Niall Preferences and Imagines~ongoing :)

You Get Hate From Directioners (VERY LONG)

It was bound to happen eventually.

Even though you started as just another small fan account dedicated to those 5 amazing boys, never thinking of yourself as special, only dreaming of being together with Niall, one girl among millions and completely average, you were now Niall's Princess. Blissfully happy and thankful every day for having the privelege to belong with your angel.

But one day.

The hate started rolling in...

It was a normal morning at the apartment. You and Niall rented it, in a nice quiet place that hardly any Directioners knew about, and you stayed there with him except for when he was on tour. Today was the day Niall was coming home. The Take Me Home tour had ended a few days ago, and after celebrating with the boys, Niall would be flying in to the airport later that evening. 

You lazily rolled around in bed for a few minutes, waiting until you were completely awake. Then you slid off the bed and crawled over to your desk where your laptop sat. After slithering onto the chair and grabbing your laptop, you dragged yourself back over to the bed and plopped down face first, careful not to land on the computer.

Flipping open your laptop, you began your usual morning routine: NEW TAB twitter login NEW TAB email login NEW TAB tumblr login NEW TAB wattpad login. After you'd opened up and logged into every tab, you checked your wattpad first. 37 new followers since last night! You were glad that people enjoyed reading your little poems, stories, and song lyrics that you wrote.

Next, you looked at tumblr. New pictures of the boys filled your dashboard, with some especially cute ones of Larry, one of Zayn on the back of someone's motorcycle with Liam waving at him from the sidewalk, and a few fan photos of Niall in the purple snapback you'd bought him before he left for tour. You smiled to yourself, saving every single one of the pictures into the folders you'd had on your computer since you first became a Directioner.

Time for email. There were a few emails from your friends asking about homework, some junk mail asking if you wanted to join a porn site for 30 day free trial--probably Niall's fault that they got your email address, this made you laugh--and a bunch of twitter notification emails. You deleted all the unnecessary stuff and went to twitter, clicking on your "Connect" button.

The mentions.

"@yourtwittername is so fat!! she doesn't even have the tiniest thigh gap!"

"I really hate @yourtwittername just because she's dating Niall doesn't mean she's better than us"

"@yourtwittername stop flaunting your relationship, I'm sick of seeing pictures of you two all happy-like"

"@yourtwittername makes me sick"

You scrolled through the hateful tweets, eyes wide open and trying not to cry, but you could already feel the tears forming."Why..." you whispered quietly to yourself. "I'm just one of you. What did I do wrong?" 

You exit out of google chrome and shut off your laptop without even bothering to finish checking your mentions, placing the computer on the floor next to the bed that you and Niall shared. Laying on your back and staring up at the ceiling, you felt like a different person, undeserving of even being noticed by anyone, never mind Niall.

Getting up off the bed, you walked over to the mirror by the window and stood in front of it, wearing nothing but your sports bra and a pair of Niall's boxers. You reached down and touched your stomach, sighing because it was nowhere near a model's. Lower still, poking your thighs that looked better in Niall's football shorts than in a pair of skinny jeans that never fit you right anyways. You turned around and examined your bum. It was alright, but far from perfect. The little indents in your lower back had always bugged you, and right now they were more annoying than ever. You turned back around and got closer to the mirror, staring into your own eyes. A spray of freckles randomly dotted your cheeks and the bridge of your nose. Normally you didn't even notice them, but today they were obviously there. You gave a little smile, trying to cheer yourself up, only to notice the lines at the corners of your eyes, and stop smiling immediately.