I Will Be Home for Christmas (A Niall Horan Christmas Imagine)

The air was cold usual for December mornings. I was coming home from my job at the office downtown. The bus dropped me off 7 blocks from the apartment I shared with my boyfriend Niall. He was still on tour with his 4 band mates making other girls happy at concerts and things like that. All I really wanted was for him to come home for Christmas. It had been 2 months since he said goodbye. He offered me to go with him but my job would not allow it.  

I dragged my feet walking slower and slower as the thought of him made me more and more upset. I missed the way he played with my hair in the morning, the way he hugged me and wrapped his arms around my waist and pecked my lips lightly. The way he cuddled with me and how he made me feel safe in his arms.  

I sighed as the familiar sight of the apartment building I live in appeared in the corner of my eye.

I slowly stepped in the lift pressing the 3rd floor button and leaned on the cold metal panels outlining it. The doors slowly opened and I strolled down the hallway. I got to my front door and opened it. The room was empty just the furniture crowding the main room. I took of my jacket and hung it on the rack. I tugged my UGGs of and threw them on the floor next to the door. The cold tile floor of the living room shocked my tired feet. The carpeted stairs seemed so soft now as I walked up and into the main bed room. It smelled like his clone even though he was no were near there. He actually was across the pond in America.  

Warm tears started to stream down my face as I missed him more and more every second. 

I met him at Nandos about two years ago. That cheeky smile he had on his face when he first saw me never left my mind. When I first met him I had no idea he was even famous, but now I knew it all to well.  

I stripped of my clothes and turned on the shower. The hot water relaxed my tensed body. Even more tears streamed down my face. There's is no way to explain how I felt right now. I was just hurt and tired I felt like I was done at this moment. Not to put more on the camels back but all the hate and death threats I was getting was really out doing all the support of some fans.

I tried to stay as long as I could in the shower dreading the moment when the cold air would strike my skin.

I put on my sweat pants and a blue tank top. Tying up the long locks of my hair in a messy ponytail and tying the lose strands up with a gray headband. I slipped into the covers my hair standing on end as the cold sheets started to warm up with my body heat. Sleep creeped in and my eyes closed falling into a deep sleep. 

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"y/n move over your taking up the whole bed" I heard a faint voice say behind me.  

I felt some one get in bed and wrap there arms around me. My eyes fluttered open and I turned towards the soft voice. Light blue eyes greeted me it was Niall. He moved in and kissed my forhead smiling. I was lost in his eyes until Zayn jumped on the bed and then the rest of the band. Now there were 6 people in a bed meant for two and I looked like crap just waking up. I pulled the covers over my head blocking all eyes from looking at me. Harry pulled the bed covers of making Niall fall to the floor. I laughed and Harry started singing the chorus of WMYB being joined by the rest of the guys. I got up and ran into the bathroom I locked the door making sure no one got inside. I could hear them still singing. So I joined in. 

"you don't know oh-oh you don't know your beautiful" I yelled. I could hear laughs through the door.  

I smiled and brushed my teeth still singing at the top of my lungs. I think I swallowed some toothpaste here and there but who cares.  

 Everyone left the room and I walked into my closet closing the door. I got dressed putting on a black top and a black Hollister jacket with white skinny jeans. I put on different colored socks and opened the door to reveal a perfect smile coming from Niall.