Niall Horan Imagines

Divorce...

Not edited so sorry for any mistakes

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N I A L L

I wake up to an empty pillow next to me. She's gone.

Recollections of the previous night flash through my mind before disappearing into nothingness. It all feels to real.

I never thought I would be one of those people who could actually say their marriage failed.

My chest clenched in agony just thinking about how we ended. Why we ended.

I always have and always will love her. Sometime life just sucks.

( Y N )

I open my eyes only to be met with a dark room. My skin fills with goosebumps as soon as I pull the blanket to the side.

He would usually have his arms wrapped around me. Keeping me warm.

I could feel the tears building up, ready to be set free but I wipe them away. I turn to my right and see the clock strike 10 am.

I don't feel like moving, eating or breathing by this point. The man who I truly believed was my soul mate .... Just isn't.

"Where were you?" I asked furiously.

"I was at the studio. I told you I  was going to be late." He hung his denim jacket in the closet as he took off his shoes.

"Told me? We haven't spoken one word in two days let alone seen each other. Niall you could have called that is what cell phones are for. "

"So I forgot to tell you, big deal. I've gotten home late before." He walked passed me towards the kitchen. I was quick to follow.

"You rarely are home! Niall I'm tired of this crap. I'm your wife not just some roommate. You promised to be devoted to this relationship but for months now it just feels like you don't give a damn about me. " I vent everything I didn't realize I had been bottling up.

His eyebrows furrow as he chugs his beer.

"If you've felt this way for so long. Why wait until now? You haven't been the best wife either. When I married you I signed up for a life partner not some..."

"Some what? Huh?! Some what!" I screamed

"Some good for nothing ---" before he can finish his sentence I find my palm slapping his right cheek.

His blue eyes have turned into a jet black. His hand cuffs his chin as his eyes pour into my own.

"Don't you ever touch me again." He growls as he walks away

"Niall. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you I just--. I don't know .... I just can't anymore." I whispered that last part

"You can't what (YN)? Speak up." He urges, testing my patience that he know is thinning by the second.

"I can't do this Niall!" I yell, loud enough for the neighbors to hear. "I can't do us, anymore." I confess in a whisper

"What is that supposed to mean?" Niall looks at me with disgust.

"Do you love me?" I can tell my question catches him off guard.

I begin to step towards him. Wanting to be able to see the truth behind his blue orbs when he answers.

They begin to glisten against the moonlight, tears forming just waiting for him to set them free.

"How can you ask me a question like that?" He furrows his brows

"I can and I will. Please look at me," I gripped his face bringing his lips dangerously close to mine. His cool breath hitting my lips but nothing more. Our eyes bore in each others and I continue, "Do you love me?"

Instead of answering he brings his lips that inch closer, our lips meet, there's force and need.

But no love.

We both grip onto each other for a final second that we both wish would turn into an eternity.

"I'm sorry." His warm tears slide down his cheek. I'm quick to wipe them away, not bearing to see him cry. 

The ache in my chest only grows as a loss of physical contact is formed.

"Don't be sorry. Neither of us wanted this. It just happens sometimes." I insist. The last thing I want is for him to feel guilty.

He takes a seat on the couch as he runs his hands over his face, letting go of the sob he had been holding in for the past couple of minutes.

I run a hand through my hair, contemplating what to do or say next.

"It was all my fault. You're right. I'm never home." He whispered

"No, no. I knew you wouldn't be home as often as you would like, we both knew that going into this marriage. I just don't know what went wrong." I responded, taking a seat next to him. Set on not blaming anyone.

"So what now?" Niall spoke after minutes full of silence.

"What do you want to do?" I ask, gripping for dear life at my last sliver of hope.

"Divorce?" Niall whispers, his breath hitching at the mention of the word and my heart breaking into millions of pieces.

"Is that what you want?" I ask, turning towards him.

"Of course not!" Niall flails his arms before resting them behind his head. "But I also don't want to keep pretending like we're living this perfect life when we clearly aren't. " He spoke truthfully.

"I understand. I guess this is it then." I stood up, trying to not show much emotion.

"(YN), please..." Niall stands up as well, reaching for my hand. His fingers intertwine with mine and a thousand memories of us run through my mind, only crushing my soul even more.

Our eyes lock for two seconds before I can't take it any more and let out a loud sob full of emotion.

His grip tightens when I try to let go.

His eyes have captured my own like they have so many times before, and I can't look away.

"Niall..." I beg in between cries

He faces me now, places his other hand being my head and presses his lips onto my forehead before letting go of my hand.

"I will always love you." He whispered seconds before walking away into oblivion.

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