Niall Horan Imagines

Let Me (Request)

I pushed open the door, my heart heavy. I located her in nearly half a second, and she knew something was wrong.

"Hey," I sighed out, ignoring the additional others in the room. "D'you have time to talk?" I asked my aunt, who was a counselor at my school.

She gave me a sympathetic smile, hearing my voice shake.

"Course, honey," she smiled, and I gripped my backpack strap a little harder as I walked into her office for the fourth time that week.

"What's wrong?" she asked as I flopped down the chair and started crying. I sobbed for a few seconds, knowing my thoughts and emotions were getting the better of me.

"I just feel so worthless," I cried, and she rested a hand on my arm. "Everyone is so much more confident and better than me." She sighed, starting to rant at me how I shouldn't be so down on myself and how I needed to accept who I was to ever be happy.

"I can't do that," I told her, the tears starting up again. I covered my face, bending in half and letting myself out.

The sudden burst through the door alarmed me, but my sobs were involuntary.

"Niall!" my aunt exclaimed, and I tensed up. I had always wanted to be closer to Niall; he seemed really nice, and obviously I needed someone to vent to.

"Wait outside," she ordered, and I let out a sigh when the door closed.

"Sorry," she breathed, and I sat back up to wipe my eyes.

She told me I should get to class and try to think about something else for a while. I nodded sullenly, walking back through the office and past Niall.

I took as long as I possibly could to get back to class, opening my locker a few times and cleaning my makeup in the bathroom.

Right before I pulled open the door to English, I heard my name and knew I was in trouble.

"Katie!" someone called sternly. I stared down at the ground, stepping further back into the hallway to get yelled at.

I looked up to see Niall almost stomping towards me.

"Ni-" I started, only being interrupted by him hugging me suddenly.

I froze, only feeling him squeeze me tighter against his chest. He had looked angry, and the abrupt familiarity and intimacy was strange.

"You can talk to me, you know," he spoke at my ear. I felt his heart beating near mine as I tried not to breathe, but that only made my heart race faster.

"You seemed really upset, and I wanted to help you," he continued on, and I hugged him back.

"So let me," he breathed, letting me go right as I was starting to enjoy the feeling of him against me.

I only nodded, my eyes still puffy and red. And I guess I forgot about my problems for a while.

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I want this

thanks to katie_tribs for requesting! I hope you liked it and so so so sorry for the wait!

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