Niall Horan Imagine

It's a cold day in December, just a few days before Christmas. You're out on the sidewalk of a busy street in London, playing your keyboard. You are trying to earn money for charity by performing on street corners. You start playing "Love Song" by Sarah Bareilles, and grin as you flip your naturally red hair over your shoulder and start singing. 

"Head under water, and you tell me, to breathe easy for a while. But breathing gets harder, even I know that..." 

A few people came up and dropped coins in the blue bucket you had set out labeled "Charity". 

"Made room for me, it's too soon to see, if I'm happy in your hands. I'm unusually hard to hold on to." 

By now a few more people had come up and given you money. Some even stayed to listen. You took a deep breath and headed into the chorus. 

"Blank stares at, blank pages. No easy way to say this... You mean well, but you make this hard on me." 

A group of five boys came up, about your age. One by one, they placed their spare change in the bucket. You smiled at them. The only blond boy smiled back. He had blue eyes that put the ocean to shame, and adorably crooked front teeth. You almost missed the chorus, distracted by his smile. 

"I'm not gonna write you a love song, 'cause you asked for it, 'cause you need one, you see I'm not gonna write you a love song, 'cause you tell me it's make or breakin' this, if you're on your way I'm not gonna write you, to stay. If all you're doing is leaving I'm gonna need a better reason to write you, a love song, today." 

You played and sang through the song, watching people peel off as they got bored. The five boys stayed throughout the whole thing, though. 

"Your heart is nowhere in it, I don't want it for a minute, babe I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that there's a reason to write you, a love song, today..." 

You finished the song to a loud applause from the boys. Grinning, you did a little bow and laughed. 

"What's your name, love?" asked a tall boy with extremely curly brown hair and striking emerald eyes. 

"April." you replied. 

"Pretty name for a pretty girl." said the boy next to him. He was dressed in suspenders and a striped t-shirt with red TOMs. 

"Why thank you." you said, blushing. "What are your names?" 

"Harry Styles, at your service." the curly-haired boy said, kissing your hand and winking. You managed to suppress a giggle, but only just. This Harry was a flirt. 

"Don't hog her, Harry." said the boy in suspenders, pushing Harry out of the way. "I'm Louis." 

You nodded and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Louis." 

"Zayn." said a boy next to Louis. He stepped forward and shook your hand also. 

"Hello, Zayn." 

Next, a tall boy walked up and introduced himself. "Hi, April. I'm Liam." you smiled. All these boys sounded pretty nice. 

"Hey Liam. Nice to meet you." 

Harry, Liam, Louis and Zayn looked expectantly at the blond boy. 

He stuck out his hand and you shook it. 

"Hi, April. I'm Niall. You did a good job on the song." 

You blushed a deep red. "Why thank you, Niall. That means a lot." 

He grinned and looked into your brown eyes as you stared into his blue ones. 

"Eh-hem." You two were interrupted by Harry.