One direction random-imagine

Niall-sweet dirty

"Where are you? This is my 5th time calling, Niall! Please call back!" You half-yelled into your cell phone. Niall had been out late all week. You suspected he was at the bar- the one place he said he'd never go anymore since the accident- but there was no trace of alcohol on him.

You called him again and heard his phone ringing on the other side of your bedroom door. You hung up the phone and ran to the door opening it. Niall had a bottle of water in his hand.

"Niall? Where were you? I've been calling you all night." You told him as he turned around. He wasn't wearing his shirt. It was in his hand and it was stained with a liquid. You recognized the smell as beer.

"I'm going to do some laundry" he slurred and almost tripped over his foot. "Shit." He balanced himself on the wall.

"You- have you been drinking?" You couldn't hide the tears threatening to spill down your face.

"No mom, I haven't," he said sarcastically, "And quit crying!"

"You remember what happened last time don't you? Or do you not even care!" You snapped and ran into your room.

"Dammit Grabby!" You heard his foot steps follow behind you. When you got into the room you struggled to lock the door but he opened it before you could. He grabbed your arm. "Baby, what's wrong?" You could smell the whiskey on his breath. When you didn't answer him he got frustrated, "Answer me!" He lifted his hand up but put it down again. You could see the battle he was having with himself in his eyes. He was desperately trying to keep his drunk self under control. His grip on your arm got tighter.

"Please let go of my arm." He didn't move. "Niall, your hurting me." You cried. He looked at his grip on your arm and his eyes got wide before letting go. If he would've gripped your arm tighter, he would've broken it.

"Gabby, I-" he started but he closed his mouth. He didn't have a clue what to say so instead he just kissed you. You didn't resist him because he was still under the influence and could still snap.

He started to take your shirt off then your pants. You reciprocated, removing his belt and pants. He moved his drunk but passionate kiss down to your neck. You moaned and his lips smiled against you're neck. His hands grabbed the hem of your panties and he started to pull them down.

"Niall," you put your hands on his stopping him, "I thought you weren't going to do this until marriage."

You smiled at you and looked you I'm the eyes before replying. "Engagement is close enough."

A confused expression crossed your face, "But we're not-"

"Gabby," he interrupted. "Please spend the rest of your life with me. No more drinking. I love you so much."

You gasped and froze but quickly recovered, "yes, Niall! I love you too."

He slid your underwear down the rest of the way and you pulled his boxers down.