One Shots

Imaginarry {au}

As a kid, Niall was always happy. Niall also had a wonderful imagination. One day, when he was six, he made up an imaginary friend, named Harry. He never gave him a last name. The kid was described as ‘curly haired, green eyed, with dimples’ and his parents ‘loved’ him, as much as they could love imaginary children. Niall loved Harry, he was liked his best friend. Until, when Niall was ten, he met Louis and Liam. They were on football teams, from different British towns. Niall was Irish, but he would go to Derby games almost every weekend.

When he met Louis, it was at a game – Louis was two years, almost, older than him. Louis was energetic, loud, and Niall loved him. Louis was working one time, helping his younger sister sell something – ‘for a trip’ Louis told Niall. Niall bought some, saying, ‘I was hungry anyways’. Somehow, they became friends.

When he met Liam, it was at a Derby game, the same year, but Liam was watching his favourite Football team, play against Derby. Niall thought Liam was cool. Liam shared Niall’s passion for music, and they clicked.

A few years later, the three boys attend a music camp. They meet Zayn, and he was a quiet one. The four were put into a group; they had to write a song. When they began writing, it felt like fate. They decided they would always be in a group, until the camp ended two weeks later.

“Call me,” Zayn said, giving the three boys his house number. His mother was waiting patiently in the car, happy about how Zayn actually made friends – since he was so shy.

“Will do!” Niall cheered happily, “See you mate.” Niall said, hugging Zayn happily, but sadly. Zayn returned the hug – even his friends at home were not so huggable, but Niall was just comfortable. Seconds later, Louis and Liam joined their hug.

When the three boys, Niall, Liam and Zayn, turned eighteen, they moved to London together – with Louis already living there. All four were interested in music. However, Louis also liked acting, Liam liked sports, and Zayn liked Art. Niall on the other hand, despite loving sports, he took creative writing. He wanted to get back into his childlike imagination.

“That was such a weird choice,” Liam said, spinning his football on his finger. “I mean, you have an imagination, but…it’s weird…” Liam said. Liam was never the type to like English, he wasn’t good at it.

“I want to try it, it’s only one year anyway. It’s not even a major, it’s just a minor.” Niall said.

“I know, I know. But I wanted you to join me in sports… You’re good at them… Well, no, actually, you’re a bit clumsy mate.” Liam laughed. Niall joined him, knowing it was true.

“I promise, next year I’ll join you. I want to take a stab at writing again. Maybe I’ll write us some new songs to perform.” Niall said.

“Fine, hey… Could you maybe…write a love song… There’s this girl…she doesn’t go here…but I want to sing her a song… She lived in Wolverhampton too…” Liam said, stuttering awkwardly.

“Of course, if it means I can actually do this writing class?” Niall said, with hopeful eyes.

“Yeah, of course… I hope I get to read a story, if you write one.” Liam joked.

*

A year later, Niall and Liam walk into their dorm room.

“I can’t believe it has been a year…” Niall said, with a sigh, and he dipped into his bed comfortably. “last year was so nice…surprisingly…” Niall laughed lightly.

“Talk about yourself, I almost got injured like ten times.” Liam commented. “Hey, I heard Louis and Zayn got each other this year too, and they were talking about switching into this dormitory. Did you hear anything from them?” Liam said.