Imagines (from my Instagram)

Fight

"Niall, I can't believe you."

My knuckles whiten as I grip the steering wheel a little too tight.

"I don't know what to say." He looks out the window.

I slam on the brakes, pull to the side of the road, and unbuckle my seatbelt.

I face a bewildered Niall as he gulps nervously.

"Niall, you got into a FIGHT. What the hell happened?!"

"I don't want to talk about it!"

"Damn it, Niall! I'm your best friend! You can tell me anything!"

He sighs, looking down. "It was over you."

I don't understand. "What?"

"The fight. It was over YOU. Some dick called you a... well, not a nice word. And it really got on my fucking nerves. So I punched him, okay?"

Now I'm the surprised one. "Oh."

"(Y/n), I like you. I like you a lot, actually. And I realized tonight that.." his eyes focus on my hands as they squirm in my lap. "That I want you to be with me. I can't stand those other guys, thinking they can walk all over you, and.."

He stops talking as I reach up and graze my fingers over his deep cuts and bruised cheek. I slowly lean in and kiss his split lip, tasting his warm mouth for the first time.

It's a wonderful feeling.