Niall Horan Imagines

Drunken Mistakes 2...

Please read authors note at the end! Enjoy...

(YN) POV

I had suddenly sobered up as I realized what I was doing. I had cheated on Niall.

"Harry, what were we thinking?!" I jolted off the mattress and began to pace back and forth.

"He's your best friend and my boyfriend . " I was panicked. What were we going to tell him

"(YN) calm down. " Harry pulled my hands away from my face and wrapped them around his waist.
His hand began to soothingly stroke my hair.

I began to nuzzle my head into his chest. A comforting warmth evaded his body, only causing me to want to be in this position for as long as possible.

No, NO!

"Harry stop!" I pulled away
"Don't you understand what just happened?! I cheated on Niall. I'm a horrible person!" I screamed

"No you're not. It was a drunken mistake. I'm sure Niall will understand." He assured

Harry's POV

She was panicking. All I could think of was to bring her in for a tight embrace.

I began to stroke her perfectly long hair, reminiscing about the events that occurred only minutes ago. The feeling of her soft lips on mine. Both of our tongues fighting for dominance. The way our two bodies molded into one. 

She was perfect and it broke my heart to see her so frightened, so nervous.

"Harry stop!" She pulled away,
"Don't you understand what just happened?! I cheated on Niall. I'm a horrible person!" I sighed at the loss of physical contact

"No you're not. It was a drunken mistake. I'm sure Niall will understand." I assured her. Mistake, maybe for her, but for me. It was  anything but that.

(YN POV)

"How can you be so calm." I retorted
"Do you not realize what just happened?"

"Of course I do but there's no reason to go crazy about it." He said, a cold tone to his voice.

"Fine. I got to go. See you around." I was beyond pissed. He obviously had no idea the size of the dilemma that had just been laid upon us, and if he wasn't going to do anything to help. Then there was no reason for me to stay.

"No (YN) that's not what I —" I flung the door shut before he could finish his sentence.

I ran down the stairs and walked out the front door only to be hit the freezing cold night air.

...

As I arrived at the house I realized that the living room light was still on.

My hands fiddled with the keys, deciding whether or not it was a good idea to walk through those doors.

I couldn't walk in there and act like nothing had happened. Niall would want an explanation and I'm not so sure I had one he would like.

After about five minutes I decided I would just stay in a hotel for tonight until I knew exactly what I would say to Niall. I turned around and began to walk to my car.

"(YN)?" That Irish accent that I loved so much spoke

I turned around, only to be met with glossy, puffy blue eyes. He had been crying and it was definitely evident I had been as well.