Niall Horan Imagines.

✨Summer'57.

Niall's P.O.V.
Today I'm going to meet my wife. She's a bit angry at me, but I'm sure she'll forgive me when she tastes this fish and butter smeared baked potatoes. It's her favourite dish she says and only prefers it when I make it for her. I love her very much. She sometimes forgets it, but I don't mind as long as I'm there with her and for her to make her feel that she's not alone.
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"Um, hi! I'm Niall, and I've come to meet my wife, (y/n)."
I see her walking towards me with questioning eyes. Her steps are a bit shaky and hesitant. I extend my hand towards her, she takes it. Doubt still evident from her pale, blue eyes.

"Why are you here and what do you want?", she asks.

"I've come to meet you, see how you are. Don't worry I won't hurt you, come." I say, with an assuring smile.

We both go out into the open area and sit on a bench under a tree.

"What's that you got over there?", she asks, pointing towards my picnic basket.

"It contains something special for you. Wanna see what it is?" I ask, pushing the basket in her direction.

Her eyes gained sparkle and I knew that she trusted me now. I saw her fingers fiddling in order to open the basket.

"Fish and potatoes." She remarked, looking straight into my eyes.

"Why yes, it's your favourite. Here, have a bite." I take a piece of fish and my hand and feed it to her.

"You're right! It is my favourite. I love it. Will you teach me how to cook it? Please don't say no."

How could I ever say no to her? "Of course I will, honey"

We both ate in silence. Cold October winds were blowing. The bare branches swayed with the wind as it also moved through the fallen leaves, making rustling sounds. There was a comfortable silence in between us. I was enjoying her company. She had warmed up to me by now. Her head was placed on my chest and she said that my heartbeat soothed her.

"Do you wanna hear a story?" I asked her.

"Yes", she softly murmured.

"It was a rainy evening of 1957. I was driving home from work when I saw a beautiful girl, dressed in pink dress pants, getting soaked in the rain. She held a black file cover in one hand, trying to use it as an umbrella while waiting for a cab. Although, the file cover did little to shelter her, still she looked cute trying to make an effort. She's fully soaked in the rain and she's cursing herself for not taking an umbrella as she knows how the weather in London is always betraying. You just never know when it's gonna rain. She even gets water in her Jimmy Choos and now she's holding them in her other hand. The wet clothes are clinging to her body, complimenting her curvy figure. I drove my car towards her, lowered my window and asked her, I'll drop her off if she's fine with it."

"What did she say then?" she asked.

"No it's fine. I'm waiting for a cab to come." she replied.

"You'll catch a cold this way and who knows how long it might take for a cab to come?" After giving it some thought, she opened the car door and stepped inside.
We talked during the journey, and then I dropped her off at her place. The next day, I went grocery shopping and I saw her again. I went up to her. We talked and then exchanged numbers. Soon, we started talking frequently. She loved how I made fish and butter smeared baked potatoes. She said it was her favourite and wanted me to teach it to her. She loved placing her head on my chest as my heartbeat seemed to soothe her, she'd say."

"Who was that pretty lady? she asked, slightly tilting her head up.

"That was you." I replied, smiling warmly.

"How can it be me? I don't even know you. We haven't met before", she started shaking once again. "Don't lie to me." I wanted to comfort her, calm her down but she'd just shriek on seeing me approach.

"Get away from me!" she started screaming.

Suddenly a nurse came and started consoling her. I felt a bit hurt at first, knowing that she doesn't trust me. Knowing that I'm not the one, whom she finds comfort in.

"Sir, the visiting hours are over." The same nurse replied, taking my wife away from me.

"I'll come again, next week to see you" I said, as I exited the building that treated patients suffering from Alzheimer's Disease.

I visit my wife weekly. It's been 10 years like this. I always bring her, her favourite dish and tell her the story of how we first met. She always gets angry, towards the end of our meeting, but I know, deep down she loves me as much as I love her, but just forgets to mention it.

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A/N: Hi guys, how are you? I'm officially done with my exams now, that's why I'm back. So here's a new story for you. Hope you liked it. Don't forget to vote and leave a comment. ❤️
Till next time ✌🏼.