Niall Horan: Imagines and Preferences

73A: Imagine - His Friends Are Rude To You While He Isn't Around (PART 1)

This imagine was inspired by someone who had done a similar one in their One Direction imagines and preferences book!! - NOT COPIED - Just used as an inspiration for my imagine!!!

PART 1 - PART 2 coming soon!

Thanks Chloe x :)

Your Point of view:

I stood in the kitchen silently, dreading the next couple of hours. A couple of Niall's friends were coming over for a catch up night with Niall, not that I minded Niall wanting to spend time with his friends. The problem was that when Niall wasn't in the room, but I was in the room with his friends, they would always say nasty things about me and say that Niall doesn't really love me. It wasn't all of Niall's friends, there were many of them who I got along really well with. Harry and Liam were always really kind to me and we were always able to have a bit of banter with each other. Louis was a good friend of mine anyway, so I have no problem with him. It was just some of Niall's other friends from his home town. Altogether, there was about 4 who were the main ones who always upset me - there was Micky, Jason, Brad and Mike. Brad and Mike didn't really say much to me, except the odd death glare or horrible snigger, but Micky and Jason were absolutely brutal. They were the worst out of the 4. They would literally back me in to a corner and make me feel like I was worth absolutely nothing. Niall doesn't know though. He would go absolutely mental if I was to tell him. He would kick off and probably do something that he would regret.

Niall isn't a violent person, but when it comes to the people he loves, he can sometimes lose his cool and throw a few punches here and there. I'd seen Niall get protective of me and really angry when I was ever 'mistreated' in front of him. It's similar to the time when the paparazzi got a little too handsy and pushed me too far with their invasive questions and I got a little upset and offended. Niall went absolutely mental. He started to shout and get really angry at the interviewer. He was extremely close to battering him. But luckily I was able to stop him and I was able to calm him down.

So like I said, I was silently stood in the kitchen, awaiting the next couple of dreadful hours. The kettle made the noise to say it's boiled and I poured the boiling water into mine and Niall's cups which had tea bags in them. I added some milk and sugar to both cups and stirred them. I placed the spoon into the dish washer and made my way into the living room to see Niall on the couch in front of the TV watching a football match.

"Hey baby!" Niall turned his attention from the TV to me. "You do remember that a few of the lads from the pub are coming over later on tonight don't you?"

"Yeah, I know... I'm planning on staying upstairs anyway. I have a lot of paper work to finish off before Monday." I placed both of the cups on to the coffee table and cuddled up with Niall on the couch.

"Okay..." Niall said and smiled softly at me. He then turned his attention back to the football match.

A few moments had passed and Niall was getting a little angry at the fact that the team he was supporting was losing badly. He turned the TV off with the remote and then threw it on to the couch opposite us.

Niall pulled me closer and tightened his grip around my waist.

"I love you." Niall whispered into my ear, causing his hot breath to make me shiver a little. I loved these moments. These were the moments that I lived for - when Niall would say that he loved me randomly and it would make me feel so complete.

"I love you more!" I say, knowing that this was going to tease him. I turned my head to face his and planted a soft and gently kiss on to his lips.

"Doubt it!" Niall mumbled as he rested his forehead against mine.

"You're way too cheesy Ireland!" I pretended that I didn't love it, making him chuckle a little.

"You love it!" Niall chucked and returned the favour by pressing a soft and gently kiss on to my lips. Niall raised his eyebrow at me, as if to say he wanted more. I teased him a little by biting down on to my bottom lip. Niall took advantage and crashed his lips against mine. We stayed kissing there for a while on the couch, completely lost in one and other. Niall's tongue traced mine ever so gently, so I granted him entrance.  Our tongues explored each others mouths. After a while, Niall pulled away gently and rested his forehead against mine. We were both breathless.

"Baby?"

"Hmm?" I hummed gently.

"The lads will be here soon." I tried my very headrest not to complain or to scowl at the thought. "Are you staying baby?" Niall asked me.

"Huh?" I was a little confused. What does he mean am I staying?? Where am I meant to be going?

"Do you want to stay here with us? I mean you'll probably get bored as fuck around 5 lads."

I squeezed my lips together, thinking about what the best option was. Then, common sense took over my thoughts and I realised that the best solution would be to stay out of the way, so that non of Niall's friends would be able to be horrible to me.

"I can't. Like I said before, I have to catch up with some paper work that is due in on Monday and if I don't finish it...  I think my boss would be willing to roast me alive!" I paused for a second or 2. "Plus, I don't want to spoil your lads night in, do I?"

Niall kissed me, a little rougher than I had expected, taking me a little by surprise. "I promise I will make it up to you!" Niall chuckled.

"You're right Horan.. You will!" I whispered and traced my index finger along his chest making out completely random shapes.

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