Harry Styles Imagines

#Niall#Part1

~Your POV

Niall is the type of boyfriend who is always there for you. Who let's you cry against his shoulder when you need one. Who picks you up, when you're down. Who loves you with every single fibre of his body. You need him and he needs you. Your love for each other is stronger than everything. Stronger than the tons of hate you get from the fans. When it gets really hard and the fans won't stop sending hate to you, Niall is always there to tell you, that you can't listen to them. Because it's not true. But right now he's on tour. And you didn't blame him for leaving you. He loves what he does, it makes him happy. And when Niall's happy, you're happy too. So everything is fine. You miss him though, but only a few more hours and Niall would be home again. He would hold you and never let go. He would tell you, that he's there for you. And he would rescue you. He would make your miserable life 100 times better, just by being with you.

Since he's on tour and not here, you got a lot of hate. More than usual. The fans sent you death treats and the things got much worse than before. But this time Niall wasn't there to pick you up from off the ground. He wasn't here to be your light in the dark.

You decided to do the groceries before he returned. You grabbed your key and walked out the door of your shared house. You walked along the sidewalk, a little bit fast, to be at quick at the store as possible. Suddenly a few girls were coming towards you. Before you realised what's happening, you were laying on the floor. You felt a kick against your ribs and fists collided with your jaw.

"That's what you get!"

"You're a worthless bitch!"

The girls screamed at you and continued with beating you up. After a few more punches it stopped. The girls walked away and you got up carefully. Your whole body felt numb, you didn't even realise the tears which were streaming down your face. You made your way back to your house and ran to the kitchen. You took a pen and a sheet of paper and you started writing. A letter for Niall. To explain everything. Because when he comes home, you won't be here anymore to tell him by yourself. Your hands were shaky, as you held the finished letter, rereading it over and over. As you were finished, the paper was tear stained. You placed it on the kitchen counter and walked through the back door into the garden. You opened the small door of the greenhouse and grabbed a rope. Tears continued to stream down your face, as you walked over to the big tree. You attach the rope on the thick branch and stood on a small stool, to wrap the loop around your neck. You jumped off the stool and began to choke. Your eyes felt heavier and heavier. Everything got dark around you and the last thing you saw, before your eyes closed forever, was Niall. He ran towards you, shouting, tears running down his cheeks.

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a/n.

Writing with my phone again, 'cause I'm at school rn. It's going to be a saaaad imagine. Inspired by 'Apologize' from One Republic. Listen to the song while reading and you'll get feels.

Part 2 wether today or tomorrow.

Stay fresh...haha I don't know🙊❤️🐱

-C xx