One Direction Imagines

Niall (Prove It) *Dirty*

The clock on the wall chimed next to me, signally that it was now 4 in the morning. I yawned and wiped the tears from my bloodshot eyes, realizing that i'd been sitting next to the front door for exactly 6 hours, waiting for Niall to come back home. I'd never seen him so angry before, though I suppose I did push him over the edge. But that girl.. She was everywhere with him. And he kept insisting they were just friends but the magazines and internet always said otherwise. I wanted to trust him but it felt like everyone around me was trying to convince me that something was wrong. He threatened to leave me a few months ago if I ever accused him of being with her once more, so I stopped... Until things got worse. Pictures of the two of them surfaced while he was away on tour, and I couldn't understand why she was there and I wasn't. He would always be too busy to skype and days turned into weeks without even a single call. I didn't want to be clingy, so I tried to distract myself until he returned, hoping things would go back to normal.. But they didn't. He was always out with the boys and began hanging around more and more girls, which would have been fine if it weren't for the drunken photos of him almost on-top of them. I swallowed and winced at the burn in my throat, the words that I yelled at him now attacking me as well. I shouldn't have burst like that, but I'd kept it all bottled up inside for so long. We rarely talked or had sex or did anything together anymore, and I missed the old Niall. I missed the boy I once fell in love with. I looked up from where I sat on the floor as the front door opened. Niall walked in and shut it quietly behind him before stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of me. His eyes were just as red as mine; his cheeks stained with tears. "I'm sorry." He whispered, his voice cracking as he looked down at his feet. I simply sat there, thinking of all the words he'd said before he walked out. "Was she not home?" I played with a piece of my hair, trying to focus on the strand without crying, wondering if he really meant his apology. The floor creaked as he walked over to me, offering his hand. I grabbed onto it and allowed him to pull me up, though I stepped back as soon as I was in front of him. "She doesn't matter." He whispered, reaching out to move a fallen strand of hair behind my ear. "You do." "Then where were you for six hours?" I looked up, trying to understand where we went wrong. "And what about all those nights where you were away on tour and I was here?" I paused as my eyes began to fill with tears. "All those nights I was alone and you didn't even think to call to let me know you loved me." I pushed past him, making my way to our bedroom. All I wanted to do was be alone, but he was always just a few steps behind me. He shut the door as we entered the room, and I spun around to face him. "Do you not love me anymore Niall? Because I can't spend another sleepless night playing 'he loves me; he loves me not.' only to find out I still don't have the answer!" I brought my hands up to my face and began to cry, not able to hold it in any longer. "I can't do it anymore Ni." "Hey." He whispered, closing the gap between us and prying my hands from my face. "There is no one in this entire world who I love more than I love you." He paused, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "No one." He repeated over and over again, trying to carve the words into me. I took a deep breath and let my lips glide along his, the hole in my chest slowly being filled by his words. But I needed more than that. I needed him to show it, because words can only stretch so far. "Prove it." I whispered against his lips, sealing the command as they crashed together. He brought his hands down to my hips, holding me in place as he ran kisses over my tear-stained cheeks, and then down to my jaw where he traced the outline with his lips. I threw my head back slightly as he moved down to my neck, sucking on the delicate skin. He ran his tongue from my collar bone up to the center of my neck, kissing the area before leaving his mark. He pulled away and sat down on the edge of the bed, motioning me forward. I stood between his legs as he ran his hands from my waist down to my hips and finally around my ass, pulling me closer. I looked down at him and bit my bottom lip between my teeth, never breaking eye-contact as he slowly ran his hands over my ass and down my legs, dragging my panties with along with them. I let them slide to the floor and stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. He got up from the bed and motioned for me to lie down with my back on the pillow before kneeling between my legs. My breathing grew shaky as I looked down to see him positioning himself so that his head was right at my entrance, and I got goosebumps as his hair brushed along the inside of thighs before being replaced by his lips. He kissed up and down the smooth skin on each leg before wrapping his hands around the top of my thighs, holding me in place. I moaned out as he gently flicked his tongue against my clit, and my legs began to shake as he moved it down along my slit. I placed my hands over his, slightly interlocking them together as he slid his tongue past my folds. I tried to move my thighs together in reaction but his hands pried them apart less than a second later. He flicked his tongue around as his name slipped past my lips multiple times. I'd craved his touch for far too long. I pushed his head away and pulled him up onto the bed next to me, getting him to lie flat on his back. I pulled his shirt off followed by his pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. I sat between his legs and ran my hand along the material, feeling him harden under my touch. It strained against the fabric, the veins almost visible against the white of his underwear. I slowly pulled it down and watched as his length lifted up to his stomach, and I could feel myself dripping at the sight. It had been so long since we had sex, and I knew i'd craved him inside of me, I just didn't realize how badly until now. He groaned as I grabbed his dick in my hand, holding it upright as I positioned myself over it. I teasingly ran it along my slit, earning a few muttered curses from him. I gently pushed myself onto it, trying to adjust to the size. It had been so long that i'd forgotten just how big he was. I began to slowly slide up and down, balancing myself on my hands while I leaned over him. He threw his head back in pleasure, and I watched as his jaw clenched before letting out a lengthy moan. "Fucking hell (Y/N)" "Does that feel good Ni?" I ran my hand from his chin down the curve of his neck, watching as his adams apple contracted in response. He nodded his head, clearly unable to speak. I leaned down so my body was against his, and rested my lips against his ear. "I missed this." I whispered as he began thrusting his hips up into mine. "Me too, baby." He gently placed his hands on my ass, squeezing lightly as i brought my head up and attached our lips together, holding his head steady with my hands. I could taste myself on him, though there was also a mix of the familiar sweetness he always carried. I gasped as he hit my g-spot, feeling the pleasure rising inside of me. Before I could even react, he flipped me over so that I was on my back and he was on-top of me. He grabbed me by the waist and began kissing the side of my neck as he thrust hard and fast, continuously hitting the sensitive spot even as we were turned over. I grabbed on to his arm as I felt my orgasm rising inside of me, and I barely had time to react before i had no choice but to let go. I screamed out his name as the release washed through me, followed by my name slipping past his lips as he reached his own high. I dug my nails into his back as we pressed our bodies together, trying to contain the last bit of euphoria that we could grasp. When it was over I pulled the sheets above us to cover the lower-half of our bodies, and tucked myself against his chest. I wrapped my arm around his body and ran it through his hair, pushing his forehead against my own. He placed his hand on my back and ran soothing circles against the skin. "I love you." He whispered. "Forever." I felt the beating of his heart against my chest, and I allowed myself to slowly close my eyes. I drifted off to sleep from the mesmerizing pattern of his fingers along my back, and the silent hum of our favorite song slipping past his lips. I no longer dreamed about picking warn-out flowers and wondering wether or not he loved me. Because I no longer needed to. Everything I needed was right in front of me.