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"I'm bored," you grunt, laying your head on his shoulder.
                          
Niall laughs. "Me too. Whatcha want to do?"
                          
"I don't know."
                          
"Ummm... Movie?"
                          
"Boring."
                          
"Bowling?"
                          
"I suck."
                          
"A walk?"
                          
"Too much work."
                          
"Uh..."
                          
You take Niall's arm and wrap it around your shoulders, shivering, and nuzzle your face into his chest. 
                          
"Are you cold?" He laughs, massaging your shoulder, and rubbing his nose in your hair. 
                          
"A little. Can I have some ice cream?"
                          
"Um, ice cream is cold too, sweetheart."
                          
"I know, but my throat kinda hurts."
                          
"Oh, no. You're getting sick." Niall jumps up playfully. "Get away! I don't wanna get sick!" He jokes.
                          
You narrow your eyebrows and lunge toward him. 
                          
But he's too quick for you. You end up chasing him around the first floor. 
                          
You don't see him anywhere when you reach the kitchen, so you open the freezer and shuffle through, trying to find the chocolate ice cream. You finally see and reach for it-
                          
"BOO!"
                          
You scream as your sides are poked and your arms are tickled. 
                          
You spin around. "Niall! Never again, you little butt!"
                          
Your boyfriend grins. "Hello to you too!"
                          
"I just wanted some ice cream," you whine, turning back to the open freezer. You stand on your tippy toes but you still can't seem to reach it. 
                          
You turn your head to see Niall leaning against the counter, smirking in amusement. 
                          
"Get it for me?" You ask sweetly. 
                          
He grins and snatches the carton, but still keeps it in his hands above his head. "What do we say?"
                          
You roll your eyes playfully. "Thank you."
                          
You reach for it, but he still won't budge. You cross your arms.
                          
"Now what do I get?"
                          
You raise an eyebrow as your cheeks turn pink. "C'mere," you gesture. 
                          
He smiles, and leans down for your lips to meet...
                          
But not today- You grab the carton and duck under his arm, sprinting into the living room. 
                          
You flop down on the couch, and after a minute Niall joins you. 
                          
Immediately, he pushes you down, and straddles your waist. "I want a kiss," he says sternly. 
                          
You poke his nose. "You're cute, Niall, just adorable."
                          
He tries to keep his straight face but is having a hard time doing so. "Damn you, (y/n)," he chuckles. He then crashes his lips to yours, hungrily moving your mouths in sync. 
                          
You both pull away after a couple minutes, catching your breaths. 
                          
He sits up and pulls you into his chest. You're still grinning from what happened, and he laughs as he holds up two spoons.