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[keepdrivinglarry]

Niall Album Concept - Collide

[karishmaniazkilam]

[buck-nialled]

We need some niall finding out readers pregnant plz!!

NOTE: sorry i’ve been lacking on the writing lately, but I want to let you all know I am trying my hardest to write and get these last requests done whenever I get free time. Here is one of them, finally! Hope you guys like it and thank you all so much again for 1,000+ followers. That is still blowing my mind! <3

Socks - N. Horan Imagine

For knowing you well enough to be your husband, Niall was the most abstruse when it came to your signals. Today marks the beginning of your second month of pregnancy, and the constant reminder to just flat-out tell him the news was quietly mocking you in the back of your mind. It was only a week or two (your doctor approximated) before a bump will become present in your middle.

As you sat on the couch, eyes trained on the little blue gift bag, nearly overflowing with the tissue paper rising out of it. While you continued waiting for your man to arrive home, your mind occupied itself with all of your failed attempts.

One Month Ago

You were the first thing his arms enveloped when he walked through the door and shucked his shoes off of his feet. The familiar shuffling entered your ears and sounded over the boiling pasta sat in front of you on the stove. “Hey, love,” He greeted you with a kiss planted against your temple and slid his hands beneath the bottom of your top for a firmer grip on your waist. The silver wedding band you still needed to remind him to take off before showering or sleeping sent chills down your spine when it made contact with your warm skin. A feeling of comfort filled you from his touch and also the explanation your doctor had given you days prior as to why your stomach has been so finicky with what you put in it lately.

“Hi,” you answered back in a soft voice, abandoning the ladle beside the pot for your husband’s hands instead. When you followed the same trail underneath your cotton shirt to interlock fingers with him, you tilted your head back to meet his sparkling eyes. You hoped the small bean inhabiting your stomach would attain the same shade in their irises. Before you could admire Niall’s features further, his eyelids fell closed and he bent down to lay a chaste kiss to your lips. A small clink sounded when your wedding bands tapped against each other, eliciting giggles from both of you amidst your lip-locking. He pecked your lips once more before fully separating his pair from your own and turning his attention back to the stove.

“Whatcha making?” He hummed, deciding to let his chin inhabit your shoulder while his calloused thumbs ran across the back of your hands.

“Chicken parmesan.” The inevitable grin that stretched along your face made you thankful you were turned away from Niall’s privy eyes. Your expression told all-too-well when something made you overly excited and always demanded ceaseless questions from your husband asking what happened in a tone equally as enthusiastic. At least he was staying true to his vows, you thought, thinking back to his declaration at the altar where he swore to be ecstatic over anything that caused you the most minuscule amount of glee. Niall matches your excitement, bouncing on his legs during him asking you, “with your mom’s famous sauce?” It dropped soon after when you mustered a disappointing shake of your head.

“I went to the market a few days ago and they didn’t have most of the ingredients.” Guilt began gnawing at your insides as soon as the fib slipped off of your tongue. Keeping the stoic expression while delivering the news was difficult, but you managed.

“Oh,” your eyes were trained on the steaming bot as your fingers slowly turned the knob to the stovetop down, halting the bubbles forming at the surface of the water and noodles. “So, what did you get?” You turned to bring the pot of noodles towards the colander in the sink and spot Niall’s brow, perched high on his face with suspicion.

“Check the spice cabinet.” You instructed, slowly dumping the scorching contents of the pot into the strainer. After allowing the hot water to seep into the drain, Niall obeyed your directions.

“Prego?” The disgusted murmur made your lips curl up in a devious smile. Two deep breaths were all it took for you to compose yourself enough to return the freshly strained pasta to the pot and deliver it back to the stove.

“Yep.” You answered simply.

“Why Prego?” Niall wondered aloud. A shrug of your shoulders and why not, Prego is the only answer he was gifted. He allowed it with a pondering sigh, twisting the jar around in his hands to read over the ingredients, his ring occasionally clinking against the glass. A pleasant DING drew you away from the sight as you eagerly reached for the nearest pair of oven mitts. Linking the dots from a bottle of pasta sauce was outlandish to assume from Niall, you knew this.

You noised a small, ‘ah’ and opened the oven door enough for a sliver of heat to crawl out. A content smile was brought to your face by the sight of the golden-brown bread laid out on the pan. “I forgot about my buns in the oven.” You murmured towards Niall, who glanced at you curiously as you cautiously retrieved the pan from the appliance.

“Buns,” he whispered to himself. “But,” he spoke louder at that time, earning a wondering gaze from your spot in the kitchen, “we always have garlic bread on pasta nights.” His comment was on the border of becoming a whine. It took you a few moments to process that Niall was still having difficulty catching on.

“I…you-but…” you stammered, blinking in bafflement. “Do you not get it?” Your mouth hung agape.

“Get what?” His brows furrowed in perplexity and a slight upset that his favorite side had been replaced with plain rolls. A sigh left you.

“Never mind.”

Two Weeks Ago

Intimate nights in with your husband came in the form of warm bubble baths and booze. Fortunately, nixing one of those from your agenda brought fewer questions from Niall than you initially thought when you gave him the lousy excuse that they had been the cause for your recent headaches or stomach troubles. Rather than ending a sensual night with merlot-stained lips, he offered to brew you a calming herbal tea instead. You took it graciously and sighed in bliss from the first sip once it traveled down your throat.

“I know I’m not drunk right now, but I’m going to say something crazy anyways.” You shifted your position on the couch, so your body was fully leaning against Niall’s naked torso. He chuckled and accepted your languid figure with open arms.

“Go ahead, petal. M’ all ears.” He mumbled, taking a break from the recorded golf match on the television before you. He pressed a delicate kiss against your forehead.

“You are such a DILF.” You giggled the words into his bare chest, but Niall understood almost everyone.

“I’m a…”

You brought your face away from his peck and repeated, “A DILF,” with your voice much clearer. Niall answered with a hesitant thank you before admitting he had no clue what the word meant. Yet another aggravated sigh passes through your mouth.

“Forget about it.” You decided and lifted the mug of warm tea to your lips for another sip.

Present

The muffled sound of a car door smacking shut makes your body brittle instantly. Behind your ribs, you felt the comforting thumps of your heart rapidly increase. Placing your palms against your stomach cloaked by one of Niall’s sweatshirts, you began whispering urgently to the raspberry-sized life taking form inside of you.

“Daddy’s home. Let’s go tell him the good news!” You hoisted yourself up from the couch. The thought of not being able to even do that within the coming months has you both equally excited and dreadful.

“Hey, love.” Your husband enters the door, greeting you over the sound of crinkling plastic bags. “Sorry I took so long. I only meant to grab a few things…” he chuckles sheepishly, bringing a hand around to scratch the back of his neck. “You mind helping bring the rest in? I’ll start putting them up.”

As badly as you wanted to blurt the news out right then, you conceded with a nod. A few more minutes of waiting will not kill you. While grabbing as many bags as you could from the trunk of Niall’s car, you cursed at the sight of something falling from the bottom of one of the bags. You grumbled, inspecting the tear at the bottom of the plastic before turning your gaze to the ground. A sharp intake of breath, a few blinks of your eyes…were they not deceiving you?

Observing the pair of baby socks on the ground was one thing. But reaching down and swooping the two identical pieces of cloth was a whole new experience. Tears brimmed your eyes, and thoughts floated through your head, all leading back to the same question: how did Niall find out?

You re-entered the house, setting all of the bags beside the few Niall had carried inside with him. “Thanks, petal. What do you want fo—” He turns away from the open refrigerator and freezes when he sees the pair of baby socks in your hand. “Can I ask?”

“Uh…I like dinosaurs. These were the only size they carried em in.” You tilt your head sideways and lifted your brows in a knowing stare.

“Niall…how did you find out?”

“F-find out what?”

“That I’m pregnant.” The two of you remain catatonic in the room for a few seconds. Had it not been for the humming of the refrigerator, you would have thought the time was paused.

“Your pregnant?” Niall croaks out, eyes sympathetic. A hand reaches up to glide the brown tendrils from his forehead. “I just saw those walking through the store and thought it’d be time to try again. I-I was going to ask when I thought you were ready, but…” like a wall had collapsed between the two of you, Niall strides to the opposite side of the kitchen where you were stood, mouth ajar. He embraces your hands in his.

“It’s true? You’re…we…” He couldn’t find words, but there were none necessary. You nodded furiously, squeezing his hands tight in your own, and thinking how soon it will be for another pair to join them.

“I found out right away when I went to my doctor’s visit almost two months ago. I’ve been trying to hint it at you this whole time, you just never noticed.”

“You were?” Niall gasps. “Wait…is that why you called me daddy in bed the other night?” Niall’s eyes enlarge and you flush a shameful red, recalling your desperation between the sheets just last week.

“No comment. Anyways…” you retreat into the living room. Niall was tailing you the entire way to the small coffee table, where you raised the bag and handed it to him. “This was the only other idea I had that would get the point across. I was going to give it to you when you walked in, but, you know…”

Niall eagerly sifts through all of the tissue paper, until his hands grasp of the piece of clothing in victory. He removes it from the bag and unfolds it, to reveal a navy-blue onesie, fit for an infant. Bold, white text mimicking the font to his latest album, Heartbreak Weather, reads out “Nice to Meet Ya, Dad!” It was only seconds before your face was colliding against Niall’s shoulder, his strong arms clutching both you and his future child’s first piece of clothing. He sinks to his knees before you, lifting the sweatshirt you were still donning in exchange for the sight of your stomach.

"S' nice to meet ya too, little one."

[1dbyheart]

@1d_by_heart||ig

Louis, writing the pros and cons of dating Harry:

Pro- I can bug the shit out of Harry.

Con- He will bug the shit out of me

[miss-harrington]

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[annahorlik]

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[multifangirl995]

One Direction Sickfics - Harry (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1030045601-one-direction-sickfics-harry?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=gingergal995&wp_originator=xV6PMLBxobksQ76WAKERvfFy%2FfWp13joBfe%2BpkawTUk1iB5NBeg8aT2Y1%2B9dFVqjDFIz6A%2BO2AtZkfKQWfFCFP9jVSEU1VuNQ%2BAgB018PCgNWqLQYoGI4ooM%2F%2BtjeUMF From vomiting to fevers to chills to Louis to Harry to Niall. If you like sickfics and One Direction, this is the book for you! All of these sickfics will also be on my One Shots collection!

[ybwm-wmyb]

Written on these walls are

The colors that I can't change

Leave my heart open

But it stays right here in its cage

Midnight Memories-Story Of My Life🖼️

[juicyfruitlove]

BitterSweet Lies (Niall Horan Fanfic) (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/ZhsSkls083 What would you do if you found out you were pregnant? Something that is suppose to be a happy day has been nothing more than a haunted memory for me.It's been almost 2 long year since I have seen, let alone be in the same room as my ex. Now I am not only forced to face my ex, but I am being forced to go on a headlining tour with him too! Did I for…

[haztacos]

My birthday is literally tomorrow but idek like who cares when July 23 IS IN 17 DAYS!!

[buck-nialled]

Gorgeous - N. Horan Blurb

NOTE: this is purely based on Niall’s chain. nothing else. 

It was a total accident on your part. Moving in with a significant other was something you were new to with Niall. Though it had been nearly three years, sharing space and belongings was a big thing. And there were many things that either of you might have held sentimental value for without the other knowing. Like how Niall inquired the stuffed animal cow upon removing it from one of the boxes.

“One of your fans gifted it to me when I lived back home since we were both from the same town. You were away for a few months when she gave it to me and…I don’t know. It was comforting.” Niall brought the plushie up to his nose and scrunched his face.

“What is that smell?”

“That would be your old cologne.” He furrowed his brows. “Yeah I wasn’t the biggest fan of it either, but it made me sleep easier.” You flushed red, taking the cow from him and placing it somewhere easily accessible in Niall’s—your, shared closet.

Despite the slight offense (and agreement), he felt toward’s his past fragrance choices, it brought both of you closer together. Now it’s been roughly three weeks since that day, and you were trying to look presentable for a meeting you were attending that day. The bedroom was still catastrophic, but you were not the only one to blame for this. Upon the labeled boxes, some still enclosed with tape and untouched since removing them from your car was Niall’s suitcase. Clothes were strewn about the room belonging to both you and him, but he was procrastinating the most to sort through his. In only a few days, he would be departing you for two months to tour.

It was nothing unfamiliar to both of you. The heartache of leaving each other for more than a few days still pained you, none the less.

After scavenging through your limited choices in jewelry, your eyes wandered across the dresser’s stop and screeched at the chained coin. The gold glimmered in the light and daunted your eyes with the beautifully engraved horse displayed. Biting your lip, your curiosity got the better of you as you lifted the chain and cast it over your head, letting it drop comfortably against the back of your neck. The cool links sent chills through you, but the addition to your scholarly look, and, dare you say it, made you appear both sophisticated and simple-minded. It was just what you needed to complete the look, but it also did not belong to you.

The guilt of not receiving Niall’s approval was washed away quickly in your mind. Dating three years had given you numerous opportunities to swipe—and sometimes return—Niall’s things. After all, it would only be for the day, you thought. However, due to your forgetful mind, it was much longer than that. Your mind still blames how unobtrusively the metal sat on your neck, and how that was the main reason Niall’s desperate flinging of items around your room the following week left you appalled.

“Babe, calm down. What are you even looking for?”  Your hands flew to take hold of his flailing biceps, even more clothes tight in his grip and ready to be launched against the bedroom wall.  

“M’ necklace. Been lookin’ for it all week, have you—” His eyes pause as the afternoon light peeks through the bedroom curtains, catching your awaiting expression, and also the linked chain dangling from your neck. The two ends travel down to your collarbones but stop abruptly at the beginning of your tee-shirt, which Niall hopes is hiding the remainder of his necklace. “Your wh—” you are cut off by Niall’s large hand placing itself against the side of your neck. Slowly, he drags a finger down to wind beneath the links and tugs it up and away from your chest until it is taut, and the pendant was resting against the front of his hand.

“This. How…where did you find this?” Niall’s tone was not aggravated, rather muddled by the sight of you donning his jewelry.

“I-it was sitting on the dresser the other day. I thought it looked good with my outfit. I meant to bring it back I just…f-forgot. I’m sorry if I scared you, Ni.” Quickly, your hands became fumbling the eradicate the necklace from your person, but Niall’s hands blanketed yours before they could. The necklace falls against your chest once more, Niall taking in the sight for himself.

“No. S’alright, princess, it uh…it looks gorgeous on ya. I just thought I’d lost it. But…maybe you should keep it on.” You glimpse up at him as his hands lead yours down back in between the two of you. “Glad to know it’s in safe hands, ya know?” He mumbles, cheeks growing a light pink color.

“Really?” You feel a smile growing on your face, thumbs rubbing the back of Niall’s tanned hands which were gripping yours comfortably. He licks his lips and nods at you, and the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down did not go unnoticed by you.

“So…it’s just gorgeous on me? Nothing else comes to mind seeing me in your chain?” You lowly question, eyebrow quirking in the challenging gaze you and Niall share for a few seconds. In a moment of courage, you step forward to connect chests with him and feel his breath hitch by the cool metal prickly against his bare torso.

He answers, tone gruff, “I want everything off of you, but that necklace. Now. I’ve got a flight in two hours.”

[1dbyheart]

@1d_by_heart||ig

Louis: you can say " have a nice day", and that's considered polite. But you can't say "enjoy the next twenty four hours without sounding extremely threatening.

Zayn: why are you in my room?

[lil-miss-lavish]

Cute as a button...Every single one of you...❤❤ @harrystyles @niallhoran @liampayne @louist91 @zayn . . . . #onedirection . #onedirectionforever . #harrystyles . #harryedwardstyles . #niallhoran . #nialljameshoran . #liampayne . #liamjamespayne . #louistomlinson . #louiswilliamtomlinson . #zaynmalik . #zainjavaddmalik . https://www.instagram.com/p/B_bj29ZFFTe/?igshid=1d73jhnocydn7

[loveniall1309horan]

The Only Truth! (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/BFyY0L3CG3 This is in form of diary entry! It is about a girl named Darcy,who is really talented but does not know it until she meets five of the best guys in this planet,who just happen to be amazing vocalists and members of the band One Direction.This is the story of her transformation from a simple schoolgirl to a Directioner and then into the hairstylist of The Greatest Band on the Planet:One Direction! Keep an eye out directioners out there!!! @wattpadfanficlover   @wattpadfanfics   @directioners

[narryisprecillasotpx03]

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒔... I love you ❤

[multifangirl995]

One Direction One Shots - A/N (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1051566656-one-direction-one-shots-a-n?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=gingergal995&wp_originator=o1ydcaZdPooJJzkO5oPdquXgwHq0GxZzGJhGU1%2BPIRC0ttjmgL%2FBLYD0P1cW5PyakMTOmfvMAjMx785x55KEK3igB59STwzPu4g%2FNQsf%2BKvgDErrWXQJB4jIy9dLmzy5 These are just random scenarios that pop in my head about the boys. So....yea