One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Niall-You almost die after a fight

~You almost die after a fight-Niall~


"Niall, stop." You whimpered as Niall came closer pushing you gently, but angrily. He was drunk, and came home angry at management...again. Like last night, and 4 nights before that. "Your sleeping on the couch." He stated before going upstairs.
You jolted up from the couch, after you dreamed, or remembered last night.
You got up to go get some cereal for breakfast. As soon as you got up, you heard a door from upstairs open, and close. You started to tense, but you knew you needed to talk about his drinking.
"Morning Princess. Why didn't you sleep in bed?" Niall asked groggily, as he took some pills from a jar, and poured himself water. I put his warm tea on the table, and he thanked me by giving me a kiss on the head.
"Niall? Can we talk?" He gulped down the last from his cup, obviously nervous.
He sat down across from me, with worried eyes and his mouth in a slight frown.
"Um, I wanted to talk about last night. You've been coming home drunk, a lot lately, and your leaving in a week, so maybe you could-" you continued in your soft tone, before getting cut off.
"Seriously Y/N?! I'm trying my best to do good at my job, and you know about management. I thought you would understand?!" Niall yelled, getting up. He was starting to scare me.
"Niall I do understand. It's just, when you come home drunk, it scares me, and I get worried. I just want to spend some time with you before you go on tour for seven months." I emphasized the word "seven," and raising my voice towards the end.
"God. Stop being a CLINGY BITHCH!" Niall literally, yelled in my face, and I was now up against the wall.
He started backing up, he grabbed the tea I made him, and went to the seating room to go watch some TV.
I grabbed my coat and keys to give Niall some space.
He had never called me a name before, especially a bitch.
I quietly opened the door after putting on my coat. Niall seemed to caught up on his show on NBC, he didn't seem to notice me leaving.
I started the engine to my car, and pulled out of the driveway, uncertain to wear I would go.
All I could think about was the fight, and how he didn't care I just left.
Those last words kept replaying in my head. Clingy bitch, clingy bitch.
I was so distracted by my thoughts, I didn't see a giant food truck that was on the wrong side of the road headed at me. Then it went black.

Niall's P.O.V.
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I sat down to watch some NBC after the argument. I did feel a little guilty about it, but I just needed my space.
After about 10 minutes of watching a rerun of Britons Got Talent, I realized Y/N didn't do anything wrong. I went out drinking, I got drunk, I yelled at her and called her a clingy bitch, and I am not spending time with my beautiful princess for the short time I have left with her.
I got up to go to find Y/N in the kitchen, but she wasn't there, bedroom? Nope. Bathroom? No. Movie room? Not there either.
I went to check the garage, and her car was gone. She'll come back in a couple minutes.
I went back to watching my show, certain she will come back.
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It's been 7 hours since Y/N left. She hasn't come back, and I'm freaking out! After an hour that she left, I started texting, and calling her. All I got was a dead line. Every time we fight, which is very rarely, and she storms off, she comes back in 20 minutes at the most. And it's been 7 hours!
My phone starts vibrating, and it's an unknown number.
"Hello?" "Hello, is this Niall Horan?" A lady says in the other line. I swear, fans know everything about us.
"Yes, and who is this?" I question, expecting to get a high pitched, girly scream. "Hello, this is the London Emergency center. I'm sorry, but Y/F/N Y/L/N has gotten into an accident. And she has bad injuries. You were the first on her emergency contact list."
My eyes popped out of my head, and I hung up the phone. I darted towards the door, and London Emergency Center replayed in my head, to not forget where she was.
I speed off towards the hospital, only to realize, it was more than an hour away.
I got there, and sprinted to the front desk.
The lady smiled at me politely, but I was too worried to be polite right now.
"Where's my girlfriend?!" "Sir, you need to quiet down a little, or I will have to call security." The lady replied, putting her index finger to her lip. "Now, what's your girlfriends first and last name" "Y/F/N Y/L/N." I said without hesitation. She typed something on the computer, and wrote something down on some papers on a clipboard, which she then handed to me.
"Fill these out, and take a seat in the waiting room." I nodded, took the clip board, and made my way to the waiting room.
I quickly finished the information sheet, and went back to waiting impatiently for an update.
This is all my fault. I shouldn't have yelled at her. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me. What if she hates me? What If she leaves me?
"Y/N Y/L/N?" I sprint up from my seat, and the middle aged doctor took it as I was there for her, and motioned for me to walk with him.
"Is she alright?!" I practically yelled, and he shushed me, while we started walking down a hall with numbers, and clipboards on every door.
"Your lucky shes alive. She has 3 broken ribs, her left foot is broken, her right knee needs surgery, she has a minor concussion, and she's pretty scratched up. If the second rib moved 1 inch farther than it did, it would have made here die instantly." That broke me. It was my fault this happened, if I didn't call her a bitch, she wouldn't have felt the need to leave. We came to a stop at a door with the number 109 on it, and a clipboard with Y/N's name on it.
"You can go in, but she is still asleep from medication." I nodded and opened the door slowly, to find my beautiful princess, looking lifeless on a hospital bed, scratches and cuts on her arms, legs, face, and different machines attached to her. At this point, I was at the verge of full on sobs.
I walked over to the hospital bed, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. My butt started vibrating, which meant I had a text. It was Louis, so I opened the message.

Louis: hey man, wazzzap??!!

Me: Im in the hospital.

Louis: WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED??!!!!

Me: Y/N got into a bad accident, and she's in REALLY bad shape.

Louis: I'll get the lads and be right over!!!

I sat in a chair next to Y/N, and started sobbing into her hands, and kissing them repeatedly.

Your P.O.V.
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I opened my eyes, and found white. Did I die? Nope, I'm in a hospital, beeping, a weird thing clipped on my finger, and sobbing. Wait. Sobbing? I looked next to me, and found Niall clutching my right hand, and quietly sobbing "Niall?" I said weakly. His head shot up, and his eyes were puffy, red, and droopy, and his cheeks were completely soaked. "Princess! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it! I love you! I had a hangover, I know its not an excuse but, How do you feel? Are you dizzy? Should I get a nurse?" He said kissing my hand in between sentences. "Ni, I'm fine. I know you didn't mean it. But I could use some water." Niall quickly jumps up, and runs out the door, probably to get my water.
He comes back in record time, and I try to sit up, but feel a sharp pain, and let out a small scream/groan. "Princess! are you ok? Are you hurt? How do you feel? Lay back down! Oh my god." Niall started freaking out, and coming beside me, and clutching my hand again. I giggled a little at how worried he feels, and I tell him to take a breath. He does what I suggested, and a doctor came in. "Ah. Miss Y/L/N. you've awoken." What the hell? Who talks like that? And seriously? Awoken? Whatever. "I'm sorry to say, that you will be here for 9 days, because of your surgery that will be scheduled for tomorrow at 4pm." The doctor said checking his clipboard. 9 days?! Niall will be on tour by then! I won't get to see him. "Now, sir, I am going to have to ask you to leave for about half an hour. We need to run some tests." Niall nodded, and gave me a sweet peck on the nose before walking outside of my room.

For the rest of the week, Niall slept, showered, and ate at the hospital with me, and when he left for tour, we talked every second he wasn't busy. He realized he messed up, and he kept apologizing over, and over, and over, and over, and over...