Niall Horan Imagines

Flicker of Hope

You and Niall have been married for almost 6 years now. From high school sweethearts to lifelong partners.

Your love had always been deep and unwavering. You built dreams together, promised forever, and when you both finished school and found stable jobs, marriage felt like the natural next step.

There was never a doubt in your heart that Niall was you first and greatest love.

In the beginning, your love was like a fairytale—warm, comforting, safe, and full of joy. The house echoed with laughter, soft whispers in the night, and unbreakable promises. But as the years passed, something changed.

The love was still therr, buried beneath the weight of unspoken words, growing misunderstandings, and fights that never seemed to end.

Your home, once a place of love and safety, had become a battlefield.

Nights were spent in silence, backs turned away from each other. Mornings were cold, filled with tension so thick it was suffocating. Every fight left you feeling emptier, and every night, you found yourself crying alone, asking yourself — how did it come to this? This wasn't the life you imagined. This wasn't the marriage you dreamed of.

The night came. Another fight. Another round of hurtful words thrown carelessly with each other, wounds that cut deeper than either of you intended. But this time, something inside you snapped.

"Let's break up!" you suddenly screamed, your voice breaking and your shaking nervously.

Silence. A crushing, suffocating silence. Niall stood frozen, staring at you like you had just shattered his entire world.

Tears streaming down your cheeks as your voice wavered. "I am so tired, Niall. I'm exhausted from all of this. This isn't what I dreamed for us. We used to be so happy and calm... What happened to us?" You took a shaky breath, your hands trembling. "I can't do this anymore. I think we need time apart."

You turned away, you heart pounding, your sobs uncontrollable. You didn't truly mean it. You didn't want to leave. But at that moment, the pain was unbearable, and you thought — maybe this was the only way to stop hurting each other.

The next morning, you packed your bags. With each item you folded, a piece of your heart felt like it was breaking. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. But you couldn't stay, not when all you did was hurt each other.

When you stepped our of the bedroom, Niall was there. Sitting on the couch, gripping a half-empty glass, his head down. His eyes were red, swollen, filled with the same pain you felt.

You avoided his gaze and walked towards the door, determined to leave before your resolve crumbled. But then—

"(Y/N)." He spoke. His voice weak, desperate, sad.

You turned around, and before you could react, his arms wrapped around you, holding you so tightly it nearly took your breath away. He was shaking. He was breaking. And in that moment, you realized — so were you.

"I'm sorry." he whispered. His voice cracking. "I can't lose you. I can't live without you. I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. And I hate myself for it. Please... don't leave me."

His grip tightened, as if letting go would mean losing you forever. Tears blurred your vision.

"Niall..." you breathed out, placing your hands on his arms, trying to push him away, but he only held you tighter.

"I swear, I'll change," he pleaded, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I'll bring back what we used to have. I'll fight for us. Just give me one more chance."

You hesitated, your heart battling with your mind. Finally, you stepped back, looking deep into his tear-filled eyes. "I didn't really mean to say those words last night," you admitted, your voice trembling.

"I still love you, but Niall... you broke my heart. You hurt me." you inhaled shakily. "If you truly want to fix this, if you truly want to change, then I'll give you a chance. But I can't promise it'll be easy. We need time. We need space."

A flicker of hope lit up in his eyes, even as tears continued to fall.

"I understand," he whispered. His hands found yours, holding them as if they were his last lifeline. "Thank you for giving me another chance. I promise I won't waste it... No matter how long it takes, I'll make things right. I'll start over, from the beginning. I'll court you again, just like Idid before."

Then he pulled you into one final embrace. His lips pressed against your forehead, lingering there as if engraving his promise into your soul.

"I'll never make you cry again," he vowed, his voice barely above a whisper. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his embrace, allowing yourself to believe — just for a moment.

"I hope so... I really hope, Niall," you murmured. As you walked away, your heart felt heavy, but a small spark of relief settled within you. The road ahead wouldn't be easy. The wounds wouldn't heal overnight.

Trust wouldn't be rebuilt in an instant. But as you held onto Niall's promises, you chose to believe that maybe—just maybe—he would fight for you, for your love, and for the future you once dreamed of together. Only time would tell if he would truly keep his words. But for now, you chose to hope.

A/N:
Surprise! Been a while lovers! It's good to be back i guess😅

I'm sorry but this might be so short, I only started writing once again after few years later so bear with me.

I hope you're all doing well and happy! Stay hydrated & keep safe x

Anyway, Have a lovely day beautiful people! <3

All the Love, E.