Niall Horan Imagines

Bored Of You

You walked through the front door and shut it behind you, making sure it was locked. You had a rough day at work and all you wanted to do was cuddle with Niall, however lately he had been...off.

He rarely ever cuddled you anymore, only ever gave you pecks on the cheeks and usually either slept at one of the boys' houses or in the guest room. If you were lucky, some nights he'd sleep in your bed, just facing away from you.

You hope to resolve this problem because whatever has been up with him, it's really irritating you.

"Ni, baby, I'm home." You say, hoping for a reply.

"K." He replies. Better than nothing, right?

"How was your day, babe?" You ask.

"Good." Another one word answer.

That's all you'd been getting from him recently, one word answers.

"Can you please tell me what's wrong? You've been acting like this all week." You say, sitting next to him on the couch. He uncomfortably shuffles away from you, clearly not wanting to be near you.

"Nothing." He says. One word answer, again.

"Can you please tell me what's wrong?! Did I do something?" You say.

"No." He replies. "Nothing at all." He whispers to himself although you hear it.

"Excuse me?" You say, feeling confused.

"Can you please leave me alone?" He asks. Wow, more than one word, that's an achievement.

"No Niall! I'm your girlfriend and I don't deserve to be treated this way, it's not fair!! Can you please tell me what's wrong because I can't stand this anymore. You don't even look my way, you don't cuddle me, heck, you don't even sleep in the same bed as me anymore. What the fuck is going on? Why are you acting like this?" You say, fighting back the tears threatening to fall.

"MAYBE BECAUSE I'M BORED OF YOU Y/N. ALL YOU EVER DO IS SIT AROUND, CLEAN THE HOUSE, COOK OR STUDY. WHEN I ASKED YOU TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND, I DIDN'T EXPECT A HERMIT CRAB THAT DOES NOTHING. YOU CAN'T EVEN HAVE SOME FUN, HOLY SHIT." He screams, running his hand through his hair. "I also didn't think I agreed to dating my mother either. All you do is restrict me from having fun, just because you can't." He finishes and by this point, the tears are streaming down your face.

You quickly run upstairs and slam the bedroom door shut, locking it behind you. You race over to the closet, pulling out an overnight bag. You pack as much as you can fit in there but you'll be coming back for the rest later.

You walk out of the closet and back into the bedroom, finding a notepad and pen. You decide to write a letter because at this point, you don't want to even talk to Niall.

When you finish, you go back downstairs with your bag and the letter in your hand. You walk into the living room, seeing Niall sitting there with his head in his hands.

Niall's POV

Fuck. What kind of retard says that to their own girlfriend. What the fuck is wrong with me? The look on her face, shit. I did that to her. I need to apologise.

She's probably sitting in bed, crying her heart out. I can't go up yet. But I need to. Give her some time Niall.

That's the stairs. She's coming. Shit, get your ass up and apologise Niall.

What the fuck? Why's she got a bag in her hand? She's not leaving me.

"Princess, baby girl, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, love. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said." I say as she comes further into my sight.