Niall Horan Imagines

Acting (Request)

I had been acting with Niall for a long time. I think had almost been five months. He was a genuine guy, and I thought he was nice. I didn't exactly know how he saw me; I wasn't a mind reader. But I thought we could be good friends if our characters weren't love interests. We got along well, but outside of work it was like we never existed to each other.

They let us wait to do the most important scene, where they kiss. I didn't like the idea for the movie much; it was cliché and predictable. But, hey, if it got me money, then I wasn't complaining. Everyone has to start somewhere, and I didn't mind starting with something that would train me.

I was a little new to the acting career, so getting into character took a little time. Once I did though, I could really get into it. That was what made it all better. I could be someone else doing something else somewhere else. I didn't have to be me.

Niall, on the other hand, could have been in such a better movie than that one. He acted so well that sometimes I thought he really felt the way his character did about me. It was confusing and perfect. Getting into character had never been easier when he looked at me like he couldn't hold back.

So we set up for the scene, and I had been rehearsing my lines in my dressing room in the studio we'd rented.

"Starting in five," the director called from the set. I sighed, glancing at myself in the mirror. I was rocking a messy bun from the previous day's shoot, and the same outfit (pic to the side). It was supposed to be casual, but what is casual when the camera is rolling?

The whole movie had led up to this moment, where they both admitted their feelings for each other, and I was nervous. In the movie, Niall's character had just showed up at my house, and it had surprised my character.

I walked onto set, setting down my script. I got a few hellos from some of the other cast; my mother in the movie, and the director. Everyone else was downing coffee like their life depended on it. I was more of a morning person, so my eyes weren't heavy.

"Alright, let's go!" someone exclaimed, and everyone moved into place. I had tape on the floor where I needed to stand from when we ran out of time the previous day. I positioned myself there, breathing slowly and thinking of my backstory and mood and name.

Melody is upset with Todd. He was ignoring for her reasons unknown, and she did the same without a choice. Be upset and confused, I reminded myself. But when Niall walked onto the set, I smiled and forgot all of that.

"Hey," he smiled lightly, and I breathed out, trying to focus on my character.

"You're confused, you're upset, but you're in love," the director spoke up, seeming to be speaking to both of us. I nodded, and Niall followed, positioning himself behind the door.

"Action!" I pretended to be cooking, whistling to myself a sad tone. When Niall burst through the door, I screamed, both for theatrical purposes and because it did scare me.

"Melody," he sighed, looking relieved and walking up to me. I used my photographic memory in that moment, quickly, remembering the script. I used the context to bring the emotion, pushing out my next line.

"Get out," I spat, flipping off the burner on the stove and planting my feet into the ground.

"Cut!" the director called. I looked to him, and someone came and reset the props.

"Daisy," he called to me, concentrating. "Try to fuel something deeper. He ignored you," he urged, glancing to Niall. "He left you alone to wonder what was next and don't you hate that?" I blinked for a few seconds, knowing Niall could hear.

"Almost too much," I nodded, not daring to smile. He grinned, pleased, and walked back behind the camera.

"Again!" he yelled to everyone, and I fixed the emotion into my actions as we redid that same, quick scene. We went on.

"I need to tell you how I feel," Niall's character frowned, stopping a few feet away from me with hesitation.

"It's obvious how you feel," I scoffed, biting my tongue in anger. The camera panned slowly on my face, and I glared angrily at Niall.

"You left me alone. You don't care," I spat at him, and I saw the hurt in his eyes.

"If I don't care then neither do you," he shrugged, giving me a look of almost helplessness. When I expected the director to stop us, he did that too frequently, he didn't. I gave it my all.

"That's exactly right, Todd," I retorted, clenching my fists. He smiled sadly, taking steps towards me. As he did, I felt real anger flick at my brain, and I backed up.

"You care about me, admit it. If you didn't care, you wouldn't be mad," he told me, and I felt my shoulders slump in defeat.

"You care, too?" I wondered, my voice quiet. He inhaled slowly, trying to resist nodding. My breath hitched in my throat before he could come up and hug me. When he did, I held onto him like nothing else would keep me living.

"I'm sorry. Admitting the truth was terrifying," he choked out, and I gripped his shirt tighter. For a second I had forgotten I was in a movie, but the camera reminded me of that fact. I closed my eyes, feeling a few tears on the brink of falling.

"Maybe the truth isn't what's best," I suggested, pulling away from his embrace. "You were better off without me, and that's a fact," I nearly sobbed. That was the thing about my character; she was a little too insecure. Sometimes she cared too much for herself.

"I will never be better off without you, Mel," he spoke with firmness. I let my mouth fall open, waiting for it. A tear fell right before his lips, already so close to mine, met mine.

And it was the most satisfying thing I had ever experienced.

He pushed himself on me softly, letting me work into it. He pulled me closer, and I grabbed back onto him almost hungrily. He moved his lips against mine, but then the director cut us off.

Niall backed off first, smiling. I looked at him, astonished.

"Perfect!" I heard the director laugh. I let go of Niall, blushing. I occasionally glanced up at him, but he broke the silence.

"That was. . ." he trailed off. I swallowed, nodding.

"We really got into character," I chuckled. He inhaled slowly, lifting a shoulder.

"Maybe our characters are more alike than you think," he said, looking at me like he had much more to say. My stomach twisted into a knot, instantly picking up that he had never really been acting.

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thanks to daisyydeee for requesting! I hope you liked it and so sorry for the wait :(

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