Imagines (from my Instagram)

Go Away!

"No, Niall," you scream, "it's NOT okay! You can't act like that in public!"

"Who cares?! You're not my mother!"

You gasp. "You embarrassed me," you say, pointing at yourself.

"I don't care," he blurts.

You shake your head, your lip trembling. "Go away."

"What?" Niall says, still standing only a few feet from you.

"GO! GO AWAY! NOW!"

He grits his teeth and stalks out of your shared flat, face fiery with anger, slamming the door.

You plop down on the couch, holding your head in your hands, beginning to cry.

***

You feel someone shaking you, rocking you back and forth.

Your red, puffy eyes flutter open, and detect blue eyes boring into yours.

"(Y/N), I'm so sorry. I'm a jerk. I shouldn't have acted like that. I'm sorry."

You sit up, and lay your head on one of the arm rests of the soft couch.

"Whatever," you say.

"What?" Niall gasps.

"You were right. I'm not your mother. I can't tell you what to do!"

He takes your clammy, cold hands and warms them in his.

"No, YOU were right. My mother can only tell me what to do because she cares about me, and loves me. And wants the best for-"

"But, Niall! I love you, and care about you, and want.." You see the look on his face. "Oh," you giggle, "so you understand why I yelled at you?"

"Yeah. It took me awhile to get it, though... I even called my mum. I'm really sorry. Now I get it." He kisses your hands, which makes you tingle. "Forgive me?" He whispers.

"Of course," you grin, kissing his lips.