"Niall, c'mon! We have to go! Well, you have to go. I'm choosing to get up this early for you. Don't make me regret it!"
"I don't wanna go on tourrrrr," your boyfriend whines.
You walk over to his side of the bed, lean over, and give him a peck on the lips. His eyes shoot open, and he grins, grabbing your waist.
You fall over, right on top of him.
"Mwahahaha! Gotcha!" Niall tickles you as you scream for him to stop, laughing.
He finally lets go, and you collapse next to him. He pulls the blankets over his head and ducks underneath.
You giggle and meet him under the covers. But when you see him, you stop laughing.
"Niall, what's wrong?"
He wipes his red, teary eyes. "I don't wanna go."
You lay your hand on his cheek, trying to calm him down. You promised yourself you wouldn't get upset, but now it's getting hard.
"You don't mean that."
"Yes, i do! I don't want to go! I-I'm gonna miss you like crazy!" he wails. His voice quiets to a whisper. "I'm gonna miss you so much. It's not even worth going."
"Niall, I can't be the reason One Direction breaks up. You have to go, you have a responsibility. All your fans are looking up to you, they deserve to see their Nialler up on stage!" you try to smile.
"But you're worth more than all of my fans.."
Your heart practically breaks at his words. It was then, when you realized how much he really meant to you.
You place your hands on his shoulders, choking on your words: "It'll be worth it, trust me. I'll be right here when you come back."
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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)
