Niall Imagine for Jarrard (penguinjay)
You were sitting at home, all alone. Your boyfriend, Niall, was away on tour and, while the last show of the tour was last night, it was still unclear when he would be home. A few hours earlier it had begun to rain, and progressively got worse until it was pouring with thunder and lightening. Usually, you weren’t afraid of thunderstorms, but them empty house made it that much more eerie. After a particularly loud crack of thunder, you found yourself curled up under a blanket, frightened and wishing Niall was there to comfort you. You searched around you for the remote, hoping some tv would distract you. As soon as you found it and turned the tv on, the power went out, leaving you scared and alone in the dark. “No, no, no.” You whined, covering your head with the blanket. All of a sudden, you heard a noise which caused you to jump. “Jarrard?” You heard that oh so familiar Irish accent call from the front doorway. “Are you in here?” He asked. “Niall!” You shouted, jumping up and running over to hug him. “Hey, babe.” He smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist and giving you a peck on the lips. “I’m so glad you’re home.” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tight. “Hold on, were you-were you scared?” He asked, pulling back to look at your face. “No..” You muttered, looking at the floor. He chuckled and pulled you close to him. “I’ll go get some candles and we can sit and cuddle on the couch, yeah?” He asked, letting go of you to pick up his bags. “And I’ll tell you all about what happened while we were on the road until you fall asleep, ok?” You nodded, but realized it was probably too dark for him to see you. “Yeah, ok.” You answered, heading back to the couch. After Niall put his stuff in the bedroom and grabbed some candles, he walked back out to the living room. He placed the candles down on the coffee table and lit them before sitting down next to you and pulling you into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest. Niall started to tell you all about his time on tour as he slowly rubbed your back. Your eyes grew heavier and heavier as he went on about something Harry did at a concert and soon you were almost fast asleep, curled up against his side. The last thing you heard before you finally drifted off was the sweet sound of Niall whispering, “I love you, Jarrard. Goodnight.” and pressing a kiss to your forehead.
a/n: I had fun writing this one! Hope you like it! xx