Niall Horan Imagines

Christmas

Christmas.. (FYI if it Says "I" instead of "you" it was a mistake. Habit)

Imagine...

Christmas couldn't get any worse from this point on. You can't just stand around at a party and smile at all the people you don't know when they come to talk to you like they have known me for years! You look in the mirror at your red Christmas dress that goes down to your knees. Your hair is all curled and some parts pulled back. You shake your head and walk down the stairs.

You walk over to your mom who's in the kitchen and tap her shoulder. She turns around and smiles. "Hi beautiful." She says. She always greets you with beautiful it's been her thing for a while.

"Mom, who are half these people? More than half!" You say throwing my hands up in the air.

"Well, see that's Patrice (moms best friend) and her boyfriend, bobby and his two son's Niall and Greg. Go for Niall Greg is married." She says. "And that's your pregnant aunt Eva she's having twins. Then there is-" you cut her off.

"I get it lots of people I don't know. And Mom, I'm not interested in guys right now. I'm kinda creeped out by how many there are here." You say looking around at all these people.

"It's Christmas Eve, Y/N go out there and have a good time. Meet new people!" She pats your shoulder and walks over to some aunt You don't remember.

"Too many people. I have to get out of here." You say to yourself and quickly run upstairs and to the balcony for some fresh air. You stop in your tracks to see a blonde boy standing there looking out at the ocean. You slowly start to back up but he turns around. You look up and meet with his sparkling blue eyes.

"Oh, sorry if I disturbed you. I just needed fresh air." You say heading for the door.

"Oh no not at all." He says. You turn back around and walk to the other side of the balcony away from him. He's kinda really extremely attractive. "It's really nice up here." He says looking out to the ocean.

"Yea it is." You say quietly.

"What's your name?" He asks turning to you.

"Oh um Y/N. I was named after my father. You didn't need to know that but I am at a loss for words." You blush and turn away.

He chuckles and walks closer to you. "I'm Niall." He holds his hand out for you.

"Nice to meet you Niall."

You shake his hand and smile. His and is warm and firm. You could get used to that.

"So what brings you here? For me it's my dad and his stupid new girlfriend." He sighs leaning on the banister.

"I live here. It's my moms party." You say.

"Oh. I think my dad's girlfriend is a friend of your moms. Her name is Patrice." He says.

"God I hate her." You say remembering how she would be so rude to you when your mother wasn't around.

"Well there's a good chance she may be me step mother." He sighs putting his head in his hands.

"Does she turn rude to you once your father leaves the room?" You ask.

"All the time! Does that happen to you but with your mum?" He asks.

"Ever since I was 7. And now I'm 19 and it still happens!" You sigh.

"My fathers been dating her for 5 years now and they've gotten so close that my father only does what she wants when she wants it." He sighs.

"I feel your pain." You run your hand through your hair.

"So did you come up here to get away from everybody?" He asks tapping the banister.