Niall Horan Imagines

Music Store

Edited - 3/2/16

You just finished up putting away a violin when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. Thinking it's your ex, Kevin, you turn around with an annoyed look present on your face, clearly expressing your exasperation with the man. No matter how many times you had told him, he wouldn't leave you alone. But behind you, unexpectedly stands a blonde boy with brown highlights.

You stop and stare at him for a bit, unaware that he is fully understanding that you're checking him out. But then again, it would be an understatement to call him striking. Blue eyes, a strong fixed jaw, a muscular body to match.

You only snap out of your trance when he laughs, startling you. You jump slightly and sheepishly smile. mumbling an apology which he somehow catches.

Shaking it off, he looks around, letting his eyes rest on a mahogany guitar at the corner of your shop.

"Good Afternoon, sir. I can see that the guitar you are looking at is a magnificent one, and may I say that is a really good one, not just to look at but also the sound. It has a strong body and I a definitely recommend it." You tell him.

"Well it's not the only beautiful sight, y'know," he says. Your realization of him being Irish makes you raise your eyebrows slightly, and to add to that, he quite obviously flirts with you as he scans the room.

"That's true. The other guitars are also quite beautiful. Designed in Italy specially for customers who enjoy playing instruments, such as you, I take it?" you say but both of you clearly know he wasn't talking about the instruments.

"Well, yeah, I suppose so. I'm Niall, and I think you're deffo beautiful as well. And I'm quite sure I would like to bring you out,." He says with a small blush, but yet, a classy wink.

You give him a warm smile back, letting a tinge of blood rush to your cheeks, tinting them with with a blush.

However, only a moment of this bliss lasts, and you feel a strong presence behind you, clearing his throat.

"Off my girl." Kevin growls, right behind you, and you inhale sharply, not wanting to this. Especially in front of Niall.

"You have a boyfriend?" Niall tilts his head, furrowing his brows together, "Oh."

"Yeah, she does, and she should've told you before-"

"Kevin, not now," you barge in, grabbing his wrists which he pulls apart from, harshly, "We can do this later, just go to the back room and let me take care of this customer,"

Kevin only smiles maliciously, "And I'm so going to listen to you," he spits, sarcasm oozing from each syllable, "Y/N, let me take of him," and his tone is sharp, with the opposite meaning.

"No, Kevin let me be," you say, not taking anymore shit from him, "Leave,"

"I said I'm gonna," Kevin tightens his fists, causing waves of nausea and heaps of memories and flashback run through your fast paced head, "take care of this fucking-"

"Don't you dare lay one finger on her, she clearly doesn't want you here," Niall raises his voice, trying to get you behind him, but Kevin has a tight grip on your wrists.

"Kevin! (Y/N)! What in the name of God is going on around here?" you hear the relieving voice of your manager and feel kevin loosen his grip on your wrists. Niall takes this opportunity to push you behind his back so you're covered from Kevin. Your mind races and heart pace quickens. Symptoms of a panic attack show and all you want to do is crawl up into a ball and sob.

Everything is a blur, your managers, Niall's and Kevin's voices ringing out, but you just stand and stare.

Eventually,you're sent to the back room, but not before Niall hands you a small slip of paper. The only positive occurrence of the whole day.

*****

If you're gonna say that you can't have a panic attack so quick, she was abused, which really scars some memories into you. That is a serious matter.