Niall Imagines

Happy Ending

You saw Niall throw the magazine down, a look of disgust on his face.

"Bullshit!" He exclaimed.

You sat down next to him. “What’s wrong babe?” You smiled, rubbing circles on his arm.

"It’s nothing." He said, trying to hide the magazine.

"No no no, I want to know !" You said with a chuckle. "Give it here."

"No!" He said getting up, forcing you to chase him around the room. Eventually you had him pinned down on the couch as he tried to hold the magazine just out of your reach. You tickled him and he burst into hysterics. You quickly grabbed the magazine as he sat up.

"Zoe, don’t." He said, his expression softening.

Your face dropped as you read the headline.

Niall Horan’s Fake Girlfriend?

Followed by pictures of you two and comments.

'She's so fake, she's just using him for his money.'

'Insider says that his so-called 'girlfriend' is simply a publicity stunt'

'She's such a beard. Ziall for life!'

With that you put the magazine down. Niall instinctively wrapped his arms around you.

"Just ignore ‘em babe."

You nodded in a way that wasn’t completely convincing. “It’s fine. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

He hugged you tighter, knowing that it still bothered you. He knew you preferred not to talk about it though.

You left the room. As you walked down the hallway of your house you rubbed your stomach.

You had wanted to tell Niall you were pregnant, but you were already scared and after seeing the magazine you had lost all of your confidence. You sighed, looking down at your hands on your stomach.

It was only a matter of time before you started showing. You knew you had to tell him sooner or later but you couldn’t handle knowing that he might not want it, especially because you were so happy that you’d have a little baby Niall to love and care for.

You went onto the balcony with a cup of tea and sat, trying to clear your head. A tear slipped down your cheek and you wiped it quickly. You heard a noise as the door opened and were surprised to see Louis standing there.

"Hey darlin’ what’s wrong?" He said with a warm smile as he sat next to you.

"Nothing." You replied, wiping another tear from your cheek. He moved forward running his thumb over your cheek, wiping your face.

"It doesn’t look like nothing. Tell me what’s up."

"Louis, I don’t- "

"I’m not leaving until you tell me." He gave a cheeky smile, the kind that indicated that you weren’t going to win the arguement.

"Fine." You inhaled deeply and then took a sip of your tea. "I -" You were cut off by a sob.

"Hey, hey" He moved so he was sitting next to you with his arm around your shoulders.

"It’s just that" You started, another sob escaping your lips "Everyone’s being so mean. All of the fans hate me and they think that Niall and I don’t love each other."

Louis nodded, understandingly. “I know babe, you just have to ignore them.”
You hung your head. “But what if they’re right? I mean, what if he sees all of this and realizes that he doesn’t like me anymore?”