Niall Horan Imagines

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I chewed on my lip, not caring about the lipstick in that moment.

"And the winner is," the announcer started. My stomach flipped, and I couldn't bring myself to find Niall in the crowd.

I had done the best I could. Voice coaches, the best you could find, helped me to be the best singer I could for my talent, and I had answer my questions the way I was supposed to.

The dress (pic to the side) I was wearing was hand-made from Italy, and I did my best not to step on them with my three inch heels. My hair had been tortured until I found a way to make it look the best, and that was teased and curled to a certain extent.

"Ms. St. Louis!" he exclaimed. My heart broke into a million pieces, and I tried to keep my smile as she hugged me out of excitement. Her screams rang through my ears, but my heart's last beats did, too.

The curtains closed as people continued to clap, including me, and I felt the tears overflow as I neared the bathroom. The length of the dress was all too much, so I tore it to my knees, sobbing once. I stopped in front of the mirror, staring into my own eyes.

It was supposed to be my title. I wasn't some crazed girl who wanted it for fame, but it was to impress Niall. Since we had been married, it had felt as if he just didn't care anymore. I wanted to show him that I was talented, elegant, and a winner. But I then knew I was none of those things.

I watched the mascara detach from my eyelashes, streaming down my cheeks. What was I supposed to do? Niall was going to be so disappointed, embarrassed, even.

I cried for a few minutes, the pain of an empty stomach piercing my side. I had to cut down if I wanted to fit into the dress and look good.

I wiped my makeup off, sniffling quite loudly.

"Hey!" Niall exclaimed, bursting into the bathroom. I gasped, being quite startled. "What are you-" He stopped when he saw the continuing tears and the shreds of my dress.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do it," I said quietly, knowing my voice would break if it were any louder. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Is this about winning?" I nodded slowly, lowering my face into my hands once more.

"I love you no matter what you win or accomplish," he spoke, walking over to me in his fancy suit just for the occasion. I made him wear a suit only to watch me lose.

"I love you for who you are," he mumbled close to me. I looked up at him. "I want you to love yourself," he smiled, pressing a long but chaste kiss to my lips.

"I guess that's something I have to work on," I smiled back, my spirits lifting.

"You look beautiful," he told me as we walked out of the building into the late summer air.

And for those few moments, I really did.

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thanks to Lily_Grace1 for requesting this! I hope you liked it!

i'll be trying to update as many imagines as i can today and tomorrow, so bear with me. i want to knock out a bulk of them these next two days so i won't be so stressed with school D: i'm so anxious

#prettyhurts

this was more of a personal one, for me anyway, but i'm glad i could share it with you guys

Mel xx