Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine Again...

“GOOOOO! COME ON, I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT!!!!!!!” You heard screaming coming from the audience. “GO (Y/N)!!”

Your head turned, searching for the source of the screaming. You were in the middle of your basketball game. Your eyes frantically scanned the crowd. No one was ever cheering for you. Your parents were never there for your games, and your friends never knew about them.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” Your coach yelled from the sidelines. You shook your head back into reality before nodding at your coach, signaling that you heard him. You ran after the ball, eager to score in this game. You were blocking a girl that was taller than you, but she was yelling for the ball. Your opponent on the other team, who had the ball, tossed it to the girl you were covering. You snatched the ball before she could catch it, and you ran to the hoop. The crowd was going insane. Your team followed behind, trying to give you space to make a basket.

You held your breath, aiming for the hoop. Your legs sprang off of the ground, as the ball slipped from your grip. The ball sailed through the air as you heard another scream from the crowd, “Yeah, (Y/N)!!”

The ball smoothly fell straight through the hoop, earning a loud uproar from the crowd, and your team came running toward you. The game was over, and your team won because of your shot. Your coach patted your head, and your teammates gave you hugs and encouraging words and thanks.

After freshening up and changing in the shower room, you gathered your stuff and made your way out to meet your Dad in the driveway. He’d be there to pick you up; but he’d never come in and watch. No one cared about your games. Only you.

You were surprised when you stepped outside, to see that your Dad wasn’t there. Don’t tell me he forgot, you thought. You decided to sit on the curb. You were busy staring at a tree when suddenly you heard a loud ruckus coming from behind you. You looked back to see a huddle of people ushering someone out the door, followed by a whole bunch of people, some of them being girls on the teams. You stood up, wondering what was going on when you saw a familiar face in the group, immediately stopping your heart. You stood completely still, reminding yourself to breathe.

In front of you was Niall Horan, signing autograph after autograph. You blinked a few times, to make sure that you weren’t just seeing things. You had your Nike gym bag slung over your shoulder, which held all of your basketball stuff.

“Hey, there you are!” You heard that same voice call. Your head shot up, now Niall was standing right in front of you.

“Um…” You bit your lip, embarrassed that you could barely speak.

“I’m Niall,” He smiled.

“I…I know,” You said. Your head was spinning, but you managed to smile.

“I saw you in the paper. You are a great basketball player! I set up some stuff to see if I could come watch you play and then maybe take you out to lunch afterward?” He raised an eyebrow.

You nodded, uncontrollably. “Yea…um, I just have to wait for my Dad. I’d need to ask him first,” You said, in total disbelief.

“Oh, we already cleared things with your family. That’s why your Dad isn’t here,” He smiled, taking your hand and leading you to a black van. He grabbed your bag off of your shoulder before you could protest and slung it over his own. “Quite the load you got here,” He chuckled.

“I play competitively,” You grinned. “Of course I’ve got a lot of stuff!”

You guys were sitting in some random restaurant that you’d never been to, when he started asking you questions about yourself. “What do you do in your free time?”

“I listen to music, practice, read, and sometimes I cook,” You answered. “You know, I heard you out there,” You added, finally realizing that the person that was cheering for you was Niall.

“Out where?” He looked a bit confused.

“At the game. I heard you screaming in the crowd. Thank you for that. Thanks for all of this,” You stated.

“Oh, no problem. I just…really wanted to meet you.”

You talked for a long time, until he decided to take you home (see what I did there?!).

He gave you his number so that you could call him whenever you wanted to. You agreed and after that, you texted each other everyday. And Niall came to all of your games from that day forward.