Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine for Georgia!

“I need to see her,” Niall whispered, curling himself up, as to protect himself since he was so vulnerable at the moment.

“I’m sorry,” Harry shrugs. “Call her, mate.”

Niall shook his head violently and kicked his leg into the wall, creating a dent in the wall from his strength. “No!” He shouted, his fists balling up in ager. “That’s not enough. I need to see her.”

“Niall,” Harry tried to calm him, placing his palm on Niall’s back. “Calm down. Getting angry isn’t going to make it any better for yo-”

Niall forcefully stood up, interrupting Harry’s sentence and throwing his arms in the air. “You don’t understand, do you, Harold?” He shouted, running his shaky fingers through his messy hair as he began to pace the room.

Harry grew a bit uneasy at the sight of Niall’s sudden anger, and he attempted one final time to calm the blonde boy. “Listen to me!” Harry growled.

“She probably misses you just as much as you miss her. But she’s not kicking her foot into a wall or yelling like a crazy person! She’s probably sitting by herself with a tub of ice cream or something, and she’s probably dreaming about you and remembering how sweet you are to her. She’s probably cried a couple times by now, but she knows that she can’t interrupt you, because you’ve got a job and being in One Direction is more important than her tears. So, she’ll wait patiently until you have time for her. And you know what, that’s okay! She understands that you have to be strong, and that you’ll be back for her as soon as you can be! Niall, she hasn’t forgotten you, trust me!” Harry reasoned, his tone easing up as he finished.

Niall sighed and nodded, avoiding eye contact. “I’m sorry,” He mumbled, disappearing into his bedroom.

All the while, you sat alone, in your apartment, halfway across the world. You clutched one of Niall’s shirts to your chest, inhaling his scent from it every time you wished he was beside you, which was quite frequently. You rocked side to side, trying desperately not to cry again. You took a deep breath as your phone rang; sending your mind in all different directions as you hopefully answered it.

“Hey,” It was Harry. You sighed.

“Hi, Harry,” You said, trying not to sound disappointed, even though you were.

“Look, Georgia,” Harry started. “Niall is a mess, he’s just a wreck. I mean, I feel bad for him. It’s hard to watch him fall apart like this. So, I was thinking. I know that we’d get in loads of trouble for it, but I’m going to send you a plane ticket to fly out here, okay?”

You lost your breath, and your heartbeat sped as you took in what Harry had just suggested. At this point, you didn’t care how much trouble you’d be in, or how much trouble Niall would be in, for that matter. You just knew that you needed to see him.

“Okay,” You breathed. “Um, when?” Your hands shook as you grabbed a pen and paper and jotted down the information from Harry before hanging up and screaming as loud as you could. You jumped up from your spot, taking Niall’s shirt that was still in your grip and rushing off to pack your things.