One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Niall Imagine for @writteninthedark

Niall Imagine for Veronica. I hope you like it!! Sorry it's a little late!!

***Veronica's P.O.V***

It was a week until our anniversary. Exactly a week from today. Niall and I had been dating for two years, and I really wanted the two year anniversary to be special. Niall meant everything to me, and I loved him with all my heart. We had met at one of the meet and greets when I had been walking out and tripped over my own two feet. Niall had caught me before I hit the ground, and had given me a cute smile, his braces catching the light, giving them a sparkle. It was Niall's suggestion to do a little proposal pose for the camera. Harry had dropped down onto one knee and proposed to Zayn, who was feigning surprise, while Liam proposed to a "crying" Louis. Niall had grabbed a fork that was on the snack table off to the side, and had proposed to me with that. He had given me his number straight after that. Needless to say, it was the best day ever.

I walked into the living room of the flat me and Niall shared. It looked like Niall had ate, judging my the burning smell coming from the kitchen and the dirty dish still in the sink. I smiled softly, and washed the dish quickly before I opened the window and sprayed Fabreez around the kitchen, trying to mask the smell.

Niall didn't appear to be at home. He was probably at an interview or something with the boys. I was used to it though. Niall was rarely home. But when he was, all he wanted to do was sleep or eat. Not that I blame him; his life is hard. He has fans and paparazzi at every corner, not to mention Management's always on his back. He has to look his best for every little thing he does, and he has to deal with hate on Twitter. Then there's the concerts, meet and greets, signings, soundchecks, and interviews. It was a hard life.

But Niall promised he'd be home all day for our anniversary. He promised, and I trusted Niall not to break his promise.

I heard the door slam, and I rushed into the hallway to see Niall taking off his shoes and grumbling under his breath. "Stupid interviewer. Who the hell does she think she is. Little cunt," he mumbled, not seeing me.

I walked over and wrapped me arms around Niall's torso from behind, kissing his cheek. "Hi, Niall."

"Hi."

"How was the interview?" I was taking a risk here. I should wear a sign that said "Danger" on it.

"Just peachy."

"Really?" I asked, recognizing his sarcasm.

"No, Ronnie! (Is that okay if I use that? Idk your nickname. Sorry!) It was crappy!" Niall yelled, ripping my arms off of him.

My eyes were wide, and I was surprised at Niall's outburst. But I had been dating him for two years; this isn't the first time this had happened. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, bringing it into the living room where Niall was sitting on the sofa watching football.

"Here," I offered, handing over the beer. Niall gave me a small smile and took the beer, moving his arm over and looking at me. I plopped on the couch next to him, and snuggled into his side while his arm wrapped around my waist. "So the interview didn't go well?"

"No. The lady decided she wanted to be a bitch to Zayn and call him a terrorist and shit. God, that makes me so pissed when people judge us, especially Zayn! He's a great lad, and I hate seeing him upset! Then she moved on to Harry and Louis, calling them gay and shit. After everyone denied it multiple times, she settled with calling Harry a womanizer and Louis the bisexual one of the band. Then she practically interrogated Liam about the breakup with Danielle, and analyzed all the reasons why Danielle would break up with him. Liam was so about to cry, I swear. That ended when Danielle called into the station and explained that it was a mutual decision and they were still both the best of friends. The lads wouldn't even let the lady talk to me, which I'm happy about. I love the boys," Niall huffed, ranting about the horrible interview.