Social media hate | comfort

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(y/n) POV - Social media hate

AN / Imagine this to take place at Niall's house in LA. Also (y/n) is famous in this.

I woke up in bed, alone. "Ni?" I said in a tired and quiet voice. I wasn't getting an answer so I knew he must be somewhere else around the house. I slowly crawled out of bed, keeping Niall's shirt and his boxers on as I made my way out of the bedroom and downstairs.

With my eyes still being heavy I looked around the open living room area of the house still not seeing Niall. I looked up and saw him sitting on the stool at the kitchen aisle. As I made my way towards him, I saw a sad expression on his face mixed with anger. His bare chest rising in a fast rhythm. He sat there in his navy-blue shorts looking at the computer in front of him.

I walked over and slung my arms around his neck from behind him, laying my head on his shoulder. "Morning pretty one, you look so sad what is going on?" I asked looking at him a bit worried. He didn't even look at me and kept staring at the screen in front of us. I looked a bit closer at the computer reading what it said on the screen.

I forgot to charge my computer yesterday and took his to log into my Twitter account. I must've forgot to log out of it because it was still logged in.

Me and Niall took a trip around LA visiting some friends of ours a few days ago. We made sure not to be seen because our relationship is not public. At least so we thought because when I read the tweets it was all about Me and Niall being seen together holding hands. Somebody must've seen us and took pictures.

What broke my  heart was that those weren't particularly nice Tweets. They weren't about me, they were about Niall.

"Why is she dating him I mean she could've definitely found something better and more in her league."

"Is she blind or something?"

"I think she had a bad day choosing him."

My jaw dropped to the floor. "For how long you have been reading those...?" I stutter in disbelief.

"An hour" he mumbles in a sad tone, his voice cracking at the end. My heart broke in that moment. I scroll down seeing more and more tweets saying rude things. "That's exactly why I can't stand people..." I mutter.

"What if they're right?" Niall says in a sad tone. I look at him shocked, his blue eyes now staring directly at me.

"What? They're not right Niall and our relationship is none of their business so just let them think what they want. I love you, you heard me?" I say taking his face in my hands and looking at him. He slowly looks down and a tear rolls down his cheek.

"Oh, Nialler I love you so much don't listen to them." I kiss him on his forehead and hug him. He instantly hugs me back. "What about we put the laptop away and cuddle while watching golf...?" I suggest.

He nods into my chest. I turn off his laptop and make my way over into the living room area with Niall. We sit down together on the couch, and I turn on the TV and switch to the right channel while Niall again snuggles himself into my chest.

After twenty minutes I hear a soft snore coming from him. My poor Nialler. Do people even think about what they say on the internet? Because it feels like they don't. I grab my phone which is laying next to me and Niall and open Twitter.

@(y/n) "Do some people even think before they write hate on here? Mind your own business and stop judging people." 1:23 pm - 04.08.2020

———— time skip - 7pm

"Babe what d'you want for dinner?" Niall asks. "What about we make Pizza?" I suggest to him which he responds with a yes and a happy grin. Niall saw the post I made on Twitter and retweeted it. He didn't say much more about the situation, but I know that it hurt him seeing those tweets.

After we finished the pizza, we sat down in the living room putting F•R•I•E•N•D•S on and cuddling. This time I was cuddled into his chest. He seemed like it didn't bother him anymore but I know that he still thinks about it.

After a couple of minutes, I fell asleep but when I woke up at 2am I was laying in his bed. He must've brought me here, but he isn't here...

I go downstairs and see that one of the doors to the outside (pool area) is opened and step outside. I see him sitting there. He is starring at the deep blue night sky, stars all over.

"Ni what are you doing out here? It is 2am and kind of cold out here. You are still thinking about the tweets what"

"I actually am love. I don't want to listen to them because they don't know our relationship and they don't know the way we love each other deeply but I can't just erase them out of my mind. I feel guilty for even thinking they'd be true. I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

"Oh, Nialler I love you so much and you don't have to be sorry for anything that happened today. Your feelings are valid but always remember that I will always love and listen to you. You are the person I would still dance with even if the world was watching."

By now I walked over to him and took his hands into mine. Niall got up and gave me a sweet kiss. We both went back into bed and cuddled until we fell asleep, arm in arm with the love of my live.

AN / I hope you liked this imagine

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