Niall Horan imagines

fight

"You're such an idiot!" you screamed, storming into the dressing room he shared with the boys. You didn't care who was there. Liam. Zayn. Louis. Lou. Who gave a fuck? You were mad at him and rightfully so. How dare he think that you'd been cheating on him with Harry, all because of that ridiculous paparazzi photo that had taken a photo of you and Harry hugging? And the only reason you had been hugging was because you hadn't remembered which chrome guitar Niall wanted for his birthday and Harry had.

"I'M THE IDIOT?! Stop sneaking around with my friend!" he accused in disbelief. Judging by the uncomfortable looks on Zayn, Liam, Louis and Lou's faces, you could tell that they had been surprised by you guys sudden outbursts. They had never seen you fight before and to say it was scary would be an understatement.

"I am not sneaking around with your fucking friend! So would you chill the fuck out? God, you're so infuriating sometimes." You could feel your hands pull your hair away from your face, a soft scoff escaping your mouth

"These pictures are worth a thousand words Y/N! You and Harry have been spending a lot of time together lately and you don't expect me to get upset when I see pictures of you two hugging? You've lost your fucking mind if you thought I wouldn't have been mad!" he fought back before slapping the magazine down onto the nearby coffee table. Abruptly, you snatched the paper off the table just as Harry walked into the room; completely confused by all the screaming.

"When are you going to get it through that small Irish head of yours, I don't want Harry!" you exclaimed before turning to Harry, "no offence."

"None taken," Harry muttered softly before putting his hands up in defence.

"Then why? Why are you two hugging? Why have you been spending more time with him then me lately?" Niall questioned.

"Mate, it's really not what you think," Harry responded trying to defuse the tension between the two of you. He knew you wanted to keep his birthday festivities and present under wraps and he had offered to help you plan Niall's birthday. Besides, Niall would only turn twenty-one once and how many people could say they got to spend it in the United States; the only place in the world where he was yet to be legal to enjoy the pints he valued so much.

"Was I asking you?" Niall snapped, "Answer the questions Y/N!"

"Fine! You want a fucking answer, here it is," you reply before storming out of the room in a fit. Entering the room, you push the guitar case and magazine article into his chest.

"Happy fucking birthday Niall. You think that I like the stories written about us? Do you know how many times I have to stop myself from screaming because of the cheating rumors and the pictures and the bullshit? You forget that I'm in the same industry as you! I get followed around just as much as you do! And I'm the one who gets the hate and the questions and I tolerate it because I love you. And the only reason I was out with Harry all week was because I wanted to plan the best twenty-first birthday for you! But every time it's the same bullshit with you and I'm so done. Have a great birthday Ni. If you'll excuse me, I have bags to pack. I'll let Simon know that he'll need to find a new opener for the shows. Take care of him boys," you state with tear-filled eyes as you walk out of the room. Taking a deep breath, you let the tears fall freely as you bolted to your tour bus. Just like that you day had gone from good too bad to worse.

"Open it mate. Seriously," Harry said softly as Niall found himself unable to speak. Just like that you had broken up with him or at least that was what you had made it sound like. He had never thought of it from your perspective before. You had always been so good at hiding the rumors and the hate. You never seemed to let it bother you. He should have just trusted you when you told him nothing had happened with Harry. But he missed spending time with you. If it hadn't been for this tour, he would have never gotten the chance to spend time with you nor would you two have ever been boyfriend and girlfriend. He loved you and he fucked it up because he thought you felt something for Harry. Just like almost every girl on the planet had.