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Niall Imagine for @TxmblxEllie_

Niall Imagine for Ellie! Hope you like it! :)

**Ellie’s P.O.V.**

“Niall, I’m driving down the street now. I still don’t know why you’re not answering your phone, but, whatever. See you in a few,” I said, sighing, before hanging up the phone and pulling into the driveway.

I had called Niall at least five times since I got let out of work. Usually he picks up after a couple of rings, but it was like he had abandoned his phone. It was really unusual for Niall, and it worried me.

“Niall?” I called, stepping into the house and throwing my keys and bag onto the kitchen table. I spotted a blinking light out of the corner of my eye, and leaned over to pick up Niall’s phone, which was blinking from five missed calls and new voicemails. “Found your phone,” I whispered, setting it back on the table.

I heard the TV on in the living room and rolled my eyes at my lazy boyfriend before grabbing a beer for him and pushing open the door that led to the living room. “Hey, Niall. Look, I brought you a-. Oh my God! What the hell!” I shouted, my good mood gone instantly.

The TV was, in fact, not on. What I had actually heard was apparently my “boyfriend” making out with another girl. Both of them broke their kiss immediately, looking up at me with horrified expressions. Quickly taking in their appearances, I noted with relief that they weren’t undressed or anything. Their clothes were just wrinkled in places and their hair was a mess.

“Ellie!” Niall gasped in shock. “It’s not what it looks like?” he offered.

“Ha!” I let out a sarcastic laugh. “You,” I snarled, pointing a shaking finger at the girl. “Get your stuff, and get the hell out of my damn house.” She nodded quickly, grabbing her phone and coat before practically rushing out of the house. I turned to face Niall again, and he withered under my gaze.

“Ellie,” he tried, but I cut him off.

“How could you? I trusted you. I loved you. Hell, did I love you.”

“Ellie, please.”

“How long?”

“Ellie,” he tried again, helplessly.

“How. Long.”

“A month,” he nearly whispered.

I scrunched my face up in disgust. “You dick,” I hissed before dumping the contents of the beer bottle all over his head.

“Ellie, what the fuck!” he screamed, jolting his feet and touching his soaked hair gingerly. I took the opportunity to run back into the kitchen to grab my bag and keys and run out of the house, slamming the door behind me for good measure.

I immediately climbed into my car and drove back down the street, aimlessly driving. Five minutes in, the tears finally fell from my eyes, and I had to pull over because I was crying so hard. Seeing as I was in no fit state to drive all the way home and since I had no desire to see Niall at the moment, I decided to drive to the closest One Direction boy’s house, which happened to be Harry.