One Direction Imagines

I've Got You (Niall Horan)

WARNING: SELF HARM

You came home late in the afternoon after a long day at school. Almost everything went wrong today and again you were stopped by a few fans who said you were too fat and ugly and didn’t deserve Niall. You were hurt and exhausted and after you dropped your bags you saw Niall coming into the hallway, pulling you into a hug.

“Hey, princess.” He murmured into your hair before he pulled back a little from the hug to look at you, smiling. “How was school today?” You sighed quietly. “Pretty exhausting, to be honest.” You forced yourself to smile a little since you didn’t want to bother Niall with your insecurities. “Oh, really? Do you want me to buy some food? We could watch some movies together.” His expression softened. You smiled, it was real this time, but shook your head. “Thanks, Ni…but I guess I’ll just take a shower and go to bed. Next time, okay?” He pouted a little before laughing quietly. “Okay, love.” He said and kissed your forehead before walking back into the livingroom.

You walked upstairs into the bathroom and undressed yourself. You stood in front of the mirror, studying your body critically and squeezing your hips and stomach, your arms and thighs. Tears started to form in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks before you quickly wiped them away and got into the shower, turning it on and the hot water running down your skin. Again you looked down at your body and suddenly you couldn’t hold it back any longer. Tears started to stream down your face and you began to sob quietly, not wanting to let Niall hear you. After a few minutes of sobbing you literally broke down onto the ground of the shower, leaning your back against the wall and closing your eyes as your crying became louder. You started to dig your nails into your stomach and thighs, scratching your skin in frustration and despair.

Suddenly you heard a knock at the bathroom door. “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” You heard Niall’s voice, filled with concern. “I thought I heard you crying.” Your eyes widened a little and you took a deep breath, attempting to calm down a little. “N-No, I’m..I’m fine..” You stuttered, trying to sound as normal as possible but still choking out your words. “But you don’t sound like you are, (Y/N). I’m coming in, yeah?” “No, Niall..wait..” You said hastily and tried to get up but the bathroom door already opened.

Niall froze as he saw you on the ground, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Princess…” He whispered, his voice trembling a little as he looked at your small body, the red scratches visible on your skin and your eyes red and puffy from crying. You didn’t say anything, holding back another sob.

He exhaled shakily and grabbed a towel before walking into the shower and sitting down next to you, his clothes getting soaked since the water was still pouring down on you but he didn’t care. He wrapped the towel around your small frame and pulled you into him, planting a few soft kisses into your hair and the arm wrapped around your shoulder rubbing your skin soothingly. You buried your head into his chest, sobbing quietly and clinging onto his now wet sweater.

“Shh, it’s okay princess, it’s okay…” Niall murmured over and over again, trying to calm you down. After a while you pulled away from him a little, looking up at him with your red and puffy eyes. You noticed Niall’s face was stained with tears as well. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, your voice cracking. He smiled weakly at you and cupped your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs softly. “Don’t be.” He said quietly. “Why..” He gulped down a sob. “Wh-what’s wrong, (Y/N)?” You looked down at your hands and took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. “I-I..it’s just too much, school a-and the hate..everything is too much…” You choked out, new tears already rolling down your cheeks. “Hey, hey…” Niall quickly wiped them away again, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “I’ve got you babe, okay? I’ve got you…” You smiled weakly and leaned your forehead against his.

“Thank you, Niall, I..I love you.” You whispered. “I love you, too.” He whispered back, brushing his lips over yours, barely touching them. You leaned in closer, fully connecting your lips and kissing him lovingly. He chuckled a little into the kiss. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, hm?” He mumbled against your lips before pulling back slightly, looking into your eyes. “Sounds good to me.” You smiled before he lifted you up and carried you into your bedroom.

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