Niall Horan Imagines Continue

#212 = You fight and make up (Punk series)

"For fucks sake!" You hear a yell as the bedroom door slams open. Your eyes shoot awake form your previous slumber only for you to blink them back.

"W-wha...?" He sat up and stretched while yawning to see a furious Niall standing at the door. "Baby?"

"Why isn't dinner ready?" He scowled making you raise an eyebrow.

"What?" He let's out a deep breathe and switches on the light.

"I asked. Why isn't dinner ready?"

"Dinner? Niall, it's 2 in the morning! Just come to bed and I'll make you some breakfast later." You hummed falling back into your cozy sheets. Though it was to good to be true. The sheets were ripped off of you making your growl and sit up looking at Niall throw the sheets in the floor.

"Make me something to eat. I specifically fucking told you that when I get home late, there better be dinner waiting for me. So where fucking is it?" You snarled and stood to your feet feeling less tired as you were before.

"Yeah, I know that Niall. I made you dinner hours ago and put it in the fridge. It's the normal of what we usually have. Go downstairs and heat it in the microwave. I'm tired and at this point in my life, really don't give a shit-

His hand suddenly gripped your jaw as he glared down at you. You gripped his wrist and returned his glare.

"You don't get it do you (Y/N)? It's not about the fucking food. It's about your attitude."

"My attitude?" You whispered as his second hand tightened in your hair.

"If I say I'm going to come home late, you stay up and wait for me. You don't understand what I've been going through and I'd like to come home to be embraced. Loved. But what do I get?" He asks pushing me away and I landed on the bed. Catching my fall, you sat up and rubbed the heated skin around your jaw. "Oh, I don't want to have sex tonight. Maybe tomorrow Niall. I promise I'll wait for you when you get back."

He held a cold stare and his jaw clenched.

"You say all of these bullshit excuses and it pisses me off! I just want the woman I love to be home waiting for me to walk through the door with her arms or fucking legs open!" He snaps as you growl.

"Fine. You want to have sex? Let's fucking have sex then!" Standing up, you pulled your shirt over your head and threw it at Niall. "Sorry I've been working my ass off for rent lately and go to bed to sleep!" You then take your track suit pants off and throw them at him. "Sorry I didn't just leave your dinner on the dining table with candles and music set up!" Then you took your bra off as he only glared at your exposed skin. "Sorry that I deny sex because every time we actually have it, you fucking shred me up down there!"

Throwing your underwear away, you were fully naked in front of Niall before holding your arms out wide to gesture.

"So here's the fucking deal Niall Horan. Fuck me now. I'll make you breakfast tomorrow morning and spend every minute with you. When you leave, I'll wait on the fucking couch for you when you get home! Does that make you happy? Are you fucking satisfied Niall?!" He yelled out and kicked over the side table beside the door before storming over towards you

"That sounds perfect you fucking sexy shit!" He yelled pushing you down on the bed and attacking your neck with his mouth. You let a loud moan escape your lips and gripped his hair tightly as he grunted against your skin.

"Take this as a fucking apology you lucky bastard." You growled in lust against his ear as he hovered his face over yours.

"Spread your legs and let the apology commence." He said settling himself before pushing his mouth against yours.

~ NouisHoransons_child