Niall Horan Imagines

Tell Me

You blinked your eyes until the tears that hung there disappeared. Swallowing hard, you moved your hand so that it rested on top of Niall’s. You carefully stroked his hand, pressing your lips together as you watched him sleep. There would definitely be a much better time for you to do this; perhaps a time when he wasn’t sleeping. However, you felt it then. It was then, lying next to him in silence, that you had time to let your thoughts flow. It was then that you felt you had finally worked up the confidence to tell him.

You shifted so that your head was propped up on your hand and you took Niall’s hand in yours, hoping the movement would wake him. “Niall,” You gently whispered. He was still. So you sucked in a sharp breath and repeated his name a little louder, “Niall.” You lightly squeezed his hand, and almost simultaneously, his eyes peeled open. He squinted, struggling to see in the dark.

In a raspy, tired voice, he asked, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He turned so that he was no longer lying on his back, but on his side. He was facing you now, but he still kept your hand in his. He blinked slowly, trying to keep his tired eyes open.

You dropped your eyes from his and quietly said, “I have something to tell you.”

His face folded in a way that told you he was concerned. He had every reason to be worried. Why else would you wake him up in the middle of the night? His hand fell from yours and he scooted himself into a sitting position, with his back rested against the headboard of the bed. He crossed his legs at his ankles and took his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes scanned over you before he reached over to switch the lamp on, allowing him to see you clearer. “Tell me,” He said, giving you a nod of encouragement.

You were battling a mixture of feelings. You were nervous, afraid, worried. And another part of you felt excited and eager. It was hard to weigh all of these feelings—difficult to decide which feeling to stick to. You felt a bit sick to your stomach. In every way possible, this was proving to be harder than you were hoping it would be. You knew there were ways for you to dance around it for a while, but you had a stronger urge to just cut straight to it. There was no point in dragging this out any longer than you had to. “I’m-” You paused to inhale a deep breath before finishing, “Niall, I’m pregnant.”

You watched as the realization hit Niall. He went from being still and somewhat half asleep to being alert and wide awake. By no means was he expecting this. He was more worried that you were going to break up with him or something, but never did he expect you to tell him you were pregnant. His features softened and the tiniest smile hinted at his lips. “How do you know?” He asked. His voice was dripped in a sort of entrancement, as if he was in awe with the situation. You were going to have a baby. He was going to be a father. It was all becoming so real to him. His future was falling into place right before his eyes.

“I tested myself,” You explained, “And when the first one came out positive, I didn’t believe it. Maybe I didn’t want to believe it. I don’t know. I tried another test. And another. And they were all the same. I’m not—I don’t think I’m ready for this.” Your voice was becoming breathy, as everything seemed to hit you at this moment, as well. The longer you thought about it, the more you realized how life-changing this would be.

Niall ran his fingers through his hair. It was hard for you to identify if he was stressed or just overwhelmed. Maybe both. He dropped his hand and let out a puff of air. And then a full smile pulled at his lips. “Come here,” He said, motioning for you to come to him. You crawled closer to him and he pulled you into his side. He wrapped an arm around you, while his other hand rested in his lap. He rubbed your arm and pressed his lips to your forehead. “We’ll be okay,” He whispered, “We always are. I do have to say, I wasn’t really prepared for that, either.” He chuckled a little before continuing, “But that doesn’t mean that we can’t make it work. We have to make it work; we don’t really have a choice. And I’m okay with that. I want this baby. I want to have a family with you. I love you.” He brushed his face against yours and you placed a kiss on his lips.

You wiped at your eyes before whispering, “You’re so amazing.” You sniffled and beamed, “I love you too, Niall.” A dazed smile spread across his features as he placed his hands on either side of your face. His eyes searched yours and he swept away your tears with his thumb.

“Why are you crying?” He whispered, “It’s alright, calm down. You’re going to be fine. We’re going to be fine. This doesn’t change anything, you know. I still love you as much as I did before.” You let out a breath and flashed him a toothy grin as you nodded your head. Not only did he tell you these things, but he had a way of making you feel them. You believed every word he said.

“Now,” He started, leaning his head against yours as he continued to hold you. “We need to start thinking about names. We only have nine months to come up with a name and I want it to be perfect. I’ll think of boy names. Oh, how about Niall Jr.?!”

**I was talking to @Allison_Thang and she was telling me about the 1D concert that she’s going to and I told her that I’m going to try to go to a show in August. Is anyone else planning on seeing an OTRA show?**