Hidden (Niall Horan Imagine)

Okay, so this is an Imagine requested by @NiallersPotato1D ... she asked nicely like any of you could lol .. so, yeah, I wrote this in her favour! Let me know what you think! And comment/message me if you'd like an imagine! ENJOY! xoxo

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"Estefany, you look like a slut," Niall said to you as you came into the living room. "Excuse me," you snap at him. You look down at your outfit. "Zayn are you going to let your sister dress like a whore?" Niall asked as your brother entered the room. "Niall," Zayn warned, "She looks fine," Zayn looked you up and down. Niall laughed a hearty laugh, "Sure she does! Zayn, she could be a prostitute." "Stef, go change," Zayn whispered in your ear. "What?! No!" You shout, taking a step back. "Stef, just go," Zayn tried to reason. "Who made you the boss of me?!" You snap. "I'm older," Zayn said, trying to stay calm. "By two years," you say with a raise of your eyebrow, "This is my house! I can do what I want, and your damn friend here seems to be the problem." "Estefany, watch it!" Zayn warned and you saw that look in his eye and you knew he wasn't playing anymore. "Ugh!" you yell and stomp off to your room. "She acts like such a child," you heard Niall announce. "I can still hear you, idiot!" You yell while walking back to the living room. Zayn appears in your path and grabs you by the shoulders, "Stef, I'll take care of it. Go change." You clench your jaw and glare into your brother's eyes then you twist free of his arm and leave in a huff.

For the longest time, Niall has been a sort of bully to you. The things he says never really hurt, and you always have some sort of comeback. But more recently, he has been throwing real painful insults at you, and what hurt even more, was that Zayn kept saying he would do something about it, but they just kept coming. Niall kept saying things and Zayn kept saying he would take care of it.

"Why does he always have to come over here?" You ask Zayn as you come back out of your bedroom in a fresh new outfit. "I'm right here," Niall snaps. "I really wish you weren't," You snap back. Niall narrows his eyes on you and you just roll your eyes and look back at your brother. "Because," Zayn said, "I invited him." "You invited some jerk into our home, knowing he is harassing me?! And I thought he was the dumb one," You huff. "Stef," Zayn kept trying to warn you with that tone of voice, but something about today made you want to stay and fight, for some new reason, you didn't want to back down. "Zayn he is being an ass to me! And you're fucking letting him!" "Language, Stef," Zayn said calmly, taking a seat on the sofa. "No! All you do is sit around and let him hurt me! Tell me what the hell is wrong with this picture!" "He obviously likes me more," Niall said. Zayn stayed quiet. "SEE!" you scream, "This is exactly what I'm talking about!" "Neither of you are right," Zayn said. "What? Zayn! I'm family! I should be more important!" "Yeah, but he's stuck with you, he chose me," Niall said with full sass. "Excuse me! He didn't chose you, you idiot! He got stuck with you just as much as he was stuck with me!" "Stop it!" Zayn said suddenly. You both seem taken aback. "Stef, you do dress inappropriately, but Niall, you are being a dick. You two need to grow up. I'm not dealing with your problems anymore." You stare at your brother blankly. "But- you're my big brother..." you stammer. "Mate?" Niall says. "First off, Stef, don't go using the little sister guilt trip on me! You and I both know you hate that I'm older than you. Secondly, Niall don't mate me! in my opinion you are both stupid and idiotic." Zayn got up and you were suddenly left alone with Niall. "This is all your fault," Niall says. "My fault?!" You snap, "How in the world is it my fault?! You're the one who is hurting someone close to him!" "Yeah, but you're the one who's unaccepting of his new life." "You don't know me!" you yell at Niall. You ball your fists and feel the tension form in your fingers and wrists. "I know you well enough to know you're some attention seeking whore who can't keep her legs closed." "Go to hell!" You shout and spin around on your heel. You pass Louis, Liam and Harry in the kitchen and they all stand there with wide eyes. "What?!" you snap. They all look away from you as you continue to your room. You sat down on your bed and let your hands fall into your lap. Slowly, they unravel from their balls and you feel the blood begin to flow again. Your touch becomes tender as you feel a lump form in your throat.

No, you weren't going to cry. You couldn't cry over this. He doesn't know anything about you. He doesn't know the truth. He can't be the reason you break down. He can't have succeeded in hurting you.