Imagines (100% Original) 1D, LM, Ed, and Demi.

They~Niall

"Pass the bread." I motioned to the basket sitting in the center of the table. Niall nodded and handed it over and I took a piece. I always loved dinner time with Niall because we would always talk about things and our future. Or we would even just laugh at nothing or some stupid joke I told. I knew he didn't think it was funny, but I thought his obviously fake laugh was cute.

"This meal is amazing. I hate leaving you and your homemade meals while I'm on tour." Niall sadly smiled. Oh no, he didn't just go there. He did not just talk about tour and hit me right in the feels. Niall was going on tour in less than a week for months and months. He was spending all of his spare time with me, even though I always told him to visit his family or have some time to himself, but he never accepted. He said, and I quote, he 'wasn't going to leave me until he had to.'

"I'm sure Harry can make something." I laughed, trying to lighten the mood and disintegrate the umbrella of sadness that filled the air we sat in.

"I doubt it." He joined the laugh, and I thought he would help lighten the mood, but then he distinguished my hopes.

"I'm really going to miss you. I know it's hard and everything, but think about how amazing and worth it it will be when we meet again." He leaned over and kissed my cheek after wiping his mouth with his napkin.

"I'll miss you too, Nialler. And you're right. We should focus on the good things. You're going to be living your dream and making girls faint." I smiled, kissing his cheek back. He chuckled lightly and shifted in his seat.

"I have to go to the loo. I'll be right back." He got up, giving me one more kiss.

"The loo? You spend way too much time with the boys." I joked. He threw his head back in laughter and my heart fluttered. That wasn't his cheesy fake laugh at all. It was real, and so much better. Once he was in the bathroom, my phone buzzed. There were a load of tweets.

StyPayHorLikSon- Hello, @(Y/T/N)! Hope you make the best of your time with Niall!

Nialler_lover125- Niall is very happy to leave @(Y/T/N)! Can't you see it in his eyes? He only dates her for the show! #GoAway

Louis'-CarrotX- @(Y/T/N) go die in a hole! It wouldn't bother me, nor Niall!

Niallis_dabomb37- you're girlfriend is trash! Dump her already! @Niall Official @(Y/T/N) #GoAway

Megan_Is_Styles- I love you, @(Y/T/N)! You are my favorite!

Stylinson Marie- why is @(Y/T/N) still here? #GoAway

Directioner_100- if I ever meet @(Y/T/N), I'm going to make her wish she had never dated Niall and forced her way into our fandom. #GoAway

My eyes watered at all of the mean tweets aimed towards me. What did I ever do to them? And why did they have to bring up Niall on tour, my weak spot? Why was #GoAway trending? To go away from the fandom? Away from Niall? The boys? I'm just lost at why they would be so heartless to send me all of this. Why they even bother about me. Why they even care. I'm just lost.

By now, hot tears were making crooked lines down my face. What am I going to do when Niall comes back out? I don't want him to worry before he leaves for tour, even though I know he will no matter what. Maybe I should just hurry in a different room. Yeah, that'll work. I got up and walked towards the bedroom, and I was a few steps away when the door to the bathroom opened. Great.

"(Y/N)?" His voice echoed from the large hallway. I didn't want to turn around because he'd definitely see the fresh tear stains.

"(Y/N), love, why are you crying? What's wrong?" I jumped when I realized that Niall was standing right in front of me. I didn't know that my eyes were closed. In his own eyes, was nothing but worry and sadness.

"It's nothing, Niall. It's fine." I turned to grab the door handle when he got a hold of my wrist.

"No, (Y/N). It's obviously is something. You were crying and it wasn't from joy, I can tell you that." I was internally debating whether I should tell him or not.

"I-they... They.." I couldn't seem to speak or get the words out because I was having a meltdown again. Tears falling from my eyes and landing on my lavender t-shirt.

"They? There's more than one? Who is it? I swear, if they..." Niall fussed and I gave up trying to speak. I willingly, as much as it hurt, pulled out my phone and saw even more tweets that made me want to split in two. I shove the phone to Niall's face and I watched his expressions as he read.

He looked sad and painful. His eyes were begging for someone to stop all of this mess.

"(Y/N), I'm so sorry. They... They never think or anything. They think that we're robots or something and don't have any feelings." My heart broke when a tear slipped from his eye, and he quickly wiped it away, sniffling.

"I am never going to let you go, and if anything, I don't deserve you. If we want to keep this relationship alive, we are Going to have to deal with tours and recording, and never being home. But we can manage it." He said, trying his best not to cry again. While me, on the other hand, wasn't holding back anything.

"Niall, I love you." I whispered and pulled him into a hug, which he didn't object. He seemed to be holding me tighter than I was to him: desperate.

"I love you so much. Don't ever, ever, ever, forget that." He kissed the top of my head.

"I won't. I promise." I sobbed into the crook of his neck.

"Come on. Let's go and get cleaned up." He pulled me Into the bathroom, never letting go. And I wasn't going to either. Not even if being on tour gets in the way.