Niall Horan Imagines

Addictions

His hand slowly locked with mine as we walked down the aisle. My eyes scanned the bottles on the shelf, trying to guess what he was looking for. I didn't really like the idea of him drinking, but he never did it around me. 

He was quietly mumbling to himself when he stopped and said, "Ah! Here it is." His free hand grasped the wide bottle and he smiled. 

He turned and stepped closer to me. He rotated the label so I could see and sighed. 

"This is the strongest drink you'll find in this country, but trust me, there's much stronger." His Irish accent reminded me of what he loved to do. Drink. The label read WHISKEY. I peeled my eyes from it. 

He held the bottle under his arm as we started walking again. I stayed silent, not even peeking at the stacks of bottles on the shelves. My eyes were glued to my shoes, and occasionally his. 

"Hey," he spoke, stopping mid-stride. My eyes reluctantly lifted to his beautiful blue eyes. Whenever he looked at me, my stomach went queazy, and I felt faint. 

"Is there something wrong?" He asked, slightly lifting his eyebrows. 

I smiled and shook my head. 

"Nothing could possibly be wrong," I lied. He smiled and pulled me into him. He put his chin on my head and both his arms around me. I could feel the cold bottle against my skin and my love for him, sadly, dimmed. My smile eased and I felt useless. 

I gently pushed away from the hug and took his hand again, wanting to forget about everything. 

We payed for the drink and walked out to the parking lot. My feet felt heavy and my eyes wanted to fill with tears. 

As we got in the car, the heat from the oven-of-a-car weakened me even more. I started the car and turned the cool air on high. We were silent the whole way to his house. 

When I pulled in the driveway, he finally spoke up. 

"So," he started. I parked the car and turned the air conditioning down to hear him better. 

"Do you wanna come over to my house later?" He smiled. I looked at his house briefly before returning his gaze. Everytime my eyes met his I had to smile. I loved him too much. 

"Sure." I smiled again and he exited the car. He waved with his free hand and I waved back as I drove away. 

Later that night, my phone buzzed.

"C'mon over babe x" read the text from Niall. 

I brushed my hair and grabbed my car  keys. As I opened the door, I glanced at the clock. 

7:46.

I hoped to be back by 10 at the latest. 

I arrived at his house and hesitated about turning off the car. I sighed and contemplated turning around and going home. My feelings were all jumbled. 

I pulled the keys out of the ignition and sighed sadly. I locked the car, making the horn sound off briefly to let him know I was there. I walked up the path to the door, which I had mentally memorized and could navigate if I was blind. The porch light was on and moths and mosquitoes fluttered around it. The crickets started to chirp as the sun set. It was almost dark. 

I looked up at the sign above the door that said, "Horan 216" in fancy cursive letters. 

My fingers grasped the door handle slowly and I pushed open the door. He had told me not to knock. The age old memory made me feel nostalgic for simpler times. I still smiled.