Niall Horan Imagines

Voicemails

"This is Niall, please leave a message and I'll call you back.... (y/n) stop laughing at me...," you laugh slightly but it comes out as choked sobs, at Niall yelling at you because you were making fun of him while he was setting his voicemail.

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"Hey Ni.. it's me again," you sniffle.

"It's been two years and I still miss you. I've payed your phone bill so I could hear your voice. I know you'd be shaking your head in disapproval right now, because I'm still crying," you let out a little chuckle, " the boys and their girlfriends come and visit me everyday, to make sure I'm ok. I'm glad they are. I love you so much Ni, why'd you have to go? You probably want me to move on and get married, don't cha? Well I could nev-,"

"I'm sorry your message is too long. We'll have to hang up now," The monotone lady says, and then the line goes dead. Quiet sobs echoes through out yours and Niall's flat.

"(Y/N)," Zayn's familiar voice calls out.
It was his turn to come and check on you.

"Yeah," you sniffle.

"Are you ok?" he asks, while coming over, and sitting down next to you. He wraps his arms around you, and hugs you tightly.

"I-I'm fine," you stutter.

"He really loved you. You know that?" he asks, while squeezing your shoulders.

"Yeah. And I loved him just as much. Those ten years we were together were the best," you cry once more, while you look down at your engagement ring. Niall had proposed to you a year before his death.

"Well I have to get home. Perrie and the baby are waiting for me. I love you (Y/N). Louis will be over tomorrow," Zayn says while tightly hugging me and kissing the top of my head.

"Love you too," You mumble into his shoulder. With that Zayn got up and left. Leaving you there on your couch staring at a picture of you and Niall.