Niall Horan Imagines

Racing

He smiled at me one last time before sliding his helmet over his perfect quiff and bright expression. I chewed on my lip, knowing how fast that car he was climbing into could go; he had shown me. 

I let out an excited shout as he pulled out onto the racetrack. Even though these were just a few practice rounds before the real show a few hours later, the danger was nearly equal. At least a dozen other racers were on the track at the same time. 

I heard the engine roar in exertion. I imagined his excited eyes as he pushed down on the gas pedal; I had seen it a million times. 

I watched the jumbotron display him reaching the minimum speed, and take a corner perfectly. I smiled widely, knowing how much he wanted to win the championship that was in a few weeks. 

After something like 45 minutes, he edged the end of the practice rounds. He sped up to try to pass one of the cars in front of him as he rounded the corner. I watched, growing a little uncomfortable in that stadium seat. 

I looked away for a half a second, taking a sip of my drink when I heard someone scream a few rows in front of me. My eyes flicked up to her, but the screen caught my attention more than anything. I watched the car that Niall was in go to dodge something on the track, but in doing that he ran off the track a little, and there was a small ditch. But it was enough to flip his car right onto its back. 

A scream bubbled out of my throat, but before I would let my body freeze, I was bolting down the bleachers, pushing through the endless crowds of people to get to the only man I could ever love.

I got through some security and out into the pits, running through garage after garage to get to where he crashed. A medic was rushing to the scene, so I joined him, pretending I was supposed to be there.

We got to the car, and I watched as they pulled open the door. A stream of blood ran down from his nose, and there were a few other little cuts from the broken window and windshield. Tears brimmed and soon overflowed at the sight of him. I saw his chest rise and fall, but that didn't really diminish my worries as much as it should have. 

They were checking his pulse, and I walked up to him. I took his hand. 

"Miss, you can't be there," one of the officials said behind me. I shot him a glare as a tear rolled down my cheek. 

"He's my fiancé," I retorted, putting my face close to his. I whispered his name in his ear, reassuring only myself. I knew he couldn't hear me.

"BOO!" Niall's eyes popped open, and I jumped back, watching his face light up. 

"I got you!" he exclaimed, laughing loudly. My pounding heart didn't stop. 

"Niall!" I yelled, hitting him across the shoulder. He stopped laughing for a second, but continued. 

"You should have seen your face," he choked out between chortles. I shook my head, still mortified about what had happened. 

"I thought you were dead," I said quietly. His face softened, and he pulled me close to him, still chuckling. 

"I would never do that to you, love," he said lovingly. I smiled softly because I heard the truth in his voice. 

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