Niall Horan

Imagine you’re at Niall’s house and u both feel really bored.
“What the hell shall we do now?” Niall screams. He is lying on the divan, bank on his back and his head rests on his hands. You’re sitting on the floor, browsing this stupid magazine about cars.
“Why do u even have this?” u sigh, and u throw it away.

“I don’t know”, Niall says tiredly, as he yawns.
Suddenly u catch sight of a cooking magazine.
“Wait”, u say and u stand up, after stretching yourself a little bit. u take the cooking magazine from the tafel, tabel and look at its cover.
“Niall? I know something...

u felt Harry staring at u and u couldn’t help but giggle, “What?”

He shook his head, “I just can’t believe it.”

You laugh, “Why? I mean, look at him…he is beautiful. Plus, he is always so nice to me.”

“Yeah, but I never thought u were one of the type of girls to like Niall.” He said, “To be honest, I pictured u as the Zayn of Louis type of girl…or even my type of girl.”

You chuckled, “You?”

Harry nodded shrugiling, “Yeah, why not?”

“No offence Harry… but I could never picture myself liking you.”

He scuffed, “Wha- why not? I am likeable.”

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