Niall Horan Imagines

You Can't Have Kids P2...

(There might be grammar errors/typos, sorry!)

"You ruined everything..." Those three little words were enough to make me loose my self-control. As soon as he was gone, I broke. I couldn't hold back any of the tears that threatened to fall nearly seconds ago. They were free, free to leave my aching system, to leave my breaking heart.

He didn't mean that! He couldn't have. Just yesterday he swore he loved me. Then again, he swore he would never hurt me, yet here I am, pathetically sobbing alone in a dark room.

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Niall's POV

"I'm sterile." Those two words kept replaying in my head like a scratched up CD. I wanted them out, I wanted them to leave me alone.

She couldn't be right! Not us, this can't happen to us. I wanted children so bad. Yet the woman I loved would never be able to give me them.

I couldn't help but be mad at the world, at this life. I just wanted to make everything stop, make everything go away.

I let out a loud scream, trying to relieve the built up tension in my chest. The tears hadn't stopped. They just kept coming and coming.

I spotted the pub and sped to a parking space. A drink wouldn't fix anything but it sure as hell would make me forget about everything.

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Drink after drink. I couldn't get enough, it was actually helping. Soon everything would seem to disappear and that's exactly what I wanted.

"Alright mate, you've had enough. I got to close for tonight." An unknown male voice spoke

"Just another one." I slurred

"Nope. Come on, let me call you a taxi."

(YN) POV

It was 2am and he wasn't back. I was beginning to get worried. I decided to call the boys a while ago but none of them knew where he was.

Even though I was mad at him, I still loved him and I could help the bad feeling I had at the pit of my stomach.
I was scared by the sound of the doorknob turning but a wave of relief flooded over me, when I saw my familiar dirty blonde.

"Niall!" I ran to him

I didn't hold back as I squeezed tightly around his torso making sure I wasn't imagining anything

"(YN)?" He had a wasted grin on his face.

"Yea, its me baby! I'm so glad you're home. You had me worried sick." I scorned yet brought my lips to his cheek as a small show of affection.

"Worried? Why? I was just out at the pub, no biggie! I think I might have had a little to much though..." Niall slurred

"You think? Niall you're eyes are bloodshot! You're wasted! " I said as I took a hold of him, leading him up to our bedroom

As I laid him down on the mattress he didn't want to let me go, "Let's try again." He whispered

"Try again?" I asked confused

He smirked leading his lips down my neck "Yeah. To make a baby."

I pulled away, "Niall I can't, don't you remember?" I felt the tears forming once again.