Niall Horan Imagines

The End

WARNING: LONG AND EMOTIONAL

Guys. It's been one full year on this day that I posted my very first few imagines to this book and this profile. At first, this account was only to gain my other account reads. I wanted it to climb the charts so other people would see it, but in the end, that story only ever got maybe four thousand reads.

I used to write little 'scenes,' I would call them, about a girl and a guy and some scenario and send them to my friend. She was pretty supportive, but when I joined Wattpad, I noticed an abundance of fanfiction. I was just getting into the pop culture and YouTube and tumblr and all that jazz. So I figured if I turned them into Niall imagines, who I loved more than anything, I would get some feedback.

And then I didn't. And then I did. I really don't remember when the numbers started climbing as fast as they did but it was insane and still is. I really don't know how to feel, but I feel so grateful and i'm amazed.

I cannot tell you how thankful I am for this wonderful opportunity. This all has been fun, challenging, and educational, but I love you guys the most. Some of the ideas you had and are still having are great! And the support you give me is beyond anything I could have ever asked for or expected. I think I've only gotten a few negative comments. I love you more than One Direction, to be honest.

And to top it all off, I have two requests!

1. Comment below telling me how you found my story or who you've shared it with. Someone a long time ago told me her and her friends fangirled about one of my stories at school, and I haven't forgotten that since. I'd like to know how you came to find me here :)

2. Read what's down below!

I wrote the imagine below a long, long time ago (2011 or 2012?). I made it one night when I had the hugest headache, and for some reason I've never showed it to anyone because I thought it was super special and well written and intimate, and I just wanted something that was mine. It was one of the most special things to me ever, and it still is. But now, I have a group of 500+ friends here to support me and help me and request and give me ideas, and that's more special to me than any fanfiction or piece of writing.

I'm saying goodbye to this book, my biggest achievement, but I'm saying hello to a new book with more content and more ideas and more writing. I love you all so much. Thank you!!!

Without further ado!

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I slipped my pjs on and hopped into bed next to him. We laid side by side, but didn't touch. My head throbbed for no reason, which kept me awake. I turned as quietly as possible, but it was still loud enough to hear.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" Niall asked. I turned towards him, flopping down on the bed. My head squeezed my temples. My pain was almost unbearable.

"Just a headache, that's all," I answered tiredly. I looked at the clock. 1:55? I sighed.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked quietly, resting a hand on my waist under the covers. I took it and held it in my own. Then I put it to my lips and kissed it.

"I don't know," I shrugged. We were feet away from each other due to my constant tossing and turning. My headache was burning holes above my eyes.

He took both of my hands in his and pulled me to him. I turned around, and he squeezed me against his chest. His hands slipped around my waist, and he buried his face in my hair. My heart pounded, making my head throb more. I groaned.

"I'm sorry, love. Am I hurting you?" His arms released, and I laid flat on the bed. The moonlight shining through the window illuminated his worried face.

"Some Ibuprofen should calm my nerves," I said. I dragged my self out of bed, his hand lingering on mine before I left.

I walked into the kitchen quietly and poured out two Ibuprofen from the container. I swallowed them with water and headed back to bed. They wouldn't work right away, and I knew that.

I crawled back into bed.

"Better yet?" he joked. I chuckled and laid down next to him. He cradled me against his chest again. I wrapped myself around him.

"Nope," I sighed. He ran his fingers through my hair, and it felt very soothing.

"I'm sorry, my princess." He kissed my forehead gently. I closed my eyes and smiled.

"The laws of nature are the only things that escape you, my prince," I joked back. He lightly laughed into my hair.

Silence filled the room.

"Thank you for letting me stay with you tonight, Niall." I looked up at him as he smiled down at me.
"It'll be longer than one night soon enough," he reminded me.

"July 11th," we sighed in unison. My thoughts wandered to my white pearly gown in the closet and the perfect diamond ring on my left hand.

I held it up in the moonlight. He admired it with me. I stared at it as he kissed my cheek softly.

"Just a few more weeks," I whispered. The crickets outside chirped loudly. My headache softened into a light thud and a dull ache.

I lowered my hand onto his face and left it there. I wondered if his skin burned the way mine did when I touched him. I looked into his perfect blue eyes.

"I love you," I whispered. My face was inches from his.

"I love you more, Mrs. Horan." My stomach fluttered at the perfect name.

(Y/N) Horan. I blinked rapidly and leaned in to kiss him.

My hand ran through his hair as he kissed me softly and slowly.

"You're so perfect," I breathed in between kisses. His hand gripped my waist, the other tracing the features of my face. He stopped kissing me, watching his fingers move. I focused on his eyes, trying to guess which part of me he was memorizing. His light fingertips tickled my face, leaving a flickering trail of fire behind them.

His fingers ran over my lips, and he stopped. He smiled a wide smile and kissed me gently, once.

When he released, I kissed him twice. He kissed me three times and I laughed. My lips hit his four times. By the time we reached eight, the kisses were all strung together. We kissed for minutes at a time.

My headache slowly disappeared. When it was completely gone, I stopped for a breath.

"Thank you. It's gone," I breathed. He smiled, breathless.

"Are you sure that wasn't just the medicine, love?" he laughed. I shook my head. He laughed again.

"I love you so much," I said against his lips.

"You are so beautiful." He had said that so many times I had learned not to disagree. I smiled. His hand ran down my arm and took my hand. He guided it to his heart.

His heart beat was fast and loud. "You make me go out of control. I'm crazy for you, bumblebee," he whispered in my ear. I bit my lip, smiling. I hated that nickname, but when he said it, I didn't mind.

I put my head on his chest and closed my eyes. He started humming a song to me. Was it one of his songs, a Justin Bieber song? I couldn't tell.

All I heard was Niall, and all I could do was hold him tight and fall fast asleep in his arms.

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Niall Horan Imagines by MelHoran16

Started (First Post): December 15th, 2013
Ended (Last Post): December 15th, 2014

Reads: 2.6 million and climbing
Votes: 16.3 thousand and climbing
Comments: 2.8 thousand and climbing

Monday December 15, 2014 8:38 pm
I am sobbing for the rest of eternity.