Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine for Rima!

“Niallll,” You whined, dragging out his name while he furiously scrubbed at his teeth. You watched him in the mirror, and you stood beside him, folding your hands together.

He bent down, spit the toothpaste from his mouth, and mumbled a quick, “Yes, princess?”

You smiled and rocked on your feet. “I’m tired,” You said, barely loud enough for him to hear over the noise of the running water. He splashed his face with water before turning the faucet off and dabbing a dry towel to his skin.

“I know, dear. I’m tired too,” He set the towel aside and pressed a light kiss to your cheek before sliding past you. He pulled a white t-shirt over his head. Even though it was plain, it went well with his black jeans, and he still managed to look great. He sprayed a quick round of cologne on himself and stuffed his phone and wallet into his pockets. “You ready?”

You shrugged, followed by a quick nod before following Niall out the door. You were headed to an interview with Niall, and you weren’t exactly excited about it. Sleep was something that neither of you had been getting a lot of lately, and all you really wanted to do was just bum around your house in sweatpants and an old t-shirt, watching movies all day with Niall. But that was too much to ask for, especially since Midnight Memories had just been released.

You yawned while keeping a steady watch on the road in front of you. You listened to the music that was faintly playing on the radio and rested your head back, enjoying the last few moments of peace before you would have to deal with the fans and the paparazzi.

Inhaling a deep breath, you felt a soft hand squeeze yours and you opened your eyes to see Niall smiling at you, holding your hand. You smiled in return, thinking about how Niall could always tell what was on your mind, without even asking.

You felt the calmness of the situation fly right out the window when you pulled up to the studio in which the interview would be at, and girls were crowded around the doors. Niall parked the car in a spot away from where most of the fans were, and you were surprised that no one had noticed you and Niall yet.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Niall said, letting go of your hand and quietly opening his door. Next thing you knew, he was at your side and helping you out of the car. He shut the door after you, in attempt to stay as quiet as possible.  

“Maybe we can sneak around the back,” You suggested, gripping Niall’s hand. He pulled you closer and began the journey inside.

Niall ushered you to the door, gently pushing his way through the fans. All you could hear was screaming and the noise of frantic footsteps.

You shut your eyes tightly, and followed the guide of Niall’s hand until the sound became less obnoxious. You opened your eyes to see a crew and the other boys, all huddled around the set for the interview. You gave Niall a quick peck on the side of his face and he hurried to join everyone else.

While he prepared to start, you found a spot to sit and watch from behind the scenes. You wondered if the fans would be just as uncontrollable on the way out as they were on the way in. That was always the hardest part for you. You weren’t used to all of the noise and attention, and of course, there was always the occasional hate comment.