One Direction Imagines

Its More Than Regret (Niall Horan) -Sad.

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WARNING: DEATH

“You're what?” Niall stops chewing his lasagna after the person sitting across him spoke. She lets go of her grip from Niall’s hand, lips quivering. “I’m pregnant, Niall. A-Aren’t you happy?” [Y/N] desperately asked him, tears breaming on her eyes.

Thirty minutes ago when Niall picked her up from her flat, he would think [Y/N] looked like a beauty queen even if he was in a foul mood. The dark blue, sleeveless dress that drops down her knees does its justice to her perfect body. But now, he just can’t. So this is why she sounds so hopeless when she phoned him for a dinner date. No kidding, he WOULD be happy if he were 25 years old or what, but at this age? At 20 years old and the highest stage of his career? The thought was out of the list.

[Y/N]’s eyes find Niall’s usually blue eyes turning darker any minute. And she was afraid. She thought he would be happy, because he was always loved kids and such. He also spoke a lot about having kids of himself with her in the future. Silly me, she thought. She should’ve prevented Niall to touch her a month ago when he came home in an awfully drunken state.

She moved her gaze to the black pumps she wears that somehow now she founds more interesting. “O-oh okay then, sweetheart. When will you go to the doctor?” Niall asked her in a voice she never thought existed. Niall was angry, but he managed to hide it and somehow his voice was different.

“Doctor? What for? I had it confirmed yesterday, I don’t think I would need another appointment sooner,” [Y/N] gulped, afraid of something that Niall would say next.

Niall chuckled darkly, “for taking it off of you, princess.” The usually chippy chapper girl is crying inside as she heard what her boyfriend of two years had said.

After the uncomfortable silence and two abandoned plates of food, [Y/N] finally spoke. “I don’t want to kill this baby. It’s half you and half me, Niall,” this time, her voice grew louder that she doesn’t care if those rich people who are eating in this restaurant hear her. Niall rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, pressing his anger, but failing as [Y/N] continued. She sobs, “don’t you love me, Ni?”

The irish blonde slams the white clothed table with both hands, standing up. “I love you, [Y/N]! But I can’t have..” He gestures his hands on [Y/N]’s tummy animatedly, “this, right now, my caree-”

“YOUR career?! Ni, have you ever thought anything aside your career?” She snaps. “I shouldn’t let you touch me when you’re in a drunken state. It was a mistake. I-if you don’t want this baby, then we’re done, Niall. I will never kill MY own flesh and blood. Goodbye Horan,” [Y/N] stood up with teary-eyed, and left him stood there with thirty pairs of eyes staring at him.

As soon as he realized what just happened, he threw a hundred pounds and moved his feet to the door. The love of his life is nowhere to be seen and anxiety runs trough his body. “[Y/N]! Princess?!” He moves his gaze to every corner of his sight, only to find people crowding the London street. When Niall about to press a speed dial, he heard people’s hysterical voices not far from where he stands. A loud screech followed by another and then, there were fire rising in the middle of the street.

Niall dropped his phone, fear crawling underneath his vein as he pushes past trough the crowd. There,[Y/N] laid, still in her beautiful blue dress, barely breathing. “NO!” Niall screamed, running to where his princess is. The hysterical cry he lets out silenced all people around the scenery. “Stay there, Princess. You’re gonna be okay. You’re BOTH will be okay. I NEED you to be okay,” his shoulder moves up and down as he sobs.