Niall Horan IMAGINE BOOK.

Not So Happy Anniversary - Part 1

*(Y/N) POV*

It was ment to be a special day...

I never thought this would happen...

The same thoughts flooded over my mind while I was sat alone in Niall's flat on the couch, crying.

*FLASHBACK TO THIS MORNING*

I woke up in my double bed feeling happy and excited. Today was mine and Niall's three year anniversary, and he actually had a day off.

I rolled over to see if he was awake but his side of the bed was empty.

He must be up already...

I got out of bed, wrapped a dressing gown around my pyjama covered body before going to investigate where Niall was.

"Morning!" I smiled entering the kitchen to find him sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal with a mug of hot coffee.

"Why are you up so early?" I joked quickly glancing at the digital clock which read 08:38.

He put his plate in the dishwasher before coming towards me.

"Sorry I'm late as it is- I got a metting. Be back in an hour, love you!" He said not making eye contact before pecking me cheek.

"I-"

Suddenly he was out the door and I was alone.

"Love you too..." I murmured to myself disappointedly.

He promised me he would get the day off!

He might be taking me out for food later right? He had never forgotten any of our anniversaries...

I walked back into our room and decided to get dressed.

***

An hour passed and he still hadn't come home. I didn't want to text him, because that would make me look clingy.

Maybe it's overtime...

Maybe he's in traffic...

Maybe he's setting something up for us right now...

That last thought was to settle my nerves more than anything.

He hasn't forgotten... I know it.

Only I was nervous he had. What if he had forgotten?! How could he forget that we have been in a lasting relationship for three years today?!

*END OF FLASHBACK*

It was now 11 at night and Niall still wasn't home. By now I had rang him four times, and texted him twice without an answer.

Plus I hadn't eaten all day, Incase he did come back and we went for food.

But now I know. He has forgotten.More hot tears poured down my cheeks and I buried my face in my knees.

I felt my heart race as I heard footsteps approaching the front door and suddenly it clicked open.

I shot up from the sofa wiping my eyes quickly to try and hide I had been crying. Only my eyes we're red and puffy so it was pretty obvious.

"And where have you been?!" I demanded suddenly feeling a rush of anger.

"I was out. What's it to you?!" He spat before kicking off his supras and barging past me and into the kitchen.

No.

Not again.

Please not again.

In the new year Niall and I broke up for a while because one night he came home drunk and called me horrible things. It was the worst week of my life and he promised me he would never get that drunk anywhere near me ever again.

He came back into the living room with a bottle of beer and he casually sat down on the couch, not a care in the world.

"I can't fucking believe you!" I screamed walking up to him letting out some of my anger.

"Excuse me?!" He yelled standing up so he was towering over me.

"I've just come home, what the fuck have I done now?!" He screamed in my face and I had no option but to back away.

Suddenly the anger was gone out of me, leaving me feeling sad and afraid.

"I should have known this would happen again." I said shaking my head and suddenly I was crying again.

Only this was a whole new level of crying. I was bawling my eyes out and he just stood there.

I took a deep breath, and turned away from him before he could react, and I quickly rushed for my shoes.

I heard him let out a sigh and I braced myself for his yelling again.

Only he didn't yell...

"Babe I didn't mean it" He said rushing over to me taking my arms away from my shoes, stopping me from putting them on.

"Don't start! I can't fucking believe you!" I yelled before getting up leaving my laces undone before grabbing my car keys from the kitchen.

"Princess please!" He begged blocking the front door.

"Sobered up now have we?! And don't fucking dare call me that!" I yelled before pushing past him opening the door and slamming it behind me.

He quickly opened it and ran after me but by the time he reached me I was already in my car and driving off.

Away from him.

The tears continued to pour down my cheeks as I realized this was the end. We were breaking up. On our anniversary.

*SO HERE'S PART ONE, ADLEAST 5 VOTES FOR PART TWO. IT'S GETTING EXCTITIING;)*