Niall Horan Imagines

Thin Air

I sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote. He looked upset, but a good movie would cheer him up. 

"Come sit, Ni," I smiled. I hadn't seen him in a while. He sat on my left and I reached for his hand. 

He suddenly stretched, and I shrugged. I flipped on the movie and skipped the previews. I put the remote in his hand. 

"I'll go pop some popcorn and you get the movie started. I know the whole thing," I said, getting up and standing in the doorway. He nodded, not looking at me. 

"Something up, Niall?" His beautiful blue eyes met mine, and he smiled, reassuring me everything was okay. 

"Yeah, sorry. Just lots on my mind," he said. I smiled and went into the kitchen. I was whistling a song that I had forgotten the name to while I watched the bag inflate in the microwave. I heard the TV turn off, and I began to walk back out there. Niall met me at the door. 

"Oh," I chuckled. "What happened to the movie?" I asked. I realized he hadn't smiled the whole day. 

"We need to talk," he said, putting his hands in his pockets. The microwave beeped, and I took out the popcorn. I poured it in a bowl, kinda worried. 

"Okay. What's up?" I prompted. 

"So you and Liam are close right?" I turned to look at him, smiling at the thought. 

"Yeah, why?" I put the bowl on the table in the center of the kitchen. 

"You seem really close." He didn't look at me. 

"What?" I laughed a little. "Do you think I like him now or something?" He finally looked at me. 

"I looked on your phone the other night a few weeks ago," he said. I furrowed my eyebrows. "You told him you loved him." A small gasp came out of my mouth. 

"You went through my phone?" I asked in disbelief. 

"You shouldn't have anything to hide anyways!" He yelled. I winced, and he closed his eyes. "That's not the point." 

I swallowed and took in a breath. "I've known him since middle school. It wasn't the kind of 'I love you' I say to you. I say that to him all the time!" I protested. He chuckled. 

"Yeah, sure." I felt my cheeks burn. 

"Niall, we've been together for three years. You think I would just-" I couldn't find words at that moment. "Would I ever-" I looked down and inhaled quickly. I was having a small asthma attack. 

"Yeah," he said, taking a piece of popcorn from the bowl. "Well it doesn't even matter anymore." He said. I stopped searching the kitchen for my inhaler and listened. 

"What do you mean?" I barely got out. I was suffocating, and it wasn't even important. 

"You remember (random girl's name)? Course you do." My chest was on fire for a million reasons. "We've been…" he stopped, chuckled, and ran his fingers over his lips briefly. Tears started flowing from my eyes as I began to really suffocate. 

"Aw, shut up," Niall yelled at me. My wheezing was pretty loud. "Stop faking it!" He yelled even louder. I couldn't think anymore. 

When did this happen? What did he mean? (Random girl) who? I didn't love Liam! 

I steadied myself on the counter and inhaled a long breath. Where was my inhaler?!

"Niall," I said clearly. "I love you." 

He turned to look at me, and I fell on the ground. 

"I never loved you." he spat. I watched him walk away and started talking to myself. 

You're okay. You're okay. 

Stop crying. 

YOU'RE ABOUT TO DIE. 

Your inhaler's upstairs, just go get it. 

Oh my gosh! There are black birds flying in the house! And black sand in your eyes! That's so cool! 

help me

Niall's okay, right? He'll be back. 

What's breathing? 

I love you Niall. 

I love you. 

I love. 

I.

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a/n

yeah. that happened.

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