Leah’s Niall Imagine Request *AU
"So? What do you think?" you asked your best friend after stepping out into your living room. You really weren’t one to dress up. At all. Jeans and t-shirts were your best friends. Being in a dress tighter than your relationship with your parents, now that was strange.
“Is it just me, or is the world out of balance? Because the last time I saw you in a dress was… never,” Niall pointed out, taking your hand and twirling you a couple times.
“Do you like it?” You asked, looking up at him for a truthful answer.
“You look majestic. I would say you look like a princess, but princesses usually wear modest dresses, so…”
“Oh, shut up.” You smacked his arm and sat down to put your shoes on, your too-long hair falling over your shoulder and covering your vision with golden brown strands.
“Here,” Niall offered, collecting your hair and holding it back while you slid on each heel and secured each ankle strap. You had a flashback of the time you drank too many tequilas at a party back in high school.
“Thanks,” you told him after you finished and he let your hair fall down and engulf your body again. You suppressed the memory of him yelling at you after you were done puking, telling you how stupid you were for getting so drunk. He hugged you for a half an hour straight afterwords, though, when you started crying. Regardless of the gross stench that surrounded you and the sloppy and depressing appearance you wore what with the smeared mascara and uneven eyeliner.
“So, where are we off to?”
“Party. Cindy said to wear something tight and short, so for the first time in, well, never… I’ve agreed to her slutty dress up code.”
“Because hashtag YOLO.”
“You regretted that the minute you said it, didn’t you.”
“Most definitely, now will you excuse me while I brush my teeth and attempt to get the taste of that word out of my mouth?”
“C’mon,” he instructed you, taking your arm and leading you out the door.
“Why are you walking behind me?” you asked, pulling him forward. You realized then that you were at least a half an inch taller than him.
“No reason.” You walked for a little longer down the street in order to get to his car, when you noticed him trailing slightly behind you again.
“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked him sternly, but you couldn’t help but smirk at his efforts.
“What? I can’t help it.”
“My bum is not something you’re allowed to look at. There’s a reason why we’re best friends, Ni. You’re the only male who respects the ‘no bum watching’ rule.”
“I’m a man! What do you expect?”
You snickered as you reached his truck.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“Nothing… it’s just… I don’t see you as a man.”
“Why not? You saw me shaving the other day. I’m a man.”
“You’re just a really cute, lean man.”
“I am not cute. I’m manly… and hot.” He opened the door for you and you got in the way your mom taught you how to lift yourself into a truck with a dress on. You had never needed to use the strategy until that day. He walked over to the other side and hopped into the passenger seat.
“Thanks for driving me everywhere, Ni. I know it’s probably a hassle, you know I’m saving up for my own.”
“I know. I don’t mind driving you. It’s fun. I like our mini road trips.” He waited, but didn’t start the car.
“Are you gonna-”
“Not until you say I’m a man.”
“You’re a man.”
“A manly man.”
“A manly man.”
“Say I’m your hero.”
“You’re my hero.”
“Thank you,” he said, plunging the keys into the ignition.
Hope you like it Leah! xx