Niall Horan Imagines❤ Part 1

You get hate on Twitter

Sup pizzas ? How did you sleep last night?

This is gonna be a long imagine (as I told you I am changing the length of the imagines and also be more detailed from now on)

So enjoy this and I hope ya'll like it ;)

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Today was a normal day for you at home. Niall has gone off to the studio to record some new tracks with the lads and you just stayed home.

You watched TV for a few minutes until you decided to go on Twitter and Instagram. But first Instagram.

You took a picture of your legs and the TV and said, "Lazy day in front of the TV. I need a manicure ;)" .

You posted it on Instagram and already got 500+ likes. So you went on twitter and tweeted something.

"@Y/T/N: Been so lazy today in front of the TV, can't wait for @NiallOfficial to come home <3 How's everyone doing ? ;)"

You got a lot of mentions and tweets from the fans. Until you saw one that made you feel sick inside.

"@1DAF: I don't like you @Y/T/N ! You are worthless and useless to Niall! #Y/NGoKillYourself"

And soon, a lot of other haters joined the trend and so there were about 3K tweets in 2 minutes that you should kill yourself.

You switched off your notifications and left your phone on the couch. You ran to the bathroom and started to cry your heart out.

"Why do they hate me?" You asked yourself while sobbing, almost unable to say a word as much as you cried. "I g-guess I-I am w-w-wort-thless a-af-t-teral" You cried.

Then you thought about one thing that had NEVER EVER crossed your mind. You grabbed a razor and stared at it for a while. You thought about it. Will it help you? Will all the haters be happy? But what about your family and friends? Forget that, what about Niall?

But then you remembered all the tweets about you, saying you should kill yourself. Oh well, it's what the haters want, why don't you give it in to them?

You slid down the bathroom wall and rolled up your long sleeved shirt and looked at your pulse. One cut, and you can die.

The razor was only 1 cm away from your pulse as Niall burst into the bathroom, grabbing the razor and threw it down the toilet.

You slowly looked up with your blood shot eyes at your already crying boyfriend. Niall grabbed you and pulled you closer to him.

"Y/N, what were you thinking?" Niall whispered in your ear, still holding you close to him. He didn't give you time to reply. "You weren't thinking at all baby! Why would you harm yourself?" He asked.