One Direction Imagines

Niall Horan - The Threats

*Kirsten's P.O.V :

"Thank you for this wonderful night babe. Thank you for being a part of my life" Niall pressed his warm lips against mine. "I love you" I said "Thanks for the lift". He pulled me in a sweet and tight embrace and I let my head rest on his chest for a while. Then he lifted my chin to be able to gaze into my eyes. He was well aware of my constant worries about what people said about me, about us. Cause as he always said, now it was "us" who were important. "I am the luckiest Irish fellow of all times" he whispered. "My Irish fellow.." I answered softly. He gave me a quick peck and got back to his car. I watched his car as it turned at the corner of my street. Then I entered my house. I put my back against the door, droped my bag, and smiled widely. My heart was still racing in my chest as it always did when I saw this man. The man I loved. How come he could make me feel like this each and every time? I took my coat off and threw it on the couch. It was too late, I would tidy the mess the next morning. I put on my pajamas, tied my hair in a bun and sat on my bed. I grabbed my phone and oppened twitter. Pictures of me and Niall at Nando's earlier in the night were already spreading all over my timeline. Some sweet comments such as "I ship them so hard" made me smile. I knew Niall didn't like it when I explored any social network because he was always scared of how I might react. His smiling face appeared in my mind. I smiled, and continued scrolling for a while when something catched my eyes. A tweet saying "Niall is mine, you get your hands off of him!". Followed a link. I clicked on it, it was a full blog filled with life threat or insults towards me. I knew I had to stop reading it but I couldn't help but let my eyes wander on the page. The tears which filled my eyes moments earlier started to run silently down my cheeks.

*Niall's P.O.V : While driving I replayed the night in my mind like a movie. It had been a great night. Then again it was always great to spend time with her. No, great wasn't the word... Perfect. Yes, perfect was pretty much it. But this particular night had been at the top of perfection! No inconvenient events had occured, no, nothing, it had just been a moment out of time. I turned the sound on and started to sing out loud in harmony with the radio. As I was about to reach the high way my phone rang. It was a text from Liam : "Dude, I dunno if you saw this whole twitter and blog thing but you should check on your girlfriend, she must be really worked up now". For one moment I wondered what he was talking about and why she hadn't asked me to come over, but I dismissed this thought and immediatly headed back to hers. When I arrived, I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again. Still nothing. I frowned. I gave a quick look behind me before walking around the house to try and enter by the back door. Once there I opened the door slowly, sneaked inside the house, and closed it behind me. I walked in her room to find a sobbing Kirsten, on her bed, fresh tears all over her pillow and her face. I hesitated for just a moment. Seeing this helpless beauty cry just teared my heart appart. I approached softly, put my hand on her arm and started carressing it softly.

*Kirsten's P.O.V :

I don't know how much time I had been crying when I felt soft caresses on my arm. I sat up on my bed, and saw his sweet face, full of worries. He didn't say anything but his eyes were begging me to stop crying like that, to stop hurting myself by reading those things. Our eyes locked. He took off his shoes, his coat and his shirt to feel more at ease and sat on the bed in front of me. At first I thought he would ask me why I kept reading such horrors, but he didn't. He just wrapped his arms around me. His presence, the sensation of his body pressed against mine immediatly calmed me down. I sighed. He kissed me. A very gently kiss, but also filled with all the love and passion he could give me. I let my body relax in his arms. He layed down and I snuggled close to him. He started whispering sweet nothings and playing with his fingertips on my cheeks. He saw that all this wasn't enough to stop my tears from falling. He tightened his embrace and kissed me slowly. Then he got up and turned the light on. I watched the bare skin of his back while he left the room.

*Niall's P.O.V : I couldn't stand seeing her like this and not being able to calm her down. I stopped in the middle of the corridor, passed my fingers through my hair and pulled the hair on my neck. I concentrated on the pain not to scream with anger and sadness. I went into the living room and looked around me. I remembered about a box of old stuff we had used to disguise ourselves for halloween. I opened it and chose a ginger beard and a pair of glasses. I got back to Kirsten's room to find she hadn't even moved an eyelash. When I entered and she saw my ridiculous outfit her eyes widened and a small smile appeared on her face. A feeling of relief ran through my body as she laughed when I started gesticulating and singing.

*Kirsten's P.O.V : He always knew how to cheer me up, he always knew how to make me laugh even in the moments when I didn't even want to smile. He had made his best to look as ridiculous as possible with this beard and the way he moved, but there still was something sensual in his movements. And the fact that he only wore a pair of pants and that is chest was completely bare added to this. I got up, I really don't know where I found the strengh to do so. I felt drained from crying. My eyes were red and puffy and a terrible headache was threatening to arrive. I took the beard and glasses off of his face and whispered "You might be Irish but I prefer when you don't try to be the look-alike of a leprechaun" he smiled, placed an arm under my knee and the other on my back, and lifted me up. He carried me all the way back to my bed where he gently put me down. He joined me and we snuggled close to each other. I fell asleep feeling his breath in my neck and his arms around me.