Niall Horan Imagines

Four Little Letters. One Big Meaning. ~Imagine~

Each drop of rain slithered down the window, almost like a tear on your face. You sat still, waiting for something that you couldn’t quite explain. You had been in front of the window for hours, thinking about everything. It had been a long week, to put things in simple terms.

Your phone rang at least three times behind you, but you ignored it each time. There was no one that you wanted to talk to. Whoever it was could wait.

You sighed for the hundredth time before deciding you should take a shower. You were actually scared to see how you looked. You knew it wasn’t anything pretty. It had been days since you showered, or even thought about it. Your hair was a knotted mess, and your clothes were terribly wrinkled.

You pulled yourself into the shower. The water was somewhat refreshing. You washed yourself, rather slowly. But, hey. At least you were moving.

The cold air bit at your bare skin as you hurried to cloth yourself. You pulled on some sweatpants and an old T-Shirt, before finally going to check your phone.

You unlocked the screen and there in front of you was three missed calls from Niall. It took every nerve in your body not to throw the phone at a wall. Why can’t he just leave you alone?

*Last Week*

 

“Listen to me (Y/N)! Just shut up and listen to me!” He yelled, holding a tight grip on your arm, which was sure to leave bruises. You flinched at his tone, deciding to keep quiet.

“I was drunk! Okay? I didn’t know what…I didn’t know what I was doing! You have to understand that I would never hurt you if I was thinking straight. Don’t be stupid. I don’t love that girl. I don’t even know her! Yes, it was a big mistake. But, you’ve f***** up before too, (Y/N). Can we just forget about this and move on?!” He said, anger was building up inside of him, to the point where you could almost smell it.

 

You stood there, not wanting to give into him. He’d been out last night, messing about with girls that you’d never even heard of. Even if he was drunk, you weren’t sure that you could ever forgive him. You had given him everything. And then…this? It was all too much. If anything, maybe you just needed some time to think.

 

“Niall, I…I can’t forgive you. I just…I can’t,” You croaked, sounding weak. You were scared, no doubt about that.

 

“You…what?” He glared at you, a bit taken back. He must have been expecting you to cave in.

 

“Can you just let me go?” You begged, trying your best to pull out of his grip.

 

His breath sped up, and you could see something unfamiliar flash across his eyes. He just held onto you tighter. You squeezed your eyes shut, still attempting to pull away.

 

“Niall!” You shrieked. Your wrist was hurting so bad.

 

“You are not going anywhere,” He hissed, yanking you toward him and forcing your lips onto his. You felt sick to your stomach immediately. Lord only knows where those lips had been recently. You tried again to pull away, more out of instinct this time.