer pompously.
"I didn't know it was possible to make me look even sexier."
You roll your eyes at his comment, deciding to focus on your task at hand. Niall shifts uncomfortably under your legs.
"Sit still, leprechaun," you order, giggling when he snorts at the nickname.
A few minute later, you're finishing off the sixth ponytail.
"And number six is officially-"
Your proud announcement is turned into a scream when Niall suddenly pulls you onto his shoulders, standing up. You grip his head as he moves towards a mirror, yelping every time he stumbles.
"Get me down, Horan!" you whine, still holding on to his head for dear life. He just laughs at you and finally stops in front of the mirror.
"I really do look amazing," he muses, checking out his reflection.
"Yeah, you should look like this more often, now get me down," you say quickly, feeling as if you're slipping.
"Do I get a kiss for being hot?" he asks, leaning his head back so you can quickly peck him on the lips, putting a hand on the wall in front of you to prevent yourself from falling. Then you scream again.
He's managed to somehow flip you over his head, ending up with you in his arms, holding on to him tightly. You know the floor isn't that far away, but you keep your legs around his hips and your arms tightly slung around his neck.
"Do I get a proper kiss for being hot?" he grins, looking at you hopefully. You roll your eyes, but lean in to press your lips against his softly.
"You're such an idiot," you murmur into the kiss.
"Your idiot, though," he giggles.
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