Niall Horan Imagines

You Don't Care (Request)

"Hey, Ni," I called, sniffling. He looked up at me, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" he wondered, getting up to meet me. I sighed, letting the tears stop falling.

"The hate is really getting to me," I sighed, shaking my head. He led me to the couch, sitting down next to me.

"Tell me what's wrong," he offered, making me smile that he cared.

I began relaying to him the things that I had been called, feeling some relief from the insane pressure that the depression lingering over my head had put on my shoulders

His phone beeped at him, and he pulled it out, staring at the brightly lit screen.

I hesitated for a moment, but he urged me on.

"And I just really feel like maybe..." I trailed off, closing my mouth. He didn't notice I had stopped, he didn't even look up as I walked away to go cry in our room.

Later that day once I had calmed down abit, he asked me to make some dinner.

I stood at the stove, feeling like I was gonna cry once again at the little attention I was being paid by my husband.

"So, today Liam was trying to make a full court shot," Niall chuckled, not even realizing I was crying into our food.

"And he made it on the hundredth shot, can you believe that," he laughed.

"Mhmm," I hummed, trying to be quiet.

"So, I tried and guess what?" I hummed at him to continue.

"I made it on the first shot," he grinned, coming over to me.

"What's wrong?" I sighed, turning off the stove because the food was ready.

"Nothing," I lied, wiping away some tears.

"Don't lie to me," he pouted, watching as I poured all of the food onto his plate, leaving mine bare.

"Aren't you going to eat?" he wondered, about to scoop some of his food onto my plate.

"I'm not hungry," I sobbed, shoving the pan in the sink and starting to walk to the room.

"Kirsty," he called, making me stop.

"You don't care!" I exclaimed, covering my face after I had said it. "No one cares."

"What?" he whispered, furrowing his eyebrows at me

"All of the hate made me so upset but you couldn't even be bothered to listen. My mom doesn't have time for me on the phone, and you're always watching television or play football," I said to him. He shook his head.

"I care. Sometimes I get distracted, but I do care," he spoke, caressing my face.I shook my head slowly.

"I don't believe y-" He pulled his lips onto mine, kissing me for ten seconds.

"That doesn't mean you care about the silly little things in my life," I sighed, backing away from him.

"Then why do you care about mine?" he countered.

"Because I love you," I shrugged like it should have been obvious.

"I love you, too," he smiled.

"Niall-" I started. He kissed me again, even longer, and I sighed impatiently when he let go.

"How much longer will it take to show you that no matter what happens, you can talk to me?" he wondered, still so close to me.

"I don't think kissing will," I doubted, feeling as upset as I had earlier.

"I'm going to change," he spoke, looking me straight in the eye. I shook my head, still unconvinced. He furrowed his eyebrows out of frustration, kissing again.

"Niall," I sighed in between kisses. He grunted a no, and then I was proven. He kissed me until all of my tears and worries were washed away.

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thanks to KirstyBews for requesting this! I hope you liked it!

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