One Direction Imagines

Niall Imagine

You and the boys are hanging out at your boyfriend Niall's house. Zayn is taking a nap, Liam's doing a twitcam, and you're sitting in the living room with Harry, Louis and Niall.
Niall is answering some tweets on his phone while the four of you are making conversation and laughing together. When you notice that Niall had started to get quiet, you glance over at him, and he's staring down at his phone. All of a sudden, his face drops and he looks upset. You start to get worried and confused when you see his eyes get watery.
"Ni-" you begin. But before you can even finish saying his name, he stands up, throws his phone onto the chair he was sitting on and runs out of the room. Your heart starts racing in bewilderment and when you look at Harry and Louis, they're also looking back at you in confusion.
You stand up and walk over to the chair he was sitting in and pick up his phone. The screen shows his twitter interactions. The first tweet reads, "Go to hell you ugly weirdo." What?! You scroll down a bit and a few other ones are just as bad. "I like the other boys but not you. You shouldn't even be in the band, you can't sing." "You're so ugly and I hope you die."
Your eyes widen in shock and your hand goes up to your face to cover your gaping mouth.
"What is it?" Harry asks you.
"I...I'll be right back," you race upstairs with the phone in your hand to Niall's bedroom. You always knew that the boys got hate every now and then, but you never knew that they actually saw any of it.
When you reach his door, you knock vigorously on it. "Niall, open up," you demand. You hear the knob turn and the door opens, revealing the blonde boy standing in front of you. His stunning bright blue eyes are shining with tears that he's not allowing to leave his eyes in fear of crying in front of you. But you can tell he's just about ready to cry. Your heart sinks at his expression.
Niall looks like he's trying to figure out what he wants to say when you see him glance down at your hand that has his phone in it. He now knows that you know why he's upset, so he can't make up any lies. When he finally opens his mouth and he's about to speak, you stop him by colliding into him, quickly wrapping your arms around his body. He embraces you tightly, as if he's holding onto you for dear life and the two of you stay in a warm hug without speaking for a few minutes. You rub his back, moving your hands in circles and you bury your face into his chest. When you pull away, he looks down at you.
"So, you read my phone, huh," he mumbles.
You look up at him in sadness and slide your hand up and down his arm. For some reason, you seem more upset than he does and your voice starts cracking as you speak to him and look into his eyes. "I just don't understand how people can be so cruel."
He shrugged. "I get stuff like that all the time."
"What?!" you ask, surprised.
"Well, yeah. I mean, I'm not the favorite of the group..I expect stuff like this. I stormed out of the room because I was angry, not because I was sad."
"Niall, don't be afraid to admit it. I saw your face, and you were upset."
He sighed. "Well, a little..."
You look down at the ground. "I just can't stand this. When I see you sad, it just makes me SO angry. It's like..I just want to kill whoever made you upset.." He smiled down at you.
"Why are you so happy?" you ask, confused.
"It's just funny how you're getting so mad."
"How is this funny, though? People should not be allowed to say things like that. You are so beautiful, and I don't see how anyone can even begin to think you're ugly. Your singing voice makes me melt every time I hear it, and no one else belongs in that band more than the five of you boys," you ramble on and on. "God, I just can't even take it any more. And telling someone you want them to die? That's just low. I swear Niall, don't ever believe anything any hater says to you. You are one of the most fit people I have EVER seen, and--"
Niall cuts you off by crashing his lips against yours. You lean back as he dominates the kiss, resting his hands protectively on your sides. You kiss him back passionately and set your hands on his upper arms.
After about thirty seconds, Niall pulls away and genuinely smiles down at you. "I love you so much," he blurts out. As he speaks, you feel his warm breath smack against your face as his face is close to yours, and it comforts you.
You freeze. Neither of you have ever said you love each other before. But in the moment, with you in Niall's arms and his crystal blue eyes boring into yours, there is no other thing that you'd rather say.
"I love you too," you bite your lip nervously as you whisper, tears forming in your eyes. Niall's smile grew wider as yours did too and you raise your hand to your face to wipe your tears of happiness away. You let yourself fall under his control as he pulls your body up against his, softly pressing his lips onto yours. You smile into the kiss and feel him smile right back.
When you pull away, a cheeky grin appears on Niall's face. "So...you think I'm fit, yeah?" he asks you.
You feel a slight blush come on and slap him in the stomach, remembering what you had let slip a few minutes ago. "Of course I do, you big idiot," you respond while interlocking your fingers with his. Your eyes were permanently stuck on his. "Let's go back downstairs."
"Whatever you say, babe," he answers with a satisfied smile stamped onto his face.

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This is my first imagine so I hope it's okay c; I don't know how often I'll post one. probably , just whenever I feel like it! It depends on how many requests I get!