Niall Horan Imagines

One Cold, Cold Day

Niall Imagines:

A/N I'm putting my OWN name in this one hehe

Meghan's Pov-

Cold. I hate the cold. Who likes having their finger freeze so much that they become stuck to the many bags of groceries in their hands. Or having their ears almost freeze off because your hat won't go down all the way to your ears. Nope, winter is not my thing at all. I still wonder why I chose Ireland. Oh yeah I didn't. I was forced into this green land with mother which is my only option since college is not an option at this point and my father left us when I was a young girl.

So now I walk these streets with 5 bags of groceries ripping at my frozen fingers. My mother sent me out to get some groceries from the store down the street. The store is down the street but it is pretty far down the street. My mom is at work so I was forced to walk in the freezing cold. I still don't see why she couldn't go shopping on her way home from work...

But now I walk home. This 15-20 minute walk is such a drag. I'm walking as fast as my frail legs can in this below 0 degree weather. The dry air fills my lungs leaving an uncomfortable feeling. This makes me wonder how Elsa can freely say the cold never bothered her anyways... Because this cold is really bothering me.

I'm pretty sure my coat is frozen to my body. That's the thickest layer I have on next to my solid purple sweater. The wind doesn't help either. Huge gusts of wind smack me in the face over and over again making me loose my balance. I nearly slip on a think sheet of black ice but I catch my balance.

I can see people from the other sides of he street looking at me oddly. I shrug it off and continue my journey down the long, narrow street. The street seems to be never ending. My feet are getting really tired and are about to give out at any second. I have to keep pushing forward to get home and put these groceries away or else my mom will kill me.

It starts to grow foggy as I continue my walk. I can't see 5 feet in front of me anymore. My feet start to slide on ice and I'm sure I'm about to land flat on my ass before I feel something help me up. It's like some kind of force taking me from behind and holding me up. I get back on my feet and turn around to thank the mystery person for saving my ass.. Literally.

Once I turn my eyes meet with piercing blue eyes. There, a figure stands only a few inches taller than me. Our faces almost touch were so close. His hair moves around in different directions as gusts of wind come at us. "T-thank you." I stutter as my teeth chatter thanks to the absolutely freezing cold. My throat is so dry it's hard to speak.

"You're welcome. Let me help you. You look absolutely freezing." The mystery man takes hold of my bags and grasps them with his strong hands. I feel a sense of warmness come over me as his kind gesture to a complete stranger amazes me. His blue eyes practically melt my heart.
"What's your name?" I ask looking up to him. He smiles and looks down to his feet. "Niall. You?" He asks very laid back. My feet almost slip on the ice but I catch myself once again. "Meghan." I choke out as a huge gust of wind hits me.

"Let's get you warm." He puts my bags on his arms then leads me to a building off to the side of the road. This stranger I just met is taking me into a building... Not the best idea but something about him makes me want to trust him. Not sure what it is... Maybe those blue eyes.

Once he leads me inside the building he takes me to a chair and sits me down in front of a fireplace. I look around and realize that this is somebody's home. It's not a building, it's a home. I obviously couldn't tell thanks to my lack of vision in the fog.

"It's not every day I get to rescue pretty girls from the cold." Niall says setting my groceries down at my feet. I look to him and bite my lip In awe of his beauty. "Th-thanks for helping me." I say as the cushion of the seat starts to warm me up instantly.