Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine for Erin!

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You sighed as you switched on the sirens for a second, signaling the driver in front of you to pull over. You noticed this guy about three minutes ago, and you've been keeping an eye on him. He's been changing speeds every two seconds, and he wasn't even steering straight. Your first suspicion was that he was drunk, but he could have just been a really new driver, too.

You watched as he slowly pulled his car over to the side of the road, and you followed behind. You parked your vehicle, and ran his plates in the computer. He was in fact a newer driver, and he had never been arrested or gotten any tickets before.

"Let's go for it," You mumbled to yourself as you stepped out of the car, taking a book of tickets with you, just in case.

You came to a stop as you approached the car, lightly tapping on the window. The guy was young. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and apparently, an accent. "Hey there," He said, as if it were no big deal that a police officer was staring him down.

"Sir, are you aware that the speed limit is 35 miles per hour?" You asked him, raising your eyebrows.

He shook his head, taking his hand off the wheel. "I'm sorry, I-I didn't know that, ma'am."

You nodded, noticing the slur to his words. "Can I see your license?" You asked. He reached in his pocket, and pulled out his driver's license. You examined it over and handed it back to him. You took a step back, and asked him to step out of the car. He did so carefully, and he wobbled to a standing position. He was about your height and he smelled of alcohol.

"Have you been drinking tonight, sir?" You asked, flipping a page in your book of tickets. You pulled a pen out from your pocket. He shrugged.

"It's a yes or no question, sir. I think you can tell me if you've been drinking tonight," You said sternly, not really in the mood to deal with a drunk person.

"Maybe," He said with a little giggle.

You sighed. "How about we do this...walk in a straight line for me, one foot in front of the other." You stepped aside, allowing him space.

He nodded, and hesitantly stepped forward. He placed his left foot in front of his right, wobbling as he took another step. He was able to shakily put one foot in front of the other, but the line he was walking in was nothing near straight. You gave him a breathalyzer test, and his result was .6, which is well over the limit.

"How much have you had to drink tonight, sir?" You asked him, watching as he took another wobbly step.

"Well, I wasn't payin' attention, but my buddy said that I should go home," He said, letting out another giggle.

You nodded. There was no doubt that he was under the influence. "Well, Mr. Horan, I believe you are under the influence of alcohol, and I'm going to write you a ticket . It's also not safe for you to drive anymore this evening, is there anyone we can call to come pick you up?" You said, filling out a ticket and sliding it into his hand.

He ran his fingers through his messy hair, "You can call Liam. Umm...his number is ummm..." He trailed off, snatching his phone and pulling up Liam's contact.

You typed the number into your phone, and hit the dial button. You waited through three rings until a voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Yes, this is Officer Blaylock from Spring County Police Department. I have...Niall Horan here with me, and he's been ticketed for drunk driving. Would you be willing to come pick him up?" You said into the phone.

You heard a sigh and then the voice agreed, "I'll be there as soon as I can. Where is he?"

You quickly told Liam the area of where you were, and you hung up.

"Okay, he's coming to get you. Can you lock up your car for me?" He slowly went to lock the door, giving you his keys.

After about ten minutes, Liam pulled up and slid out of his car. "Niall, man. Seriously?!" Liam sighed, approaching you and Niall.

You handed Liam the set of keys, "Make sure he gets home okay. He's obviously had a long night," You told Liam.

Liam nodded, and pushed Niall into his car. Liam got in after him, and slowly drove away.

You headed for your own vehicle when you noticed something on top of Niall's car. You stopped, and walked toward his car. As you came closer, you realized it was a small slip of paper. You picked it up and this is what it read:

Officer Blaylock,

You're cute. You should call me even if I am drunk right now.

xxx-xxxx

-Niall