Niall Horan Imagines

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DISCLAIMER: This does involve a fair bit of swearing, so please don't read if you'll get offended or anything :)

You had just walked through the door after a long day of school and you were ready to kick off your shoes and relax.

You walk into the living room where Niall is laying on the couch. "Hey baby." He says when he sees you.

"Hey Ni." You say and walk up to cuddle him. He's looking at his phone and laughing and as soon as you go to cuddle with him, he moves his phone away, clearly hiding something.

"What ya lookin' at Ni?" You ask.

"Oh, it's nothing." He says, but at this point you're not believing him.

"Niiiiii" You elongate his name, trying to get him to tell you. Instead, he just changes the subject.

"How was school Princess?" He asks.

"It was fine. Please tell me what you're looking at." You say.

"I told you, it's nothing. Just a mate texting me." He says. By now, you're getting very suspicious. You're going to have to take Niall's phone some time tonight. Although it may be an invasion of privacy, you need to know because for all you know, he could be seeing someone else.

He continues on like this for a while, looking at something on his phone and laughing. He hadn't let go of his phone all afternoon, not even to go to the bathroom.

When he gets in the shower, you think it'd be the perfect opportunity to see.

You go to look for his phone and find it nowhere, realising he must've taken it into the bathroom with him.

You sigh. 'I'm never going to find out what's happening.'

You decide to ignore him for the rest of the night and you don't speak to him again until you're getting ready for bed.

"Niall, tell me what you've been looking at, or I'm leaving." You say sternly, being 100% serious.

"I told you Y/N, it's nothing" He says again.

You walk over to your closet, pulling out an overnight bag and filling it with clothes and essentials you'll need. Niall appears behind you.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"I told you Niall, if you're not going to tell me, I'm leaving. Who knows, you could be seeing someone else and I'm not going to get in the way of that. Invite her to come live here, don't let me interrupt." You say angrily before throwing even more things you'll need in there.

"That's what you think this is about? You really think I'd cheat on you?" He asks sadly.

"Well I have to assume something. It all seems pretty suspicious to me." You say, pushing him out of the way although he won't budge. "Can you please move? I need to leave."

"Hey, hey, you're not going anywhere. I swear I'm not cheating on you. I couldn't and I wouldn't cheat on the one girl I love with all of my heart. You're my lady and I would never even think about giving you up." He says.

"You have one last chance, show me or I'm leaving. I'm already packed and I'm not afraid to leave. Take your pick." You say.

"Fine, I'll show you. It's nothing serious though." He says and goes to grab his phone off the bed.

He opens up to twitter and immediately a page opens up.

@niallsbae1309.

Shit.

As soon as you see that, you realise that all along, he was looking through your old twitter account about him. How did he even find that?

"What the fuck? How'd you find that?" You ask, blushing like crazy from embarrassment.

"A fan sent me the link to it. I swear I'm not cheating on you. It's just the funniest thing ever. Oh my gosh." He says, doubling over in laughter once again.

You wrote some pretty dirty things on that and knowing he found it, made you even more embarrassed. You'd created it years ago, when they first came off the X Factor.

"Put your bag down and come lay in bed with me, I haven't finished reading the tweets." He says, making you blush again.

"No, it's all good. You don't have to." You say.

"Ahh, c'mon babe. It's hilarious." He laughs again, causing you to pout. "Oh, don't pout baby girl. Please come, I promise you, it's funny. I don't think any differently of you, if that's what you're thinking." He says.

You finally give up and join him in bed, scrolling through your old tweets.

"'He's so fucking sexy. Fuck me'" He reads a tweet aloud and another. "'I wish he'd stop teasing us and take his shirt off and fuck me. He's so hot and sexy." He reads, laughing way too hard this time.

You pout, trying not to laugh.

"Well, you got your wish, didn't you?" He says to you, laughing even harder.

"What do you mean?" You ask, confused.

"Well you got me to fuck you." He says, laughing.

"Niall!" You slap him in the chest.

The night continues like this until you've read through every single one of the 1,000 tweets. Nearing the end, you start to laugh, realising how ridiculous and stupid you were.

There was another thing you realised though.

You were the luckiest girl in the world and it may take time, but never give up on your wishes because this proves that dreams and wishes do come true if you wait for them.

{Author's Note}

I hope you liked this one :) It's a bit of a quick one but I had school today, and omg it's such a struggle :( anyways, hope you liked this one. Please don't forget to vote and comment lovelies xx