One Direction Imagines

Niall: Niall To The Rescue

A/N: This is like my second imagine ever so... Don't be afraid to tell me it sucks.. Haha, but this is for Leah (@niallerspotatobuddie) to make up for her awkward, but hot, imagine she won on FB. ((This has been up before))

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Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Niall Horan or the rest of the boys, but you don't how bad I wish I did.

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Imagine:

You slam the door of your house, crying over something that happened today. You see Niall, your boyfriend, there practicality dashing over to see what the matter was. He puts his hand on your shoulder and slowly rubs it to calm you down. Too emotional, you shove past him, knocking him out of the way, and run to your room, burrowing under the covers of the bed.

He follows you up the stairs and finds his way, through your tight and stubborn grip on the comforter, under the covers with you. He pulls the covers over both of your heads and pulls you into his warm chest. You've calmed down a bit and turn to face him; he's smiling his big goofy grin at you. His warmth and musky scent are all too comforting, and you smile back. He places his left hand lightly on your cheek, his deep blue eyes gazing into your own puffy, tear ridden, yet bright eyes.

In almost a whisper, he says that everything will be alright and asks for you to tell him what happened. Beginning to remember the past couple of hours, you start to tell him what had made you day so terrible. Your eyes well up with more tears and your voice cracks between hiccups. His wide smile dissipates, and he frowns, kissing the tears that have already made themselves half way down your cheek. His strong arms pull you closer into a tight hug, nuzzling his face into your neck--his signature. You grip his back, looking for something to hold.

You two are still and silent, but that's enough to stop crying. You lay there, eyes heavy, and Niall just holds you waiting for you, watching over you, to close your eyes and drift to sleep. Thoughts cross his mind; he thinks you look so beautiful--angelic almost. No, not even almost; he knows you're his angel, his princess. After your light slumber, you wake up early in the morning to find Niall's arm across your chest, where he had left it, still protecting you from the horrors of yesterday. He's still sleeping, and snoring, so you decide to let him sleep and kiss his lips, giggling at his cute snores. You fall back to sleep once more, smiling and greatful he's always there for you when you need it most.