Niall Horan Imagines

Drunk

Niall didn't often come home drunk, but it scared you when he did. Every once in a while, he would go get a drink with the guys, but if he had a bad day then it would be more than one drink. You could tell if he was drinking, because he wouldn't call you. You lay in the bed that you shared with Niall, staring at the bedside clock. 11:58. You heard Niall's heavy drunken footsteps through the house. You knew it was best to help him or he would never find his way to bed. "Ni.." you called to the dark. "Who's there?" he yelled turning on the living room light. "It's only me (y/n). You know. Your wife." You slowly approached him as to not startle him. "I dont need your help," he yelled as you began to lead him to your room. "It will be okay, Niall. I am just going to take you to your bed." This only made him angrier. "No," he said pushing you away. You lost your balance and fell into the corner wall. Your shoulder began to burn. Sitting up, you grabbed your shoulder, pulling back a hand covered in blood. You ran to the bathroom hoping the gash wasnt too bad. It looked pretty deep so you called your friend. Although Abby was a vet, she knew how to give stitches to humans. "Abby. I know it is really late, but I fell and I think I might need stitches. I dont want to go to the hospital." "I'll be over in a few minutes. Apply a cold rag and pressure until I get there." You hung up and saw Niall sitting in the corner. You helped him up with your good arm and put him to bed. Abby soon arrived. "(y/n), you couldnt have gotten this from tripping," she said, "what really happened?" Tears began to stream down your face. "N-Niall had a bad day so he came home a tad drunk. He was confused and pushed me. I know he didnt mean to," you began to explain. "Please be careful. Next time it could be worse," you knodded as Abby finished stitching you up. "Try to keep it covered and washed for about a week. Oh and tylenol isnt such a bad idea either," she said before leaving. You thanked her, then cleaned the blood off of the floor before climbing on the couch to sleep.

The next morning you were woken by Niall. "(y/n)?" he whispered, "why are you on the couch?" Startled, you sat up. "Oh Niall. You scared me," you said breathing heavily. "Sorry. I was just worried. Why are you on the couch?" his eyebrows furrowed as he sat next to you. "Oh I um I couldnt get situated in bed last night and I didnt want to wake you so I tried to couch." Niall's worried face relaxed as he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. He laid his head on your shoulder causing you to wince. "What's wrong with your shoulder?" his faced flooding with worry again. "I think I just slept on it the wrong way," you lied. "Should I give you a massage?" he winked. "I need to take a bath anyways so I think I will just take some tylenol and a hot bath." you pecked Niall's lips before heading to the bathroom. You settled yourself into the warm water and began to cry, covering your mouth so Niall wouldnt hear. Footsteps grew louder through the hallway and you tried to cover your shoulder, but Niall opened the door leaving you exposed. He bent down next to the tub, gently rubbing his fingers over your stitches and bruise. "Did I do this?" he gasped burrying his head in his hands. You lifted his chin making him look you in the eyes. "Yes you did do this, but you didnt mean it. So what you had one bad day? So what you were a little drunk? You did not mean to hurt me. Right?" your voice growing quieter thinking about it. "I am so sorry (y/n). I cannot believe myself. How could I have done this?" his eyes grew red and began to fill with tears." "Ni. Nobody is perfect, and I am not even mad at you." "But you should be," he said shaking his head. "You should be furious and upset and and and..." you cut him off by kissing his soft lips. "Do you love me?" you asked breaking the kiss. "Of course," he breathed. "Then that is all that matters." you reassured him. He kissed you again before helping you gently wash your shoulder and reapply new bandages. He kissed your shoulder lightly before making his way up to your neck. "I will never hurt you again."