Niall Horan Imagines

The Hate

Your Point of View
The lights turned off and the concert ended. They were awesome. My phone beeped and I looked.

@NiallOfficial-"Had an awesome performance with, @Harry_Styles @Louis_Tomlinson and @Real_Liam_Payne. @Y/T/N was in the audience. I hope you liked it, love. Love you. See ya when we get back to the hotel."

I smiled liked his tweet and commented on it.

@Y/T/N-"I sure did! You guys were awesome. Can't wait for tomorrow's concert to see it again!"

I drove to the hotel and went in to our room, taking my shoes off. I changed into my pj's and flopped on the bed. A few minutes later the bedroom door opened and closed. I opened my eyes and yawned. "Hey, Niall. You guys were awesome." I got up and kissed him. "Thank you, Y/N. I love you." He kissed me back and hugged me. "I love you too, Ni." I pulled away and got into bed. I felt the bed dip down and an arm wrap around my waist. I turned over and looked him in the eyes. "I love you Niall." He smiled. "I love you too, princess." I started to fall asleep as Niall's phone beeped. When sleep hit me, I didn't know after a while, there layed a crying Niall.
Next Morning
I woke up and got dressed into a skirt with a dress shirt. I brushed my hair and went into the kitchen. Niall had bloodshot eyes and he wasn't eating. "Niall? What's wrong? Baby?" He looked at me and sniffled. He got up and walked out. That was weird. He looked really sad and distraught. I should call one of the boys. Liam said he had to do something before the concert for Sophia so I called Louis instead. "Ello? Louis speaking." I sighed. "Louis...it's Niall. I woke up this morning and he was crying. He wasn't eating either. When I asked what was wrong he left. I'm afraid for him. I don't know what happened." The line was silent. "You haven't seen Twitter, have you..." Realization dawned on me. "No. He got hate, didn't he?" I sighed. "Yes. It was bloody awful. You need to help him. We tried but he wouldn't listen. Please, Y/N..." Louis said. "Of course Louis. I'd do anything for him. He's my boyfriend, after all. Bye." I hung up and looked on Twitter. All the hate was about his voice, that he shouldn't be in the band, and about dating me. 3 in particular caught my eye.

-You need that thing that makes your voice sound better. You can't even sing. You shouldn't be in the band.

-They should kick you outta the band. You're no good and just pathetic I don't know why your girlfriend puts up with you.

-Your girlfriend is just saying you for the money. You have nothing good in you. Your voice is terrible and you're not good looking. I would hate to be with you, you pathetic person.

I gasped. How could they say such things?

@Y/T/N-"How could you guys say this stuff? You, "so-called" fans aren't fans at all. You're haters and you're the ones that are pathetic. You're putting someone down who is successful. I bet you're jealous. Btw, I'm not dating for him for his money. I think he's quite handsome and has the best personality. I could care less about his money. So just keep your stupid mouths shut. Or I will do something you'll regret."

I called Niall. "Hello? N-Niall speakin'." He sniffled. "Niall, please come to the hotel... I would like to talk to you, baby. Please?" I asked. "Alright.. I'll be right there." I hung up and went to the kitchen. I made some soup and sat on the couch, putting the hot soup in the coffee table for Niall. He came in with bloodshot eyes and I knew he was probably beating himself up. "Niall, come here." I said, softly. He got on the couch and I gave him the soup. "Eat. I can't have you starve." I kissed his cheek. He sniffled and ate the soup. Once it was gone, he turned to me and hugged me, crying. "Oh, Niall. Shhh... let it out. I'm here for you." He sobbed. My heart just about broke into a million pieces. He shouldn't have to go through this. "Niall, you are perfect just the way you are. Everyone has flaws. Even those haters. Those haters are just jealous of you. You are in a big band and you're successful. They aren't. They want to be you but they can't do anything about it so they insult you. It's not right. You deserve to be happy, Ni. You deserve to be in the band. You have a great voice and I'm not just here for your money. I'm here for the big package and that's you. You are the best present I could ever get." I kissed him and he stopped crying. "Thank you, princess. You're the best. I don't care what they think. All I need is you." He smiled. "I love you too, Nialler."

Sorry, I haven't been on since July 25th! Omg! I'm so sorry! I've actually been busy and I've missed this, so here it is! Thank you!~Abby