You were trying to avoid the paparazzi as you were walking the streets with your brother. He was in town on business and you wanted to spend some time with him before he had to leave.
"{Y/b/n}, just ignore them. Don't answer anything, and don't look at the cameras."
"Geez, you're an expert."
"Well, dating Niall Horan doesn't exactly give you much privacy."
He raises his eyebrows. "That must suck."
"No.. THAT part sucks, but I love him. I mean, he's amazing, and just.. perfect."
You hide your smile as photographers are practically jumping on you.
"WHO'S THIS?"
"ARE YOU CHEATING ON NIALL?!"
"WHO IS THAT?"
"(Y/N!) (Y/N!) OVER HERE!"
You hide your faces, and try to walk away when you hear two people talking. "That's (y/n), she's Niall Horan's girlfriend. God, he doesn't deserve her. C'mon, she's gorgeous, and he's.. well, ya know.. I can see why she's out with this hunk."
You turn around, and try to find the person's voice.
You completely stop. "Who said that?"
All the photographers snap pictures as you angrily look around. "Who said that Niall 'doesn't deserve me?' What the hell! If anything, Niall doesn't deserve ME. He's the best boyfriend I've ever had, and he's absolutely PERFECT. And he's amazing at what he does. And if you can't see that, then you have no purpose of trying to photograph me."
You cross your arms. "Oh, and by the way, this is my BROTHER, you pigs. I would never cheat on Niall." You grab {y/b/n}'s arm and quickly drag him away.
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Imagines (from my Instagram)
FanfictionSome of these used to be personal imagines that I have edited to be "Normal imagines" and I added titles to them as well. Imagines from my Instagram (@horanbuttkisser)
