One direciton short imagines

Niall Imagine - Therapist

“So tell me what bring you two here today” The therapist sat across from you, patient and ready to actively listen to you, both She seemed perfectly put together inside and out, just as a professional should. She was eager to hear what you had to say, which was a big and pleasant change for you.

You had dragged Niall, you boyfriend of six years, to this therapy session to work on you relationship. It seemed his schedule often correlated witch each argument you had over the span of four years.It was down to a routine; fight, brake up for three week and someone would move out, reconcile and work on thing or a day, then move back in the house. You were so sick of the struggle and this therapist was literally your last hope.

“well, we’re having a little trouble getting along and we need a way to fix this” You gently placed your hand on Niall’s knee but he scoffed at you and shifted your hand off. You could tell he didn’t wanted to be here, it was written all over his face. You put your hand on your own lap and pretended like nothing happened.

“Niall do you  have anything to want so say? Now is a good time to get if off your chest “The therapist noticed his sour attitude and called him out on it. She was only getting a hint of it, the worse was about to come.

He sat up in his chair and cleared his throat. “Well, I just don’t see the point of being here in the first place, letting another person into our business. If you want to fix thing with me then how about talking to me at home, in private for free?”

Even though he had been in the public eye for quite some time now, Niall was still a strictly private person. He saw how having a public relationship tortured the other members of one direction and somehow managed to keep you a secret for two years. After that, he begged you to buy a house with him, that only made things harder…

“Well I’ve tried, I’ve really tried, but it’s just like you have no room in your life for me anymore. It’s always about the boy band and what you have to do for them!”

“Oh jesus Christ!”Niall threw his head in hands and pulled at his hair. “We’re not a dam boy band! I’m 24 for Christ’s sake! Maybe if you showed what I loved  A little respect then you’d get some back!”

The words he spat out caused your heart to sink and you resentment to rise.”Well once upon a time I was what you loved!”

Niall rolled his eyes at you and crossed his legs and arms.”Yeah … once”

Hearing him say those two words literally made you feel like he had smashed you into pieces. How could he act like the past six months meant nothing to him .. just like that? How could a person that swore he’d change and never hurt you again just literally kill with words, and fold his arms like it was nothing? The room got devastatingly quit. You sat back on the coach and fought the know forming in your throat, telling yourselves to be strong.

“Well Niall, your feelings are all on the table, what are you thinking now?”The therapist finally broke the silence. Niall thought for a moment and shook his head.

“(Y/N) How about you?” You sat there in pure silence.”There is nothing left to say “You murmured.

“I think we’re done here, At least I am” Niall got up and walked out of the room. You slowly got up not bothering to look the therapist in the eyes.

“(Y/N), Wait!”She stopped you. You finally got the bravery to look her in the eyes, although you were still mortified. “Before you walk out, I just want you to take a look at your life, picture it 10 years from now. Do you want to be happy or do you want to continue to feel the way that you do now?”

You knew where she was getting at, and you knew she was speaking off the record. You nodded in acknowledgement. “Thank you for your time”

**

The ride home was even more awkward than the silence in the therapist’s office. The two of you didn’t even bother to look at each other. You sat slumped down in the passenger seat playing with the rips of your jeans and looking out the window every once in a while.

When Niall pulled in the driveway you wasted no time taking your seatbelt off and hopping our. You were confused when you didn’t hear the car shut off behind you or his door open. You walked back to the car where Niall still sat, now with his sunglasses on, hiding his eyes.

“What are you doing?”You calmly asked, fearing what he might say. He let out a long sigh and turned to face you.

“Got to go work, Going to write and do promotional stuff, whatever..”

You let your arms slap your sides and looked up to the sky. The tears began to well up in your eyes again. You were exhauster with the same thing over and over again. It was finally time to give up the ghost. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take”

Niall tapped his thumbs against the steering wheel.”You knew what out were getting yourselves into “That was always Niall’s excuse, like a get out of jail free card even.

“No I didn’t especially when you promised things would slow sown, and we’d have some time for us!”Your voice cracked.

“But you did, Don’t play helpless (Y/N). This is getting old”

You though back on what the therapist told you before out left and said what was on your mind without any hesitation. “You’re right, it is getting old. Don’t expect me to be here when you get back from you precious job, no more”

You could tell those words shocked Niall even though you couldn’t see the look in his eyes. He put his fingers behind his head an pondered for a moment. “I’ll do you one better, don’t expect me back” He changed his gears and backed out of the driveway.

You slowly walked up to the house, tears slowly falling down your face. You were still devastated but in a way you finally felt free. You walked into the house, shut the door behind your back and slid down the door to the ground, silently letting the tears fall.