Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine for Krysten!

Niall chucked his phone across the room, watching it hit the wall and land on the floor with a clatter. His fists were knotted in his hair when Liam curiously popped his head into Niall’s room. Liam’s eyes widened as he caught sight of the mess Niall had created. Furniture was flipped and scattered around the room, glass bottles were shattered in various places, and books were lying on the floor, along with the pages that had been ripped from them. Niall’s phone was among the mess, and was now displaying a huge crack across the screen.

“What the hell happened in here?” Liam gasped, stepping over random objects on the floor as he attempted to make his way to Niall.

Niall glanced up at his friend, and it was then that Liam could see how horrible the poor boy looked. Niall’s hair was disheveled, his clothes were wrinkled and tear-stained, his eyes were glossy, but he wasn’t crying anymore. His face was flushed, and if Liam hadn’t known any better, he would have thought Niall was sick. Niall just blankly stared at Liam, as if all of his emotions had flown out the window.

“Niall?” Liam finally came close enough to Niall to place his hand on his shoulder, gaining no reaction from Niall. “Are you there?” Liam asked with a slight chuckle, waving his hand in front of his friend’s face, but Niall didn’t even flinch.

“She’s not answering her phone, Liam,” Niall spoke for the first time, his voice cracking at nearly every syllable. His voice was flat, and he blinked rapidly as tears began to prick at his eyes.

“Are you talking about Krysten?” Liam questioned, though he already knew the answer. “What happened?”

“There’s been rumors and stuff on Twitter and people are saying that she hasn’t been seen for days, and now she’s not answering her phone, and I just want to protect her. But, I can’t because I’m halfway across the globe and I don’t know what to do…” Niall rambled on, sniffling as he desperately tried to stop his tears again. He didn’t know how many more tears his eyes would be able to handle.

“What are you saying, Niall?” Liam asked, his heart thumping as he, too, worried for you.

“I’m saying that-” Niall interrupted himself as a sob shook through him. “I don’t want her to hurt herself.”

That’s all the more Niall had to say before Liam finally caught on. “It’s the hate, isn’t it?” Liam asked one final question, and Niall nodded in response.

“We don’t have a show for two more days,” Liam said aloud, beginning to reason out a plan in his head. “That could be enough time to fly you out to see her, and maybe bring her back with you? She could stay in your room with you.”

“Trust me, mate, I already thought of that. There’s no way we’d be allowed-” Niall was interrupted again, but this time it was Liam’s doing.

“I don’t care what we are or aren’t allowed to do. This is serious, Niall. Something could really be wrong, and she needs you. I’ll arrange a flight right now, you pack your things.”

And the next thing he knew, Niall was on an urgent flight to you. He struggled to keep his nerves at bay while he impatiently sat on the plane. He would fidget with his fingers, and tap his foot on the floor. He’d bite his nails and drag his fingers through his hair any time his mind would wander to you. He tried to focus on anything else, but it failed each time.

By the time he made it to your apartment, it was the early morning of the next day. He tripped over his own hurried footsteps as he ran to your door. He slammed his weight into your door, pounding a heavy fist against the surface.

You were startled by the noise, but you managed to drag yourself to the door. You didn’t look too great, but at this point, you didn’t care. You hadn’t a clue of what time it was, but you were exhausted from all the crying you’d been doing. You tugged the door open, and Niall collapsed on top of you.

“Are you okay?” He mumbled, pressing his lips to your cheek. He gripped your face in his hands before showering you in countless kisses. “I saw what people were saying about you, and I’m so sorry. None of this should have happened. I should have come for you earlier. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, Niall,” You whispered, still in shock that he was actually with you. You’d been a wreck while he was away, but you promised yourself that you wouldn’t tell him. You didn’t want to ruin his tour. You didn’t want him to spend his time worrying about you. So, you pretended that you were fine. You pretended that you hadn’t even noticed the hate, when really; it was all you could think about.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” Niall said to you, stroking the side of your face. “I’m bringing you with me for the rest of the tour, okay? Don’t you dare try to change my mind, because you won’t be able to. I’m not leaving you again.”

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