One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Niall Imagine for @FrancescaMakuletsz

Niall Imagine for Ciara :)

**Ciara's P.O.V**

"Ciara, can we talk?"

"Sure, what's up, Nialler?"

"I don't think this is working."

"What, the new wallpaper? I agree. It kind of clashes with the paint."

"No, I mean us."

"But, why? I thought we were doing great. We bought a new flat together and everything!"

"I know. I just think we're moving too fast, maybe?"

"Well we can slow down."

Niall shook his head. "No, the damage is done. I'm sorry, Ciara," he said, kissing my cheek. He picked up his jacket and left the flat, not looking back once.

I woke up from my nightmare memory. The memory that had been haunting my sleep for the past two months. It confused me, as well as broke my heart. I loved Niall. Hell, I still do. But apparently, he doesn't love me anymore. It made me wonder, did he ever return my love? Was out whole six month relationship fake?

I had to sell the flat, seeing as I wasn't able to pay the full rent without Niall there. Instead, I moved in with my brother. My brother, Taylor Lautner, was obviously famous. Back when his fame was just starting, Taylor and I agreed that we would keep our sibling relationship a secret, not wanting me to be swarmed with fans and paparazzi as well. We kept the secret amazingly well, with the help of his manager and bodyguards and others that worked for him.

Then I met Niall, and I agreed to go out with him, pretty much throwing me into the world of fame and fans. Taylor and I still kept our secret though, not wanting my publicity to skyrocket. I even hid it from Niall. I couldn't risk anyone finding out!

A knock on my door made me pull the covers farther up to my chin and brush the hair out of my face. "Ciara?"

"What, Tay?" I groaned.

"C'mon, hun. You've been locked in your room for a good two months now. You're going to go blind when you go in the sun. C'mon!" Taylor whined.

"No!"

"Ciara, I know you love Niall. And I know you're not over him at all either. And I'm not saying that you have to go and, like, get a new boyfriend. I would prefer if you didn't actually. But you gotta get out of this room. This house!"

"No!"

"That's it. You're coming to lunch with me," Taylor decided, nodding. "Be ready in an hour." Taylor left the room, leaving me to groan and roll out of bed. I took a well-needed shower and brushed my long hair. I never wore any makeup, and I really wasn't in the mood to put any on anyway. I threw on some clothes, and ran downstairs to meet Taylor at the door.

"Wow, that was actually pretty quick," he said, surprised.

"Let's just go," I mumbled, playing with my hair.

Taylor out his arm around my shoulders and steered me out of the house. "Come on, kid. It will get better. I promise."

I nodded and the two of us walked to our favorite restaurant. It was basically a barbeque joint with a mini bar. They had burgers and hot dogs and other food that you would normally see at a barbeque. It was completely chill there, and me and Taylor liked to go whenever we could. Not to many fans seemed to bother him there either. Maybe it was because of the presence of a bar? Or maybe this wasn't a place you would normally see teenage girls at?