Niall Horan Imagines

35. Jealousy

"Niall, I'm leaving now!"  You call from the entry way of your house.

"Where are you going again?"  Niall asks coming in from the living room.

"I'm going to meet Spencer," your twin brother, "and some of our friends for lunch.  I'll be back in a couple hours.  Are you sure your going to be okay?  I can stay home..."  Niall was a bit under the weather.  So he choose to stay home instead of going with you and getting everyone else sick.

"No no.  Go, have fun with your mates."  He insists.

"Okay."  You agree but somewhat doubtfully.

You have an enjoyable lunch with your brother and your friends.  It's great catching up your friends and learning what they're all up to.  After lunch you all head to a park to romp around like use to.

"Y/N catch!"  Robin calls as the Frisbee flys toward you.   You catch as Eric runs towards and you just barely throw it back to Robin before Eric tackles you.  You both fall to the ground, shrieking with laughter.  

"Get off me!!"  You laugh, trying to push him off you.  He grins, rolls off, stands and holds out a hand to help you up.

"I call a foul against the boys for tacking!"  protests Marie.

"She should have run!"  argues Spencer.  "All she does is stand there!"  Suddenly he runs toward you and you shriek as he picks you up over his shoulder and spins you around.

"Spencer!  Put me down!"  Surprisingly he listens and you all get back to your game of Frisbee.

An hour later you come home exhausted, but happy.   "Niall!  I'm home!!"  You take off your shoes and head to the living room and dropping your purse on the coffee table.  "Niall?" You pause, listening.

"Niall?"  You call again, this time heading to the bedroom.  "Niall!  Why didn't you answer me?"  Niall looks up from his phone an unreadable expression flashing across his face.

"Sorry.  I got was a bit distracted."  He murmurs.

"Oh.  Okay."  You come and crawl up onto the bed next to him.  "You feeling any better?"

He shrugs.  "A bit.  How was your day?"

You grin.  "It was great!  I had a ball!  It was so wonderful to be with everyone again!"

"That's great.  So, who all was there?"

"Spencer, Robin, Marie, Meg, Tom, Eric and I."  You rattle off.

Niall nods.  "Some of us are meeting up for brunch tomorrow , will you be able to join us?"  You ask.

"Can't, have some work I need to finish."  You nod understanding.

The next afternoon, you're cleaning in the kitchen when Niall comes home.  "Hi babe, how was work?"  You ask and give him a kiss.

"Good.  How was brunch?"  He asks, that same unreadable expression as yesterday flashing across his face.

"It was fun!  I missed you though, doing these things aren't as much fun without you there."

Niall smiles, slightly.  "Was uh, Eric, there?"

"Yeah.  Why?"  You stare at him confused.  What is going with him?  He shrugs and leaves.  "Hey, wait."  You call, running after him.  "What's wrong?

"Nothing."  Why is he lying?  You know somethings wrong.  Niall sees the look on your face, sighs and sits on the couch. "You and Eric... you dated in high school and college?"

You sit down next to him.  "Yeah, for about but we broke up because we realized we didn't love each other and were better off as friends."

"Yeah but..."

"You don't believe me?"  you ask, hurt.

Niall pull up a picture on his phone, "It doesn't like like he thinks of you as just a friend."

It was a picture from the day before, taken after Eric had tackled you.  "Where did these come from?" You question, completely confused.

Niall shrugs and avoids looking you in the eyes.  "I don't know.  Some fans sent them to me, worried you were cheating on me."

"Awe, Niall.  Look at me."  You urge snuggling up closer to him.  After he finally looks you in the face, you say seriously, "I would never cheat on you.  I love you.  These pictures, taken out context.  I'm not cheating on you.  I promise."

Niall nods, smiling slightly.  "I know.  I'm sorry for doubting you.  The thought of losing you was terrifying and I guess I let it go to my head."  You cup his cheek and he leans in to give a soft passionate kiss.  "I love you."  He whisper, after the kiss, leaning his forehead on yours.

"I love you too."