Niall Horan Imagines ☻

Bet 18

As you sat at your desk at home with your earbuds in, Spotify's music was in the midst of drowning you out from reality. You repeatedly nodded your head to the beat, until you heard an unusual ring during the song. You furrowed your eyebrows, before replaying that section of the song one more time. The ring was gone. As you picked up your mechanical pencil, the ring came back. You pulled out your earbuds, examining your room. Where was that sound coming from? The chime sounded again, making you realize that it was in fact the doorbell. You sprinted down the stairs and leaped towards the front door. You giddily twisted the doorknob before warmly welcoming whoever was at your door. "Hi, how can I help-" It was Niall. Niall stood there on your front door step. His eyes were bloodshot. You watched as endless tears fell down his blotchy red cheeks. "Niall, what's-" He burst into your air-conditioned home, wrapping you in a tight hug. "I'm so sorry," he whispered into your ear. You didn't reply. You just wrapped your arms around his waist as you dug your head into the crook of his neck, sniffing in his Hugo Boss scent. "Wanna go upstairs to my bedroom to talk?" you broke the silence with a whisper. He gently nodded in reply, letting go of the hug. Before you could get too far ahead of Niall in your journey back upstairs, you felt Niall lightly intertwine his fingers with yours. You turned around to smile at the sight of your hands touching after a long day apart. Gladly tightening your grip on his hand, you led him up to your bedroom. The two of you entered your messy room in silence. You took a seat on your bed as Niall awkwardly stood at the doorway. "C'mon," you giggled, patting the spot next to you. "I won't bite." He breathily chuckled before taking his seat beside you. You watched Niall closely as he nervously trailed his hands up and down his jeans, probably to wipe off all the sweat. You giggled before wrapping his large hands in yours. He tensed at the bizarre sensation, before relaxing mere seconds later. "So, um-" he started. "No, I'll start," you interrupted, clearing your throat.

  "I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I don't know what was going through my mind when I made that move on Ben, but I just want you to know that... we're not together. I only did it to make you jealous, yet that was clearly not a very smart move." He chuckled before lightly rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. Niall gave you his signature smile before opening his mouth to speak.