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Niall Imagine for @Black_Thorn_Rises

Imagine for Emelia

***Emelia's P.O.V***

I sat on the couch, my eyes staring at the blank television. My legs were crossed, and my fingers were fiddling with each other to keep from punching or breaking something. I was fuming.

Niall had been barely home for the last month and a half. He was out late at recordings and interviews, coming home at absurd times like one in the morning. Then, the next day, he slept until noon and then left again for work around two. I rarely saw him anymore, and it was starting to affect our relationship. Whenever we saw each other, we talked curtly to each other or didn't speak at all. I blame his extensive work hours for this. Since he wasn't home, we barely had a chance to bond anymore.

It didn't help that I was trying to do online school as well as try and search for a job. I didn't want to be that girlfriend that depended on her boyfriend for everything. I wanted to make my own money and save it for things like shopping sprees and films with my friends. For the past month, I haven't been able to look for a job though. School was starting to get more challenging, and I was giving it my undivided attention. Not only that, but I had to keep the whole flat clean.

Usually, Niall and I would split the chores, but Niall was barely here anymore. When he was here and doing nothing except watching TV, I tried to ask him to help out. But he either refused, complained about it, or tried to go to fast and screwed it all up. Last week, I had asked Niall to dry the dishes so I could put them away. Five minutes later, there had been a crash, and I walked into the kitchen to see three of my grandmother's favorite china shattered on the glass. Apparently Niall thought he could dry three plates at a time.

The door slammed, and I hopped off the couch, determined to confront Niall about this. "Hi, Emelia," Niall greeted, smiling tiredly and hanging up his coat. He kicked off his shoes and gestured upstairs. "I'm going to go and take a nap."

"No, Niall, wait," I called, making him stop on the bottom step.

"Yeah?"

"Dinner's on the table for you," I said, nodding my head to wear his plate of chicken and potatoes was waiting for him

Niall looked at it, and wrinkled his nose. "I'm too hungry, love. The lads and I ordered pizza at the studio," he said, turning to go back upstairs. I admit, that hurt. Seeing someone who you loved so much deny something nice you did for him. In truth, I didn't care that Niall denied eating the meal. I cared more that he wouldn't sit down and hole a decent conversation with me.

"Wait, Niall!" I called again.

"What?" he called exasperatedly.

"Did you do that laundry I asked you too?"

"Yeah this morning. It's in the basket in the wash room," he said, bolting upstairs before I could stop him again. I sighed. At least he did the laundry like I asked.

I made my way to the wash room, avoiding stepping over Niall's shoes that he had left in the middle of the hall. I picked up the basket, and then dropped it with a shriek. Horrified, I picked up my favorite white blouse. Except it wasn't white. It was red. I frantically searched through the load of clothes. All my socks, my white shirts, white bras, and white underwear were all a bright red. Finally I found the reason. One of Niall's red socks.

Slamming the basket on the ground, I screamed and ran upstairs. I barged into our bedroom, Niall standing there shirtless. Niall whipped around at the sound of the door slamming open. "Hey! I'm-."

"Niall, what the HELL did you do to my clothes?!" I screamed, waving the blouse in his face. Niall shrugged.

"I dunno."