One Direction Imagines

No Sparks Left to Ignite (Niall Horan)

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I waited for him to come home to me. Or to our flat. Our flat of 2 years. I had news and it wasn’t good. Lately, Me and Niall had just been more like friends. No late night make out sessions, no deep conversations and no Nandos during midnight. Not only was it me but my friends, family and even the fans were asking us if we were doing just fine. I noticed that it started last month. You know, when the questions started pouring in from every twitter follower I had and every other person I had met. Then it got me thinking… Where is the spark we always had? Was it fading? Was it still there? Or was it gone forever?

I greeted my friends as we hung out at our usual Starbucks place near Uni. We were telling old stories from the past when Ashley’s smile suddenly came to her thinking face. “What’s wrong Ash?” She turned her head to me but didn’t look at me. “Are you and Niall doing fine?” I nodded my head wondering where this was going. “Why’d you ask that?” she bit her lip and all of a sudden it felt like everyone knew something I didn’t. “You haven’t talked about him at all today. It’s weird because you always tell us how romantic he is and how he surprises you at work or something.” I went into a deep state of thinking. He hasn’t surprised me in such a long time. “I-I’m sure he has something planned for tonight. He’s taking you out isn’t he?” Allison asked in a happy tone. Then I remembered the date was tonight. My face lit up just like everyone else’s. 

We went shopping and bought ourselves tons of new clothes and accessories. After Allison dropped me off at my flat I got ready for tonight. I decided to take a shower and put on new nail polish after. 

I dried off the nail polish from my nails and place the dress on. While I was curling my hair I received a text message from Niall.

Irish: Can’t make it tonight babe. Sorry. Make it up to u soon. Luv u Princess 

I seized the curling iron and everything else. I was looking forward to this date all day long and he just cancels on me. Tears start falling and thoughts start pouring in like rain. Was he cheating? No, Josh would’ve told me by now. Is he avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?

The door slammed shut and slammed my thoughts away. Niall was finally home. At 4 in the morning. I looked up at him and sent him a small smile. He sent me one in return without putting any effort into it. I closed my books and cleared away his side of the bed.

I can do this.

He plopped down beside me and looked at me with slowly closing eyes. “Niall?” I managed to croak out his name from all the nerves I had at the very moment. “Yes babe?” He opened his right eye and sat up, fully awake now. 

“Do you love me?” I asked.

“I do. Why?” He answered.

“Would you let me go?” He shook his head and laughed lightly.

“Never babe.”

“I need you to.” 

He looked at me for a second and burst into a fit of laughter.

“I said never babe.” He shook his head.

“Damn it Niall! I’m being serious!” I threw my glasses down and looked at him with tears threatening to roll down my cheek.

“Babe I don’t understand. Why?” Niall’s voice cracked in the middle of his sentence while his voice sounded strong and confused.

“There’s no spark left to ignite! We aren’t together anymore! You’re always coming home tired and sleepy and when you aren’t I’m at uni or work! You haven’t been much of a boyfriend lately. You’ve just been watching the game with a beer in your hand. I miss those ate night cuddles you’d give me. Those little pecks when you can’t sleep. All you’ve been to me was a friend the past few months. The fans are asking if we’re still together! Not only them, my family Niall! My fucking family and friends are questioning my relationship with my boyfriend of 3 fucking amazing years. You don’t even leave me those cute little notes you usually do before you go to work. Or make me breakfast. Or anything in that matter. We need to break up Niall. There isn’t anything here for me or for you. We know it but we’re afraid to say it.” 

Before he could react I grabbed my packed bags and left. Just like that. 

~~ 6 Months Later ~~

I guess Niall really wanted to break up for good. A part of me just wanted him to do that cheesy thing where the guy asks for the girls back but he didn’t even text me. I wanted him to run after me and reassure me everything’s going to be alright and we’d work our way back to our love but he did nothing. During the first week he didn’t call. And the second week and so on. I had moved to my dorm at uni and started my career. I was happy but I was missing out. I had just gotten out of work when my friend tells me she’s going out. Okay then? 

I opened the door and there he was. Standing in the middle of the living room. I froze in place and so did time. As I looked back into those blue orbs I’d grown to love, I had fallen again. Now, I was afraid to be broken an shattered all over again.

“Niall… Wh-What are you doing here?” He came over to me and hugged me, letting the tears fall form his eyes. I stood there, not sure what to do. So I just let him. Let him pour out his emotions that can’t be formed into words but can only be formed into tears. He squeezed my tiny frame and held me then he rested his forehead against mine. His eyes were red from crying recently and his breathing was uneven, sobs every now and then.

“Princess I-I’m so fucking stupid. I let you slip. I neglected you and stopped caring for you. I never meant to do that. I love you and I always will. I don’t know what I even did these past 6 months. I don’t know how I managed to get out of bed or even eat, let alone breath. I cried to sleep every night wishing you’d come back for your stuff but you never did. They taunted me Y/N. Your stuff, they taunted me for so long. Telling me I needed to gt you back instead of coming home drunk and lonely. I need you Princess. Please? Come back to me already and spare me from the suffering.” He cried even harder and place his hand over mine and place it on his cheek. He held my hand there, believing I was real and not in his dream.

“I waited Niall. I waited for you for 6 months. You didn’t even bother calling me.” I asked softly. I stared into his amazing eyes and fell all over. Fell in love all over again. 

“Princess, I’m sorry. There isn’t one excuse I could come up with. Then i thought about what you said. Willing to let you go? You asked me to. So I did. But i couldn’t resist myself any longer. I needed to come and talk and get you back again. Just please? Take me back. Come home with me.” He sobbed into my shoulder once again.

“I’d love to Niall.”

Then there was this look on his face. That look he always gets when he’s happy. When he’s about to explode of joy. I smiled and kissed him. 

“I love you Princess.”

“I love you too Niall.

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