Niall Horan Imagines

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Niall finally stumbled through the door, giggling as he tripped on his untied shoelaces. You rolled your eyes at his drunken stupidity. You could smell the alcohol on him from across the room.

“Hey, baby,” He slurred, heading for you.

You stood still, an angry expression on your face. “Niall,” You shouted, shoving the magazine at him. “Who’s she? Were you out partying with her tonight? Hm? Answer me, Horan!”

He looked confused as he examined the magazine. “Hey, look! It’s me! Ugh, I swear, sometimes I never even see these photographers around, ya know?” He said, as if he didn’t even realize that you were upset.

“Yea, it’s you with a random girl! Who is she, Niall? Sober up for a minute and explain to me what you were doing with her!” You angrily shouted, folding your arms over your chest.

“Wait, are you calling me a drunk?” Niall questioned, his voice showing a hint of anger that he was in no place to have.

“Niall! That’s not even what I’m talking about! Just tell me!” You cried. “Who is she?! Just tell me, and then I’ll leave you alone with her, I promise. Just please…tell me why.” You could feel tears pouring from your eyes at this point as you waited for his response.

He stared at you in disbelief. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“So help me, I swear, Niall, if you don’t tell me who she is,” You growled, ignoring his last question.

“I don’t know!” He screamed. “I don’t even know her!”

“And you’re also drunk! You’re probably lying to me! And you’ve probably been cheating on me, haven’t you? She must be really great, right? What; is she prettier than me? Is she nicer? Does she cook better?” By this time you were crying so hard, you could barely see.

“I’m not even lying to you! I don’t know who she is, okay?! I don’t know!” He said.

“Yes you are! Niall, they have a picture of you with her! I know you’re lying to me!” You weren’t able to finish your shouting before you felt a sharp stinging across your face.

It was only a second until you realized that Niall had just hit you. Your tears swelled up and you immediately stormed out, ignoring his pleas.

You threw yourself on your bed at your apartment [flat], where you cried yourself to sleep.

You woke to the sound of a heavy knocking at your door. You dragged yourself to answer it, and you found yourself staring at Niall, of all people.

“Hi,” Niall mumbled, his hands shoved in his pockets. He was definitely sober now.

“Niall, go away, I don’t want to-”

You were cut off by a sobbing Niall. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” He cried. “I’m s-so sorry. I don’t even know what the hell is wrong with me; I’m just, I’m so sorry. I promise you, I never was with that other girl! Never! I never would have cheated on you! And I know you’ll never love me again, but I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking and I c-can’t believe that I actually h-hit you,” His voice was trembling as he spoke sincerely to you.

Your eyes fell to your feet and you stepped aside, allowing him to come inside. “Hey,” You whispered, stopping him. “Maybe we can try this again?”

He wiped at his eyes and looked at you in shock. “Wait…seriously?”

“Yes,” You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “But, don’t ever hit me again, okay, Niall?”

“I would never even think of it, I’m so sorry,” He said, letting out a shaky breath as he held you as close as possible.

“Me too,” You said. “For accusing you of cheating on me when I should have known that you never would have done that.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Niall insisted. “You had every right to think that, the magazines are really good at editing pictures. But I promise you that I was never with anyone else. It’s always been you, love.”

You smiled, holding him tight.

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