Niall Horan Imagines

When We're Together

You married a man named Adam. You actually met him at a bar, of all places, and after dating for four... long years, he proposed to you. You would've been a horrible person to turn him down, and not only that, but you feared you wouldn't have anyone else. You didn't want to be alone. And Adam was there, he loved you. So you married him and now, after nearly a year of being wed, you worried that this might not have been the best decision you'd ever made. Your nights were long and stressful because all the two of you ever did was fight. You couldn't remember the last time he'd kissed you, or the last time he told you he loved you. You felt empty when you were with him. You were finally facing what horrified you - loneliness. Because even when you were with Adam, you were alone. His heart was no longer with you. 

But you had a special colleague in your life, whom also became your best friend. In the office, he was Niall or Mr. Horan to you. But anywhere else, he was 'honey,' 'Nialler,' 'Ni,' even 'sweetheart' sometimes. You had more nicknames for him than you did for your own husband. You know how there's always that one person, that one friend, that you call first when you're in trouble? That one friend you immediately text when a cute guy smiles at you? That one friend that knows your favorite type of donut, or how you always order your sandwich at Subway? That one friend was Niall, for you. Sometimes he was intimidating, simply because he knew more about you than you even knew about yourself.

As you stepped into the busy office, Niall peeked over the top of his cubicle, as if he were waiting for you to show up. He was. "Hey, babe," Niall smiled at you, sneaking in a wink when no one was looking.

You smiled in return, chirping, "Hello, sir!" You twirled around his cubicle, so that you were in front of his desk. Setting a cup of coffee down, you said, "Don't worry, I got your favorite."

Niall blew you a kiss, mumbling, "God, how'd you know I needed a coffee this morning?"

Shrugging, you replied with, "I just knew." Niall's laugh followed you as you crossed the hall to your own cubicle. You were on the same level in the business; neither of you were any higher in ranking than the other. This allowed for you and Niall to always work on the same floor. 

You plopped down in your swivel chair, reaching out to turn your computer on. Not even three seconds later, Niall was hovering over your desk. Staring up at him through your eyelashes, you remarked, "Can I help you?"

He laughed and then glanced around before saying, "Did you hear? Everyone's planning to meet at Buckey's for lunch today."

"Buckey's?" You echoed, "What the hell is that?"

Niall laughed again, louder this time. A few of your coworkers turned to glare at him and he responded with a shy apology. "It's the new restaurant downtown. I heard it's alright. You wanna go?"

Letting out a long sigh, you muttered, "To be honest? No. You're the only person I like here." Niall's smile widened at your words. He shoved his glasses further up his nose. He didn't actually need them, but he liked the way they covered his face. Of course, you were the only one who knew that. Everyone else in the office assumed that they were prescription glasses. 

"Then how about you and I go somewhere else for lunch today?" Niall offered, "You know, Olive Garden or somethin'."