Niall Horan: Imagines and Preferences

73B: Imagine - His Friends Are Rude To You While He Isn't Around (PART 2)

Hey guys!! I am bored AF!! I am sat in my IT GCSE class doing coursework!! It is absolutely horrible! I just want to go home! Anyway, I am listening to MADE IN THE AM, and the song at the moment is 'Hey Angel'!

Anyway.... PART 2 - Before reading PART 2, Please read PART 1 because otherwise nothing is going to make sense and you are going to get really confused!

PART 3 and PART 4 is coming soon!!

Thanks Chloe x :)

Your point of view:

Niall's friends have been around our house for a couple of hours now and I've been shut up in the bedroom out of the way. Since they walked through the front door, I've been upstairs. I've not bothered to go and say hello or anything. I just ran upstairs as fast as I could as soon as I heard the door bell chime. Niall had made a joke about me running upstairs, as he was clearly unaware of why I wanted to escape the pieces of shits that he calls 'friends'.

I was about half way through my paper work, having started over about 3 times and rewritten over lots of parts and stopping to save my work every now and again. I was getting a little peckish and my stomach began to cry out for some food. I decided that it was a good idea to quietly sneak through down the stairs and into the kitchen to get something to snack on. I tip-toed down the stairs and into the kitchen. It didn't help that our wooden floor boards were very creaky and some of them were desperate to be replaced. I entered the kitchen quietly and my heat fell as I saw Micky standing over the microwave whilst it cooked something. He turned around when he heard the wooden floor boards creak. His smile turned into an evil genius type of smile which always scared the living shit out of me.

"(Y/N)," Micky chuckled. "I didn't know you were here." He said, advancing towards me.

"I-I was u-upstairs..." I stuttered.

Micky was the one who always took the piss out of me most of the time. He didn't have a nice word to say about anybody, especially Niall. He was extremely 2 faced and he had NO respect for anybody at all. From the very beginning when I first met him, I never like him one bit. His build was very big, just like those rugby players you see playing for the big Australia teams. He was like a tank, he was absolutely massive.

"Niall never mentioned anything about the tramp being kept here!" He chuckled. "Did you say anything to him 'sweetheart'?" He took multiple steps closer to me and I tried to back away from him. But it was no good. I only took a couple of steps away from him, until my butt hit the back of the kitchen cabinet behind me.

"I don't think you would be in the house if I did tell him!" I snarled back at him, trying to be brave, but failed.

I turned around and went to open the kitchen cabinet door, but that's when Micky said something else. "I don't think you should do that..."

I shook my head in confusion as I got a packet of salt and vinegar crisps out of the cupboard and shut the door.

"W-what dya mean?" I asked and looked at the snack in my hands.

Is he saying that Niall thinks I'm fat or something? Niall's never mentioned it before...

"Have you not heard what Niall had said about you?" Micky asked.

What would Niall say about me? Does he mean that I am fat? Ohh no...

"N-no." I stuttered nervously. I looked directly into Micky's eyes and he had that evil smirk on his face again.

"Niall says that your a fat whore babe... He doesn't really want you. I don't think you would be here if you knew what he has been doing lately with that friend of yours... (YOUR BEST FRIENDS NAME) isn't it?" Micky chuckles and walks out back to find the others.

"I-I..." I was speechless and I didn't know what to do with myself. I chose to put the snack back in the cupboard and go back upstairs to the shared bedroom. As I turned around to walk up the stairs, I bumped into someone. I looked up at the mystery person, to see it was Jason. Jason was extremely tall and has huge muscles. He had the same build as Micky - the rugby player type build.

"Hey beautiful..." He whispered and gently places his hand on to my cheek. I flinched because I thought that he was going to hurt me. Luckily, he didn't... Just yet.

"Why did you flinch? I'm not going to hurt you?" He said and winked at me.

"L-leave me alone, I just w-want to go back upstairs..." I replied, trying to be as strong as possible. But it was no use. I stuttered through the whole of that sentence and that only made me come across as weak and feeble.

"I'll let you go, under one condition..." Jason started and pushed himself closer to me so our chests were touching each other's. I tried to back away, but only backed up until my back hit the cold, hard wall. I was trapped, I couldn't move.."You don't tell Niall about our little game..." Jason finished off what he was saying.

"Game?" I repeated through my clenched teeth.

"Yeah, game. They are games, this is just a game... Well it is to us anyway." He slowly brought his hand up to my cheek and placed it there gently. Again, I flinched at his touch, scared stiff that he was going to hit me.

"Please just stop." I whispered and looked away as a tear falls down my face.

"Stop? Seriously? We haven't even started gorgeous..." Jason chuckled.

"Stop treating me like shit!! I don't know who you think you are, but I am not here to be abused by you dick heads!" I shout and shove his chest hard. My weak and feeble touch does nothing to him. He still stands directly in front of me, still strong. "I've done nothing to you!!"

Jason roughly grabbed my cheeks and squoze them, causing them to feel like he was pinching them. "You don't deserve him!!" I quickly removed my fists off his chest. "He's too good for you... Maybe you should be aiming for something lower down the chain. Why don't you just listen to the fans?" I try to struggle out of his grip, but it is no use. I couldn't move. Every time I tried to free myself from his grip, he only tightened it, causing it to hurt more and more. "Your nobody! Fucking nobody darling... Your absolutely nothing compared to him."

"Please.." I started to sob. I felt so weak and feeble, yet I felt strong because I had gone through so much if the shit he has been giving me lately. I'd kept it all to myself and I know I can't tell Niall, otherwise he would just flip out on them and I don't want that to happen. "Just let me go... I'll go back upstairs and I won't come back down again until your gone, I promise." I sobbed, just wanting to get away from Jason.

He roughly grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. I tried to pull away, but it was no use. He tightened his grip even harder, causing me to whimper in pain.

"You don't deserve him!" Jason snarled at me.

I flinched and he knew he had hit my nerve. I had always been rather insecure about whether if Niall was happy with me and if Niall actually loved me. I'd always worried that he wasn't aiming high enough for himself and he had chosen to stick with second best. I know I am not the most attractive girl in the world, and I know that I am not the most confident and smart girls, but I do have a real heart and I would never use Niall for his money or for his fame.

Jason moved away from me and I ran straight up the stairs away from him. I went straight to the bedroom and slammed the door shut. I slid down the door and sobbed. I sat there with my knees up to my chest and I covered my face with my hands to hide the shame. The bedroom was silent and I could only hear Niall and the other boys laughing, along with some of the top 40 tunes being blaster end out of the speaker in the back garden. Being in the bedroom, it was the only place I wanted to be right now. Out of the way and all by myself, thinking of Niall...

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