Niall Imagines

You Fight, You Break Up

Imagine....

You sat on your bed and watched Niall try to tie the tie around his neck. "Here. Let me help," you said, sliding off the bed. Niall was getting ready for an awards show he was attending. The boys had won yet another award. You couldn't even remember what it was for. It was hard to keep up with. You fixed his tie and suit, making sure he looked fabulous. "I can't see why I can't come with you," you whined. "Baby. We've been over this. We have to pick a good time to announce we're together," Niall responded looking at hisself in the mirror.

You and Niall had been dating for about 3 months now snd you still hadn't been out in public with each other yet. He kept making excuses no matter how much you asked. It wasn't that you wanted the world to know that you were dating a popstar, you were just tired of sneaking around, getting hotel rooms, and not being able to be a normal couple.

"You can watch it here. It'll be live," Niall reassured. "It's not the same. I want to be there, in the audience, watching you receive your award." Niall turned to face you and placed his hands around your face. "Just the fact you're watching me here is good enough for me." He kissed your forehead and looked at his watch. "I gotta go. I'm running late." He said heading out your bedroom door. "Okay. I'll see you tonight?" You asked. "Definitely." And with that, he slipped out the back door.

The way he was so secretive about you, wad sort of offensive. It made you feel sleazy the way he used your back door, hoping no one will notice him. He changed your name in his phone to some guy's name, saying you were an old friend. You'd met the rest of the boys but as Niall's "friend". He didn't even tell them that he had a girlfriend. You just wanted a normal, healthy, happy relationship. You pushed the thoughts out of your head and turned on your tv and waited for the show to start.

Before the awards show started, the cameras were on the red carpet interviewing the celebrities making their way inside. You saw the boys walk up and the cameras were automatically on them. They looked fantastic, especially Niall. He had your full attention. The interviewer asked the usual questions: "What are you looking forward to most tonight?" "Which song are you preforming?" "You guys look fantastic. Who are you wearing?" There was one thing that bothered you. "So your girlfriends are really lucky to have such good looking boyfriends, Harry and Niall, you're single correct?" Harry and Niall looked at each other and laughed. "Yeah," Harry replied. Niall nodded in agreement. How could he smile and nod??? He has a girlfriend! She's at home instead of there because he's not ready to go public. He could've said anything. Did something. But he nodded. That ticked you off. You continued to watch the show. You saw them preform a song and win their award. After it went off, you were still pissed and kind of embarrassed. Why was he so against going public? Was he ashamed of you? What was going on?

About an hour later, Niall walked in the back door and you were still fuming on the couch. "Hey, babe." He said walking over, placing a kiss on the top of your head before going into your bedroom. You got up and followed him. He was getting his clothes out of his duffle bag, getting ready to change into his pajamas. "Did you watch the show?" He asked, not noticing you were upset. "Yeah. Watched the red carpet too. Saw your little interview." Niall finally caught on. "Come on. I didn't say anything." "That's the problem, Niall! Don't you think that would've been a good time to say, 'Actually yes. I do have a girlfriend. She's at home supporting me. Hey, babe' or anything?! But nope you just nodded!" "You're overreacting. It didn't mean anything." Niall hung up his suit in your closet and faced you. You were beginning to lose your patience with him. "It did mean something, Niall! I'm tired of this! I don't know why you're so hesitant with us going public! What's the problem?! You embarrassed of me!?" Niall walked over to you but you backed away. "I am not embarrassed of you, y/n." "Well it seems like it. I know that I'm not like Perrie. I can't sing I'm not talented. I'm not like Eleanor. I'm not a model. I'm just normal. I know I'm not good enough for you. But I cannot take this bullcrap anymore! I want to be with someone who isn't afraid of holding my hand in public or heck, even being seen with me in public! If you're not willing to do that, then I can't be with you anymore." Niall was stunned. "Y/N. I'm not embarrassed by you. It's complicated. The fans can be brutal sometimes. I want to protect you." "I understand that. But I'm a big girl! I can take it! I think I'm old enough to make that decision. But it's been too long. I'm tired of hiding and you don't seem to want to take that next step. I'm done. You can get your suit out of my closet, get your stuff out of my house, and sneak out the back door. Lets hope the paps don't get a picture of you leaving a random girls house. Wouldn't want them asking questions." "Don't do this. Don't be like this. Lets just sit and talk about it." "No! That's all I've done! I'm through talking. Get out of my house. Delete my number and leave my key on the counter." Niall got his belongings and made his way to the back door. He turned to look at you and said, "I'm sorry it had to end like this but you honestly don't know what you're talking about. See you later." He placed the key you had given him on the counter and walked out. Any other time, you would've been bawling your eyes out but you were surprisingly calm. You loved him so much but you were fed up. It didn't seem like he was going to change or do anything about it. But what did he mean you didn't know what you were talking about? See you later? You went over and picked up his key and put it in your desk drawer. You walked in your bedroom and saw how clean it was since Niall had got all his crap out of the floor. You sat on your bed and thought, "Well now what?"

To be continued