Niall's POV
I got out of the studio early and I went to the police station. One of my lads works there and he asked me to come. I was walking in and he caught my attention.
"Bro!" He half-yelled at me. "Let's go the bar for a round." I laughed.
"I have to get home to my wife. You have to get home to your dog." I chuckled as I walked over to him. He was standing by his car.
"Call her and tell her that you're hanging with me for a bit. She'll understand." He was very convincing, but I wanted to see (Y/N) after a long day. She'll understand right?
"Okay. Let me give her a call."
Your POV
I had everything set up. Niall has been working so hard these past few months on the album, so I made a roast dinner for him. He should be home soon. I'm so happy.
Ring
Ring
"Hello?" I smiled.
"Hey baby." Niall said on the other end.
"Heyy." I dragged the Y in hey.
"I won't be home for a bit longer. We can cuddle once I get home, but I won't be home for a few hours. Is that okay?" He asked. I looked at the dinner I had prepared. A tear slipped out of my eye.
"Um yeah, I'm just sitting here on the couch watching TV. There's not much to come home too." I faked.
"Okay. Thanks my love. I love you so much. And I get to come home to you at the end of the day, so there is something to come home too." Niall was breaking up a bit, but I understood him.
"Thank you. I love you too! Have fun doing whatever." I smiled.
"Bye." Niall hung up and I had to put away everything I made. I hit the roast dinner behind everything in the fridge so that he couldn't see it. Bye bye beautiful night. Hello icecream and an old movie.
Niall's POV
We were at the bar and we were a bit tipsy.
"Care to dance?" A girl asked me. I smiled and help up my ring finger.
"Sorry. I'm married." She scoffed and walked off. She stopped and came back to me.
"Why aren't you at home?" She asked with her hand on her hip.
"Because." That was all I said. I could do better.
"I may not look like it, but I used to have a boyfriend and he called me one night saying that he got help up with something and he wouldn't be home until later on." I stopped her.
"Why are you telling me this?" I questioned.
"Just listen. I'm positive your wife wasn't just laying around like she told you."
"What makes you say that?" I asked her.
"She probably did something nice for you. Set up movie night, dinner, or anything she thought would make you happy. You probably have had a rough week coming to the bar on Thursday night. She might have done something for since you had a rough week, but you're here drinking the night away while your wife is at home. You're a GREAT husband."
With that she walked away. Was she right? Is (Y/N) at with a big plan for me? I turned to my friend.
"Hey I have to get home." I jumped out of my seat and put down a couple of 20's for my drinks. I ran through drunk/sweaty bodies to get home. I ran out of the bar and walking over to my car. I heard some noises, but nothing too scary. All of a sudden, someone wrapped their hands around me and I couldn't breathe.
