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Niall Imagine for @demi_k

Niall Imagine for Demi. Sorry it took so long! :)

***Demi's P.O.V.***

Niall had been yelling on the phone for hours with someone from Management, and I had kept a safe distance, knowing that Niall got a little bit frustrated when he was in an argument with Management. I don't even know what the fight was about, but I could hear Niall yelling all the way from upstairs.

Finally, the yelling stopped, and I tentatively poked my head out of the kitchen, not able to see Niall in the living room. Knowing he must still be upstairs, I grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked up the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible.

I knocked lightly on the door, poking my head in. "Hey," I said, noticing how Niall was pacing back and forth across the room, his hands running angrily through his hair. He ignored my greeting, opting to pace instead of talk. "I brought you a beer."

He stopped in front of me, staring at me for a full three seconds before grabbing the beer and opening it, taking a swig of it and not even bothering to thank me. I sighed lightly before sitting gently on the edge of the bed. "So what was that about?"

"I don't feel like talking, Demi," Niall grumbled, gulping down another mouthful of beer.

"Okay, but I deserve to know if something's bothering you. Whenever you feel like talking, of course."

Niall groaned, slamming his half full beer on the desk and causing drops of beer to spatter over the hardwood. "Will you stop talking for, like, 5 seconds? I'm already annoyed as hell! I don't need you breathing down my neck and pressuring me to talk!"

I felt my eyes widen comically as my jaw dropped. "I'm annoying now? Niall, I haven't been the one yelling into a phone for two hours! And I said you can talk when you're ready," I exclaimed, watching as Niall stopped in his tracks and stared at me.

"You're actually defending yourself right now?!"

"Wha-. Niall, I've done nothing wrong!"

Niall laughed, a short, humorless sound that echoed through the now quiet house. "Fine. You wanna know what the argument was about? It was about you. Management wants me to break up with you or hide you or something!"

"Why would they want that?" I asked angrily, crossing my arms. I was half-peeved at Niall for being a jerk, but I was also peeved at Management too. They should have no say in Niall's love life. That should be between Niall and his girlfriend, which would be me.

"I dunno! Maybe they think you're annoying! Or clingy! Or embarrassing!"

"Excuse me!"

"Or all of the above," he continued on, and I scowled at him.

"What about you? Why is it that they only had bad things to say about me? What about how silly you are? Or immature? Or jerky?" I rattled off, watching Niall's face grow redder and redder. "Rude. Loud. Inconsiderate." I immediately stopped talking as I felt a burn on my cheek.

I blinked once, holding a hand to my cheek as I felt myself collapse back onto the bed. Did Niall just hit me? Over some silly insults? No, that's not even a valid reason for it.

"Demi," I heard Niall protest weakly, but even his voice sent shivers up my spine. I gulped once, and I jumped out of my skin when I felt a hand grasp my shoulder gently. I whimpered, squealing lightly before wrenching out of Niall's grip and racing down the stairs. I heard Niall calling my name as he chased me, but that only made me run faster and freak out more.

"Demi!" he yelled, just as I reached the bathroom. I ran in, slamming the door behind me and locking it to make sure he couldn't get in.

I always had felt safe with Niall. He was always the one to comfort me when the hate got too much or when I had a bad day at work or at school. This was the first and hopefully ever time that I felt scared of the boy who had promised to protect me whenever.

I stood up from my stooped over position so that I was standing in front of the mirror. I heard Niall let loose a string of cuss words, followed by the sounds of the fridge closing and pots clanging together.

I observed my cheek, sniffling as I did so. Thankfully, it was only red, and I don't like it was going to bruise very badly, if it even bruised at all. I sighed, washing my face lightly before just leaning against the counter and reevaluating my life.

After about half an hour, I heard all the banging and clanging stop, so I tentatively opened the door and peeked outside. I stepped out, my eyes landing on the dining room, which was dimmed by a few candles sitting on the table. Niall sat on one end with a plate of waffles stacked in front of him and a glass of water resting there too. Across the table from him was another plate and glass filled exactly the same way.

"Uh, I made dinner," he said nervously, and I bit my lip, shyly walking over toward him and taking my seat. "Look, Demi, I am so sorry. I shouldn't have been drinking and I shouldn't have taken my anger out at you. And I know it's wrong to hit someone you love, but I love you so fucking much. And I'm so sorry. I regret it so much," Niall apologized, tears spilling from his eyes.

"Niall," I mumbled, reaching over and wiping his eyes. "I forgive you. Doesn't mean I like it, but I love you too much to leave you or anything."

"I don't deserve you," Niall mumbled. "I just got so mad at Management for wanting me to hide you or lie to the fans about you just to help our image and get more attention and stuff. I love you too much to hurt you like that, and look! I hurt you all by myself!" he said, his voice cracking.

"Niall, it's over. It's done. I forgive you, and I trust that you'll never do it again," I said, kissing him lightly, and he nodded vigorously. "Now let's eat this scrumptious dinner you made, yeah?"

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Here you go, Demi! Sorry it's a little on the shorter side. I'm not feeling too well.

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