Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Little Things

I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile.
"So I told the wise gu- Y/N! I haven't even told the joke, quit laughing!" Niall laughed uncontrollably.

This of course only made you laugh harder. Finally that laughed died down to just a very wide smile. Until that dropped from your face because of the mirror beside you. You will never love the fact that every time you smile there are small 'adorable' (as Niall calls them) crinkles.

"Babe, stop!" Niall warned sending you a pointed look.

He already knew why the joyful smile had dropped from your face so abruptly and he hated it when you did that.

"They're horrible looking!" You cried.

"They are not, they remind me of sprinkles, adorable little pellets of sugar!" Niall cooed in an unmanly voice.

You giggled through a sob.

"You really think so?" You asked smiling.

"Of course. So as I was sayin', so I said to the wise guy..."
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You've never loved your stomach and your thighs.
You stood in the mirror frowning deeply at the image you saw. Your boyfriend may see a fit figure. A women fit for being a model. A beautiful women inside and out. But you... You saw a fat girl with thunder thighs. Once a kid passed you and called you Thunder Thighs. Niall told you he doesn't think that kid can even talk anymore. You get the picture.

"Baaaaabe!" Niall whined upon the discovery of you worrying about your weight.

"The doctor told me I need to lose some weight," you sniffed wiping away the new set of tears that were trying to push their way out of your big eyes.

"Well f-ck him. All I've heard from that doctor is s-it about nothing. F-CK HIM Y/N!"

"I love you..." You sighed heavily.

"I love you too, just the way you are,"

Niall was firm with his answer. Telling you that he meant what he said and said what be meant.
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You can't go to bed without a cup of tea, and maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep. And all those conversions are the secrets that I keep, though out makes no sense to me.
Niall POV
Y/N mumbled sleepily into my blue hoodie. We had been laying in bed as she sipped on tea. Honestly I think that's why she mumbled in her sleep but it was the most adorable thing she ever does.

"I... love you," she sighed dreamily.

"Are you asleep?" I asked quietly.

No answer. Actually this was my answer. She mumbled again and then giggled quietly.

"Niall stop... You're making me laugh."

I covered my mouth top stifle my own giggle. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, strands of small, wavy baby hairs poked or from the sides and her fly aways stuck up on top. She looked adorable and so fragile and innocent.

"Don't ever change, and definitely don't stop drinking tea before bed," I demanded even though she couldn't hear me.
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I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape.
"Delete it!" You demanded.

Harry had recorded you while you were pretending to be a chef on a TV show for the boys.

"No! Why? Camera shy?" Harry joked.

"No... I don't likethesoundofmyvocieontape," you mumbled so the boys wouldn't hear you.

Niall smirked at you and got up patting your back.

"Princess, they don't care! You're my girlfriend if they judge you, I'll kill them."

You giggled and explained that you didn't like the sound of your voice on tape the boys laughed but agreed.
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You never want to know how much you weigh.
Alright so this time you weigh-"

"I don't wanna know!" You stopped the doctor. "I don't need to know the amount of weight I've gained since last time."

"You've actually lost," the doctor smiled before darting from the room to grab your medicine.
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You still have to squeeze into your jeans but you're perfect to me.
"I can't..." You sobbed into Niall's jean jacket.

"Can't what?" He asked chuckling.

"THIS ISN'T FUNNY! I can't even fit into my jeans anymore." You sobbed hysterically.

"Hey, there's no need to get so worked up over it. Show me."
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You never treat yourself right darlin' but I want ya to. If I let ya know I'm here for you maybe you'll love yourself like I love you.
You quickly ran your wrist under the water, watching the now light red liquid swirl down the drain. You winced as the cold water leaked into your fresh wounds.

"Y/N are you okay in there? You've been on there a long time," Niall asked startling you.

"Uhhh... Uhhh... Don't come in! I'm ummm... throwing up!" You warned not even thinking.

"You're what now? No don't answer that! I'm coming in," with that the door saying open as you threw your hand behind your back.

"Princess... Wha- what's this?" Niall asked picking up the small blade you would use.

"I'M SO SORRY!" You sobbed showing him your wrist. "I don't know how to stop!"

It was like a drug to you. A drug that makes everything better. It replaces the pain that out feel in the real world with the pain of being cut. And it was scarily satisfying.

"I'm here for you, never forget that. If you ever need me- or any of the boys," Niall motioned to the door. "Talk to us, Liam! He will always be there for you. Harry too! Louis will help and he'll make you laugh doing it. Just please don't do this!"

"I won't," you hugged Niall and watched as he bandaged your wrists.
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Random Question of the Chapter:
What's a place you'd like to visit or move?
Paris and Ireland

Random Fact of the Chapter:
The "cheerleader effect", the theory that girls look more attractive in groups, is scientifically proven.

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