One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Niall Imagine for @Dianna_Styles

Niall Imagine for Dianna :) It's deceiving because her username has Styles in it and she wants a Niall imagine smh

***Dianna's P.O.V***

"Hey, Dianna, is it okay if the lads come over later tonight? They wanna talk about the album," Niall asked, walking into the kitchen as I was preparing to make pasta for the two of us tonight.

I sighed, glancing down at my small pot. "Yeah, sure. I'll just, like, quadruple the recipe, right?" I chuckled.

Niall laughed, hurrying over to plant a sloppy kiss on my cheek. "You're the best, Princess!"
he yelled out before leaving the kitchen.

As I stirred the pasta and prepared to make the giant salad, I felt my phone buzz from my pocket. Taking it out and unlocking it, I saw I had yet another text from Y/EX/N.

Coming over. Please be home. SOS

I sighed and rolled my eyes lightly. Y/EX/N and I had broken up well over a year ago, and I had started dating Niall shortly after while Y/EX/N got together with another girl. However, over the last few weeks, Y/EX/N was having trouble in paradise, and he always came to me for advice. This would be the fifth time this month that he came over the house looking for help. And I gave it to him. Help, that is. We had ended on mutual terms, and I like to think of myself as a good person. Niall, on the other hand, wouldn't see things from my point of view as easily if he caught Y/EX/N here. 

I heard a car pull into the driveway and then a soft knock sounded on the door. "Dianna, who's that?" Niall called from upstairs.

"No one. Just a package!" I hollered back before opening the door and standing outside with Y/EX/N/. "Alright, what is it now?" I whispered.

"Why are you whispering?"

"Does it matter?"

"No, I guess not," he responded, scratching the back of his neck. "Uh, Ash and I are having trouble again. She, like, searched my phone and found my messages to you, and now she thinks I'm cheating on her with you. And I told her I wasn't, and she said she believed me. But then she went out to clear her head or something so I followed her, and she went to this club and started dancing with all those people, and I got jealous."

"So what do you need help with?"

Y/EX/N looked at me hopefully, and I shifted uncomfortably. This can't be good. "I want you to go out with me and pretend we're flirting or something so I can make Ashley jealous."

I felt my mouth drop open, and I knew my answer before I even said it out loud to him. "Y/EX/N, sorry, but no." Usually he asked me for advice on ways to apologize or good ideas for birthday gifts. He's never gone as far as to ask me to pretend to cheat on my boyfriend so that I could make his current girlfriend a little jealous. "I can't help you with this one. Just tell her the truth. If she really loves you, she'll believe you and trust you."

Y/EX/N nodded, looking a little dejected that he couldn't go through with his master scheme. He turned to leave, but I called out his name just as he reached his car. "I can't keep doing this though. Lying to Niall and talking to you behind our back. You're going to have to start working out relationship problems by yourself. Or ask Google for help. Just, please, stop coming over all the time and texting me," I guiltily requested.

Y/EX/N nodded sadly before shooting you a smile and climbing into his car, driving away. Glad I got that off my chest, I went back inside and finished preparing dinner.

I had just finished pouring the sauce over the pasta when Liam, Harry, and Louis all walked in, cheering and yelling. "Hi, Dianna," Liam smiled, hugging me tightly.