Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine for Hannah!

You were having the time of your life. You were successfully turning your passion into a career, and bringing your two best friends right along with you. Even though you weren’t more than another YouTube trio, just trying to make a little name for yourselves, you were enjoying every second of it. You were typical in the sense that you gathered together in your basement every weekend, wrote a little music, and then recorded it for the internet. The only thing about you and your friends that wasn’t typical was that a member of the world’s biggest boyband was a fan of your music, without your knowing.

On the other side of the world, Niall Horan was blaring your latest video in his hotel room. He swayed his hips while tugging a shirt over his head, moving to the sound of your music in the background. Bobbing his head, he tugged a pair of shoes onto his feet. He was in the middle of belting out his favorite line of your newest song when a knock on the door startled him. He danced his way over to his laptop, where he turned down the volume so that he could answer the door without looking like a freak.

“Yes?” He sang, opening the door to see Louis standing on the other side. Louis stood with his hands in his pockets and had a look on his face that clearly said; you’re in trouble now. Niall furrowed his eyebrows at the fact that Louis was fully clothed, except that he was missing a shirt. “You get locked out of your room again?” Niall asked, stepping aside so that his bandmate could enter.

Louis shook his head, before clicking his tongue. “I need my shirt back, Niall,” Louis demanded. He invited himself to the pile of clothing that was scattered across the bed, shuffling through it with the idea that maybe he would find the shirt that he let Niall borrow a week ago. “I said you could wear it for the day, not keep it for a week,” Louis snarled.

Niall shrugged and flipped his luggage open, retrieving Louis’ shirt from it. “Here,” Niall tossed the now wrinkled shirt across the room, and Louis caught it with ease.

“At least you didn’t lose it,” Louis sighed, draping the wrinkled material over his arm. He was headed for the door, when he stopped himself. “What are you listening to?” He asked, and Niall could hear the curiosity in his voice.

“These girls,” Niall said, turning his laptop so that Louis could see. “They’re quite talented. Found ‘em by mistake one day.”

Louis chuckled and smiled. “Tweet them or something, mate. I’m sure they’d love to hear from you,” He said simply, before excusing himself to continue getting ready for the show later on that night.

After Louis had left, Niall threw himself down on his bed, carrying his laptop with him. He couldn’t believe he’d never thought of doing that. He was able to find the Twitter page you’d made for your band with no problem, and he smirked to himself as he clicked on the icon to compose a new Tweet.

“@VintageLoveMusic You girls are amazing ! I watch ur videos all the time ! True talent, would love t meet you !”

You saw the Tweet a day later, and an obnoxious scream filled the air once you read it. You immediately contacted the other two girls in your band, in which more screams filled the air. By the end of that day, all three of you were suffering from sore throats.

“@NiallOfficial  Thank you so much!! We would love to meet you and your boys too aha ;)”

“@VintageLoveMusic We’re on tour now ya know ! Come to one of our shows, yeah?”

“@NiallOfficial  Maybe…will we get to see you backstage??”

“@VintageLoveMusic That was my plan, love ;)”

**So, based on your request, this is what I came up with! I tried to make Niall’s tweets sound as realistic as possible haha, I hope it worked! Also, you said you wanted the name of your band to be ‘Vintage Love’ so I just made up the twitter name by myself**