Niall Horan Imagines.

✨Bring Me Home.

Niall and I broke up due to some misunderstandings, on bad terms. We haven't talked since then. It's been months. Don't know about him, but I still have feelings for him. I always will. I was too broken to fix anything and he was too proud, with his ego and everything.

One day, out of nowhere, at 3 in the morning, I get a call. It's Niall. I hesitate. Should I pick up the call? Cos if he just wants to hurl more hateful stuff my way then it's better to leave the call unattended. Now the human heart is a very dangerous thing. When the brain shuts down, the heart takes control and that's when the real trouble begins. So I did what the heart ordered me to do. Taking a deep breath, I swiped my thumb across the screen.

Giggles and a few hiccups could be heard from the other end. Niall was drunk. At first he's just giggling into the phone like a little girl, he's asking me how I've been, now he's shouting at me - saying I'm the worst and that I broke his heart. Not only that, but I trampled it as well and then acted as though I was the victim of it all. Then he starts laughing again.

Now he's angry at himself for still loving me. "I've erased each and every one of your texts, but I still haven't forgotten what you wrote. We might have stopped talking, but I haven't forgotten your voice. I still haven't forgotten your touch and the way you smelled." He says. His tone changes again as he says, "And you know how much I hate getting flashbacks from things I don't want to remember, but you know what the worst part is? You're not just a flashback or any flashback. Your a constant!" Then all of a sudden, it's quite.

Then he asks if I'm seeing someone else? Upon hearing my reply, he starts laughing and singing songs I've never heard before. They're really nice and I ask who's are they. He starts swearing and hiccuping. Suddenly he sounds very upset. He asks me to promise that I wouldn't sing the melody or say the words to anyone. Those were his unreleased songs and he was accidentally leaking them to me. Then his voice sounds tired and I can hear him shuffling. Seems like he's lying down. He's still on the phone with me, I lie down as well. My heart remembers the nights we used to talk to each other till one of us fell asleep. I remember how he'd sing to me when I'd have trouble sleeping. How I loved moving my fingers through his hair and then our little fights over me eating his food. A thousand memories came rushing and flooded my eyes. Tears are falling down my eyes and it hurts. It hurts so much that it feels like my chest will cave in and the only thing stopping it are the gasps of air I'm taking in between my tears.

"Bring me home." He whispers underneath his breath, thinking I didn't hear it. HOME. I was his home. He used to tell me that every night before closing his eyes. And that's when I realise how much I love him and miss him.
This time it's just Niall doing the talking. He's too drunk to notice I haven't said anything in a while. All of a sudden, I can hear soft snores. I whisper an "I love you" and cut the call.

Tomorrow I'm going to see him. I don't care if his feelings for me disappear when he gets sober. I'm willing to take a chonce. I don't care if he doesn't want me tomorrow. I'm doing this for me.

Tomorrow she asks him to meet her. Niall doesn't remember everything from last night, only a few patches. He woke up believing he dreamt the whole conversation. They meet up, clear things out, let their bitterness go, explain their feelings and now they're back together, stronger than ever.
"We took a chonce. God knows we tried. Yet, all along I knew we'd be fine."

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A/N: I'm not the one who came up with this Imagine. browngirl433 was the one who wrote it. She's my sister soul-mate. 😂 I just did a few editing and now it's for you guys to read it. The story behind this imagine goes like this: that I have a guy friend, and it's been months since we've texted each other. 2 nights ago I get a call from him and he says he's coming back home from his friend's party. And he's giggling and laughing and I think he's drunk. Cos all those months he hasn't made contact and now he just calls me. After the call I leave him a text and it's been 2 days and he hasn't replied which sort of confirms he really was drunk. 😂😂 I told all this to browngirl433 and she turned it into an imagine.
Anyways, I won't be updating every Friday now, cos my exams are near and I'm preparing for them. But if I get time in between I'll try updating. Thanks for being patient and reading till the end. 
Till next time ✌🏼.