Niall Horan Imagines

Missing Him (Part 2)

Your POV

You poke around your plate of whats supposed to be a delicious breakfast. Your mothers phone rings and she excuses her self. You push away your plate.

"Dad may I please take my walk now?" you grumble. He only sighs but shakes his head yes. You smile my same fake smile then walk out of the house not forgetting my phone of course. As you make my way down to the park you can smell the near by coffee shop.  You smile at my familiar surroundings. You look up to see some one sitting in your hidden in plain sight hideout. Only Niall knows about it.  Another tear slips down my cheek at the thought of him. When did love have to become depressing. You look around and see couple every where all happy and lovey dovey. I guess its only depressing when you only see your boyfriend a couple months out of the year.  You walk over to your hideout to see the familiar brown root and blonde hair.

"Niall?"He looks up. His smile grew wider.

"NIALL!" you scream and run the rest of the way. You hug him and he picks you up and spins you. He carefully sets you down and smashes his lips on yours. He smiles in to the kiss. You mumble into his mother how much you have missed him. He grabs your waist and pulls you closer. He licks you lips but you deny. He squeezes your bum. Your shocked so you gasped at the certain move. He takes that chance to slip his tongue in. Your tongues battle for dominance for quite a while. But you give in and give him control. You pull back and take a deep breath in as you were literally at loss of breath.

"You don't know how much i've missed you" You pull him in to another hug. Your phone ruins the moment.  You sigh and look down. It read Aamom. You excuse your self.

"Where the hell have you been its almost 5." your mom asked in a harsh tone.

"I'm with someone call you back later" You mumbled into the phone. You shut my phone off and return back to Niall.

"I'm sorry my mom called." He just chuckles. It starts to rain. You look up and feel the rain beating against your face. You look back at Niall. He leans in and you do to. Your lips touch. It was slow and passionate. You could say it was...perfect.