Niall Horan Imagines

Unprofessional Pt. 4...

Can we talk about his shoes for a second? He's adorable...

"Hello?"

"(YN)? Hello. Its me Bobby!" His voice spoke through the phone

"Hi. How are you?" Surprise clear in my tone. It had been years since we last spoke he made it clear that he didn't want to see Niall or me ever again.

"I'm well. Thank you. How is Niall doing?" I could sense the desperation in his voice. He was a father after all.

"He doing just fine. He received a record deal and is actually at the studio recording now." I subconsciously began pacing back and forth.

"That's great. Look I need to go but it was amazing being able to speak with you, maybe Niall will be home next time I call "

"Yeah."

"Alright. Well bye."

"Bye." I said just above a whisper before hanging up the phone.

I ran a hand through my hair, realizing what had just happened. Bobby made it very clear the day he threw us out of his life, why did he call? Now? After almost five years.

"(YN)! I'm home." Niall's Irish accent boomed through the rooms.

"In the kitchen Ni!"

I heard his footsteps approach the kitchen and as I turned around I felt his strong arms wrap themselves around my waist. His lips finding my own in mere seconds.

The warm feeling of his lips was something I missed, and it had only been a few hours.

"I love you." I whispered as I pulled away enough to look into his wonderful blue irises. Even after so many years he still managed to take my breath away.

"I love you more." He giggled against my lips before pressing them together once again.

"How was your day." I walked towards the fridge retrieving dinner.

"It was amazing. I finished recording the album today! Can't wait for you to hear it." He leaned against the kitchen counter. Running his hand through his hair, in an attempt to fix it.

I walked towards him, bringing him in for another kiss. I set the casserole behind him, on the counter, placing my hands around his neck. Making sure no space was left between us.

The kiss began to pick up pace, turning into a make out very quickly. His tongue swiped my bottom lip swiftly, begging for entrance. I denied.

"I'm hungry let's eat!" I pulled away, taking a seat at the dinner table.

He gave a frustrated huff before grabbing the casserole and bringing it with him so we could have dinner.

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"So how was your day?" He asked. We laid on our bed, the TV serving as background noise.

"It was good." My mind flashed back to the call from Bobby. Should I tell him he called? I placed my hands on my face, thinking about what I was about to do. I did not want Niall to be upset. They never did end on good terms.

"Bobby called." I finally blurted out.

"Wh-what? When?" Shock was spread all throughout his features.

"Early this morning. He called to see how we were doing, but I think he wanted to talk to you, he asked how you were doing. I think you should call him back." I whispered the last part.

"Call him? He kicked me out of his life because he couldn't understand that I loved a woman more than the stupid business. If he cared so much he would have accepted us, since the beginning. I have nothing to say to him." Niall stood up from the bed and stepped into the bathroom.

I was quick to follow. He stood in front of the mirror, hands placed on the counter top. I carefully wrapped my arms around his torso, pressing my cheek against his his back.

I began kissing any little freckle I saw and I felt his body relax under my touch.

"I know it still hurts, but I think he wants to make things right with you again." I spoke against his warm skin

He slowly turned around so he was now facing me. He placed his hands at my sides, swooping me up so I was now sitting on top the counter.

As he looked up at me I noticed a few stray tears. I was quick to wipe them away with my thumb

"I love you." I whispered, pressing a soft kiss against his temple.

"I'm so confused. I'm so mad at him but at the same time I want to speak with him. He is my dad after all..." My heart broke at the sight of a broken Niall. He didn't deserve to be feeling sad and no matter how many times he would assure me that it wasn't my fault I still couldn't help the guilt that bubbled inside of me.

I placed my palm against his cheek as he placed his hand over mine. pecking the palm of my hand.

"Thank you." He smiled

"Call him?"

"I will."

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