Niall Horan Imagines

The Problem- Part 5

It was just going on noon when you woke up, cuddled in Niall's arms. Among other things, you did get a chance to fall asleep with Niall, after all. He inhaled slowly through his nose, blinking his eyes open. "Mm," He hummed, rubbing your arms with his hands. He leaned down and pecked the side of your face, whispering in your ear, "Are you awake?"

You looked up at him with a content smile. You turned so that you were facing him. He had a hint of a smile on his face as his fingers danced along your skin. Your fingers ghosted over his bare chest, tracing patterns into his skin. It was all very peaceful until Niall got you in a ticklish spot. You squirmed and laughed a little, causing Niall to raise his eyebrows. He daringly dug his fingers into your sides, ready to tickle you. You gasped and pleaded, "Niall, please. Please, baby."

"You gotta do better than that," He said with an evil chuckle, before wiggling his fingers and sending you into a squirmy mess. It wasn't long before he had you pinned to the mattress, and was still tickling you mercilessly. You giggled and let a loud squeal out of your mouth, but Niall only laughed in response.

"Niall!" You shrieked, trying to form words in between your giggles. Neither of you had noticed how loud you were being until the door swung open and two very angry parents stood in the doorway. Niall stopped instantly, clearing his throat as he crawled off of you. Both of you looked extremely suspicious, considering you were only wearing a bra and panties, and Niall only had a pair of boxers on. It was obvious that you'd been doing something other than just an innocent tickle match.

You hurried to cover yourself with the blanket while Niall's mother covered her mouth with her hand. She was hoping you'd at least have clothes on. His dad swallowed hard and formed his hands into fists at his sides. His jaw clenched and he held his chin up, refusing to look at you. With his eyes locked on Niall, whom was hanging his head, he angrily spat, "Get out. Right now. Get the hell out of this house; get the hell out of this country! You don't belong here anymore. Pack her up, and take her as far away as you can. And don't come back until you get your life together."

"What?!" Niall's mom gasped as tears sprung to her eyes. It seemed as if everyone was shocked at how quickly everything had escalated.

"Dad, we were just-" Niall tried, in a shaky and frightened voice.

"Don't lie to me, Niall!" His dad shouted. You flinched at his loud and piercing voice. He swiped his tongue over his lips before saying, as steadily as he could, "Don't take things for granted, Niall. You had a lot going for you, you really did." His wife dropped her head and let a sob rock through her as he quietly added, "I want both of you out of here in an hour."

With that, he spun around and locked himself in his bedroom, slamming the door shut after him. Niall's mom stood in the doorway for a moment longer, getting one last long look at her son. She didn't know when she'd see him next, if she ever were to see him again, at all. As if in shame, Niall dropped his head and his mom looked away, too. She wanted so badly for everything to be the way it was when Niall was a little boy. She thought it was perfect then; when he was young and knew nothing other than to obey whatever his parents said. But it wasn't like that anymore and it was becoming harder for her to grasp than she thought it would be. Her family was growing up. She was getting older, her husband was getting older. And so were her kids. Greg had long moved out of the house and now she wouldn't even have Niall around anymore, either. Her house was lonely with just her and her husband, and it felt empty without two energetic little boys running through it. She was starting to feel her age.