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Niall Imagine for @LovingLM

Niall imagine for Stephanie. Hope you like it! :D

**Stephanie’s P.O.V**

“Hey, Niall. It’s Steph. I’m waiting for you at home for dinner. It’s getting cold,” I said dryly, staring at the chicken that was sitting on the stove. “Call me back,” I said, hanging up the phone. Niall had gone to the studio over three hours ago, promising that he’d be back in less than an hour. Well, here I was, one hundred and eighty minutes later, with a cold plate of chicken and rice sitting in front of me.

I sighed after ten minutes of just sitting there, my stomach rumbling loudly. You know what, I thought. Screw Niall. He can eat whenever he decides to come home. I went and made a plate for myself, eating alone for what seemed like the fifth time this week.

Two hours later, I heard the front door bang open, and I barely glanced away from the television screen. My arms and legs were crossed so tight that I probably looked like a pretzel, and my lips were drawn in a thin line. “Steph!” Niall called out. “Stephanie!”

He finally found me in the living room, blankly watching some documentary on the history channel. “I was calling you,” he said, stating the obvious. “Why did you ignore me? And what are you watching this? You hate the history channel.”

I shrugged, and my bad mood seemed to drift over to Niall. He scoffed, throwing his jacket over the edge of the couch. “Fine. Be like that. What’s for dinner?”

“Chicken,” I responded shortly.

“Well no need to be a bitch about it,” I heard Niall mumble before disappearing into the kitchen. I huffed angrily and stood up, marching into the kitchen to see Niall sitting at the table alone with a plate of chicken and rice, just like I was two hours ago.

“What was that, Horan?” I hissed, crossing my arms again and narrowing my eyes.

“I just asked you a simple question. There was no need to give me an attitude with it. Especially not after I had an awful day at work!”

“Oh right, I’m sorry!” I replied sarcastically. “Work! I forgot about that! Right, you left for work nearly five hours ago!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” he said, finally calming down. He set his fork down on the table, his head sinking into his hands. “We got some bad news today. The lads and I were there so long because we were trying to fight against it, but it’s no use,” he mumbled, his bad mood disappearing for a second.

“Well, what is it?” I asked, sitting across from him. Niall had had a bad day at work. The least I could do was try and forget my anger at him being late and try to comfort him through it.

Niall looked at me warily before shaking his head. “I don’t think now’s the best time to tell you. Not while you’re in this mood.”

“Niall,” I sighed. “How am I supposed to help you if you don’t tell me anything?”