Niall Horan Imagines

Insane (Part 1)

When I  got off the bed, there was a wave of dizziness that was so strong, I could see black edges like I was about to faint. I slipped my feet into my slippers and walked into the bathroom, rubbing my eyes as I stood in front of the mirror. Just as I picked up my toothbrush, I heard my mom call for me from downstairs, so I left it beside the sink and went down.

"How is your head now?"Mum asked.

"Well, I felt dizzy when I got off the bed, but otherwise, I think I'm alright. My vision's just a little blurred.", I replied squinting my eyes. "Alright, sweet cheeks you go and get ready, I'll take you to the doctor later for your regular check up." Mum said.

The only reason why I have to see a shrink is because my parents think I have Schizophrenia. In simpler words they think I'm insane. They don't actually show it, but somewhere, on the inside they think I need treatment. That's the thing , you think you are not crazy and to prove it to the society, you scream and shout, but that just makes you seem crazier.

I went back up to my bathroom and and reached for the toothbrush I'd left beside the sink, but it wasn't there. I thought for a moment that my slightly blurry vision was acting up so I turned on the water from the sink and bent down a little to splash water on my face. I felt the lights dim and then brighten again so I immediately lifted my head and grabbed a towel, wiping my face.

"Mom is that you?" I called out, walking towards the washroom door. There was no reply from her, I turned back around and heard a cry for help from outside. I ran to the window to see outside, but there was no one. I ran down to mom and said, "there is someone crying for help from outside"

"Well dear I didn't hear it", she replied.

"Mom I'm sure I heard it"

"You know what dear, you get ready now so that I take you for your check up and don't forget to take your medicine as prescribed by the psychiatrist", she said.

Brushing away my thoughts I got ready as fast as I could not letting insane thoughts interrupt my normal brain processing.

We first went to the psychiatrist. As we entered the doctor's room and sat down the first thing he asked me, "are you still taking your medications as told y/n?"

"Yes", I nodded my head.

"Also, what about the tall, blue-eyes, blonde friend of yours, do you still see him", he said, glaring at me through his glasses. To be honest I could see him everywhere with me, but I had to lie about seeing 'so called' visions of him according to everyone around me because they said that no guy like that stays in the community I live in.

"Rarely", I replied.

"That's good to know, otherwise I would have had to double the dose of your medicines thinking that the previous ones were not working out", he said and I gave back a faint smile.

We then left for the next appointment with the psychologist, the doc there just studies my behavior and reactions to particular things and if its improving not, the doc asked me the same question whether I was seeing the blonde guy or not and when I lied again, he checked whether the brain damage that I had due to whatever reasons which they will never tell me how it happened, was improving or not. While the doc and mum were having a little chat I shut my eyes for a while.

I opened my eyes to a voice calling right beside me, I looked to my right to see the blonde guy sitting right beside me, my heart stopped beating for a second, I looked around me and it was only white walls. I gulped and looked back at him.

I never felt so scared seeing him like this, usually I never did feel scared but this feeling was a bad one.

"Why do I keep seeing you?", I managed to gulp out.

"You're going to find out on your own, just keep looking into the mirror", he replied.

"And when is that going to happen, why should I look into the mirror? also why is it only me who can see you and not anyone else?", I asked. He just looked to the other side and laughed, I don't know why but tears started to stream down my face.

I came back to my senses when my mum and the doctor continuously kept calling me, I looked up to my mum and she saw the tears in my eyes, she got down on her knees, worried, and asked, "what happened?" and the doctor asked, "Were you hallucinating again?" I didn't want to tell what actually happened otherwise they would have to put me into an asylum. I lied by saying, "I was just thinking about an emotional movie I saw recently"

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When we got back home and before mum could open the door, I could see something wrong with my reflection on the window, I put my hand up and I could see blood all over my hand on the reflection, I started wiping it off. But when I looked at my hand there was absolutely nothing. I got into the house and ran into my room to get some shut eye for a while.

*In the dream*

"Dare you ever meet that girl again! don't show your back at me! come back here right now"

"No I won't and I won't do things according to what you say! it's my god darn life and you're no one to tell me whom to love and whom to not!" He bangs the door shut and gets out of the house, When he got out the mother inside started going insane, she held her hair and was at the verge of pulling it out.

I heard my door knocking, when I opened it Niall was out of breath and I let him in and gave a glass of water. "Y/n, my step-mom is going haywire and things are about to get messy, when are your parents coming back home?", he asked.

"Mum and dad won't be back till tonight, is there anything that we can do?"

"Then till your parents don't come back we'll have to go away where she won't be able to find us and we'll come back home when your parents are back"

"Alright, you get freshened up and I'll get ready"

Niall went into my room's washroom while I wrote a note to my parents so that they know where we would be when they come back home. I saw a lady coming running towards my house and I recognized it was his mother. I ran towards the front door and locked it before she could enter.

"Niall!!", I shouted out in fear. "Niall, lock yourself up there right now, she's here"

I ran into the kitchen and took out a knife, while crossing the dining room to go towards my room I saw the back door open, my mouth was left open in fear and shock and tears started to gather up in my eyes. I slowly went upstairs to my room trying not to make any sound. I softly knocked on my bathroom door to call Niall. There was so response. When I turned the knob the door was open, terror-stricken, he was not there! I walked a few steps back and stopped when I felt my bed.

I suddenly felt a hand grab my leg and I shrieked out loud, it pulled me down and I saw Niall's step-mom come out from under the bed. She held a hammer in her hand, she rose her hand and I frantically shouted out, "NIALL!!!"

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Aye lovelies! I know I've disappointed most of you with late updates and putting up requests late too, first and foremost, all requests will be done, none will be left out and secondly I sucked at my unit tests so I am studying harder everyday so please bear with me x

Anyways, I've never been so scared writing this kind of an Imagine, I've written so many, but when proceeding with every line in this Imagine, it gets me scared af! Hopefully you guys enjoy reading this imagine and please do leave a comment on what you think about it so that I can go on with part 2.

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