Niall Imagine for @Emily_Estelle
The sun is just barely peeking through the closed blinds as Niall lies down, completely awake and absolutely aware of the beautiful girl sleeping soundly beside him. He pulls his hand out from under the comforter, beneath which his legs are in what only can be described in a tangled mess with hers. With just the tip of his finger, barely touching, only grazing, he gently strokes some hair off her forehead and lets his touch linger there before gliding in down her cheek, across her lips, stopping to grasp her chin between his pointer and thumb.
It’s crazy to think that only a mere 4 months ago, Niall had never even laid eyes on this girl. Four months ago he had no idea what it was like to feel, to really and truly feel. He didn’t know real happiness, he didn’t know real pain, he didn’t know real love. He didn’t know heartbreak or fear, he didn’t know what it really meant to care about someone. To care about someone so much that your own feelings are bullshit compared to theirs. He didn’t know what it felt like to be safe. Not only in the physical sense, in the emotional sense, too. In the sense that no matter what happened in his own life, no matter what forces tried to tear him down and destroy his happiness, nothing would ever succeed because he’d still wake up every morning knowing he could call this girl his.
Four short months was all it took. The scariest, fastest, most emotional four months he’d ever experienced. In those four months he met Taylor, he fell in love with Taylor, he and he almost lost Taylor. In four months he went from a lonely boy, hiding his feelings of inadequacy with a smile, to someone who finally felt like they had purpose on this earth. Except for those two weeks, those absolutely painful two weeks that were finally coming to an end, those two weeks where he was convinced it was over. He’d lost her. A silly fight, a stupid stupid rumor that he should have stopped before it got out.
She’d packed up her toothbrush, her shampoo, her razor, her extra clothes, brought them all home, promising to never return, to never speak to him, to never even look in his direction. And for those two weeks, Niall felt pain, real pain, a pain far above any type of pain he’d ever experienced. Two straight weeks of fake smiles and forced laughs. Two straight weeks of a hole in his heart and a sunken stomach. Two straight weeks of a constricting bind on his throat, choking him up with tears threatening to spill every moment of every day. Pain, real pain that Niall would never even wish upon his worst enemy.
Until that night when it was too much. Too much pain and too much crying and too much hurt and he was done. He couldn’t take it anymore and he had to fix it, he had to try. So at 2 am on one of the snowiest nights that winter, he made his way across town in nothing but his sweatpants, trainers, and a hoodie he’d pulled on as he walked out the door. He drove the half hour trip to her house, his mind second guessing his actions the whole way, but his foot still pressed steadily to the gas. He parked in her driveway determined, triumphant, proud of himself for not having chickened out yet. He used the spare key he still had attached to his keychain to open her front door, kicking off his shoes as he stepped in, just like he had many times before when they were dating. Happier times.
He took the stairs two at a time up to her room, keeping his steps light and soft, just incase she was still awake (he doubts she is). He paused outside her room for a moment, just listening, partially to hear exactly what’s going on in there, and partially to reflect on the moment, collect his thoughts, pull himself together.
The sound of soft, sad sobs surprised him and scared him. Is she okay? Did someone hurt her? Is someone hurting her? No second thought needed he pushed open the door, and was relieved to find her in her bed, under the covers, curled up with the stuffed tiger he’d won her at the fair a month back. She heard him and looked up, her sobs slowing, but tears still leaking tracks of mascara down her cheeks. Niall’s suddenly lost his voice as he stepped forward. His mouth opened, but closed again because he found it nearly impossible to make a coherent sentence when the girl he loved was finally in front of him, for the first time in two weeks.
“I miss you.”
The words are hers, not his, and he half laughed, half sobbed when he heard them, bringing his hands up to wipe his eyes. He took three steps to her bed and, without being asked, no invitation needed, he climbed in beside her. She moved over and turned onto her side to face him, and he turned onto his, wrapping his arm around her, her head against the crook of his elbow and her face pressed against his comforting chest. By now, the only sign of tears were the blacks smudges on her cheeks. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.
Niall didn’t sleep much that night, though. He dozed off every now and again, but Taylor’s gentle movements beside him kept waking him up. He didn’t mind, though. Watching her sleep, knowing she’s safe, knowing she’s his, it’s one of his favorite things to do, so he quite enjoys spending the night watching her, keeping an eye on her. He has a lot of missed time to make up for.
And now, her eyes are fluttering open at the sound of the garbage truck and she looks up at him. She says nothing, just simply looks at him, a small smile appearing on her lips as she realizes he’s here, he’s back, he’s hers. Niall grins down at her and presses his lips to her forehead. He leaves them there for a second, inhaling deeply, letting the smell of her hair overtake him as he closes his eyes.
“I love you,” he whispers against her skip.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m not leaving. Not ever.” He pulls away to look at her, and despite the tears in her eyes, she’s still smiling, nodding. “I’m not losing you. I’m not ever losing you, you got that? This right here,” he motions between the two of them, focusing on their chests, more specifically, their hearts, “what we’ve got here, this is something special. This is something real. These feelings I got, they’re something real and they don’t happen often. I know that. And I’d be an idiot to do anything to jeopardize it.”
She nods again, happy, relieved sobs leaving her parted lips. Niall shushes her softly as he kisses her, silencing her, loving her properly for the first time in two weeks. “This is forever, alright? You’re stuck with me. And that’s how it’s gonna be.”
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