Niall Horan Imagines 2

Stupid (Request)

I was walking home from the café that I worked at downtown, seeing the shirt I'd watched him put on that morning stand out in the crowd. I witnessed his lips touch her cheek, a million feelings rushing through me. 

He'd been so distant. I knew it wasn't because he was going to propose or anything like that, but nevertheless, he just wasn't there anymore. We would be looking right into each other's eyes and I'd still feel like he was somewhere else. 

He gave me half-hearted kisses, his hugs were only a few seconds long, and my hands hadn't held his in what felt like years. 

So when I saw that, it hurt even more. Even though he was just being sweet to his cousin -- I was 98% percent sure that was his cousin, I hadn't seen her in a few years -- the act of affection sent me over the edge. 

Why is my heart hurting like this when I know it means nothing?  I asked myself, a hand resting over my pounding organ. Is he so over me that he'd want to hang out with her even more than me?  I forced my mouth to stay closed as they walked into the café I'd just come out of across the street. 

I practically ran home, the feelings I'd been experiencing pushing me farther there. They swirled in my head over and over again until I became irrational, but they convinced me I was doing the right thing for myself. 

I heard the door open, about done with packing my bags. I waited for him to yell for me, probably having seen my shoes by the door, but he didn't. He hadn't for a long time, but I always expected it. 

I zipped the suitcase closed, pulling my purse onto my shoulder and tying my hair up in a ponytail to get it out of the way. 

I brought everything out into the area by the door, grabbing my car keys and making sure I had my phone. I heard him in the kitchen whistling some song that was popular on the radio. 

I opened the door up, putting my things on the doorstep. Niall walked into view, barely even glancing my way before sitting down in front of the TV. 

"How was work?" he asked like usual. I stopped to stare at him, thinking he might not have seen the luggage by my feet. 

"I'm going to Melody's. Wanted to have some fun," I spoke loudly, seeing him meet my stare. 

"Have fun," he lightly smiled, and I felt the tears that I knew would come arrive quicker than expected. 

"You're so stupid!" I exclaimed, slamming the door and hearing something fall and hit the ground inside. I piled everything into the car, half of me going slower as I waited for him to come out of the door. But I knew he wouldn't. 

Melody listened to me like Niall wouldn't, saving me from caving in on myself completely. Don't get me wrong, I had a lot of fun with Melody over the course of two weeks. We went to the coast, we went shopping, and she let me cry. 

But I couldn't help but wonder if even cared at all. Everything told me he didn't. 

One rainy day, Melody went out shopping to accommodate for the both of us. She'd left before I was awake, leaving me wondering what to do as the rain came down quite hard. 

I was browsing through her shelves of books for something interesting to read when the doorbell rang.

Delivery? Or maybe she's got her hands full? I wondered, quickly walking towards the door. I opened it with a smile, unpleasantly surprised to see Niall there. 

"Macy," he let out, not smiling but making me want to frown. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked, noticing he was holding something behind his back. He sighed out, stepping closer towards the entrance.

"May I come in?" he asked politely, and I nodded a little too quickly. He walked in, shaking the rain from his shoulders. 

"I have a few things for you," he spoke up, and I saw the bag in his hands. I stared for a few seconds, noticing the change in the air around him. 

He thrust the bag towards me, mashing his lips together. I hadn't seen him upset for so long. 

"Open it." I glanced at him once, beginning to open the small bag when he released a short, loud noise from his throat. 

"Actually," he said quickly, taking the bag back from me. "I'll do it." I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering what the whole purpose of his visit. 

"I feel bad for. . .everything," he started, making my stomach twist into a knot. "So I bought you a few things." I watched him pull out a bottle of nail polish. 

"I bought this because it's your favorite color," he breathed out, handing it to me. I felt my heart begin to race as he pulled out the next thing. It was a keychain with a small teddy bear on it. 

"I don't really know why I bought this," he laughed nervously, resting it in my open palm. "But it's cute, and you're cute, so. . ." I bit my tongue, seeing the blush start to show in his cheeks. 

"And this is for when you want to listen to music in the shower," he told me, handing me a waterproof speaker. I could tell that there were more things in the bag, but I could tell from the shaking in his voice and the intent from the presents that he knew he'd done something wrong and wanted to apologize somehow. He was a smart guy, and that was part of the reason I liked him. 

I realized that I should have just talked to him instead of storming out and ignoring him. Every time I'd decided to do that instead of anything else, it always ended well even though it was hard and embarrassing to go through with. 

I couldn't help but let out a laugh as he started to pull something else out, watching his eyes grow wide as he stared at me. 

"What? What is it?" he asked, and I shook my head, putting the presents back in the bag. 

"I freaking love you," I exhaled, watching his face soften right before I kissed him. 

And we never fought about things that stupid ever again. 

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thanks to Nialler_bae9 for requesting! Sorry for the wait, but I hope you enjoyed it!

i love you all so much i feel amazing and you all give me so much praise wow 

AHH I'M SO HAPPY

Mel xxxx