Niall Imagines

Does (S)He Know

"She seems like a lovely girl," Harry said, trying to keep a straight face as he drove down the street. "She makes me wanna vomit," I bluntly stated. Harry bursted out laughing and playfully slapped my arm. "Y/N!" "What? I don't like her." "I think the only reason you don't like her is because she's with Niall. You never like any of his girlfriends." I shot Harry a glare, "That's bull crap and you know it. I admit that I didn't care much about his girlfriends but they're all wrong for him. He is blind to the bad in people." "Well what kind of girl do you think he needs?" "He needs someone who wants to be with him for him. Not the money or the fame. Someone who truly cares for him as a person. Someone who supports him. Someone that'll be front row to every show he has, cheering him on and is the first person to tell him how great he did. He needs someone to be there to tell him that it's okay to think about himself for a change. Someone that'll laugh at his stupid jokes. He just needs a good girl instead of all these gold digging whores!" I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. "Are you aware that you just described yourself?" Harry asked. "What? No I didn't." "Yes you did. Everything you just said that Niall needed is exactly what you do, you idiot. Niall may be blind to the whores but you're blind too if you say that you're not in love with him. It's obvious, Y/N." I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair. "I know! I know I'm in love with the kid but what do I do?! I can't just tell him, 'Aye yo, we've been best friends for a while and I'd like to see you regularly in a romantic setting because I'm in love with you,' now can I?" "Well not like that!" Harry laughed, "You have to tell him otherwise you'll feel like this every time he gets a girlfriend. And who knows? Maybe you'll be his next girlfriend." I rolled my eyes and turned my head to look out the window so Harry couldn't see the smile on my face. I would love nothing more than to date Niall but I don't want to lose the one person I love the most in this world. I know if I were to tell him how I feel, it'd freak him out and it would never be the same. Harry pulled up to my house and looked over at me. "Can I be honest with you?" He asked. "Of course," I said as I gathered my belongings. "I think you should tell him." I sighed and leaned against the seat, "Harry, I don't wa-" "I know you're afraid of losing him as a friend but I highly doubt Niall would let anything come between you two. The worst thing that could happen is that he doesn't feel the same way you do." "And I get my heart broken." "Or he feels the same way and you two can be happy together. I see the way you look at him and I can tell how much you care about him. You're what's best for him. You're an amazing girl and friend. He'd be crazy to turn you down." I blushed and leaned over the center console of the car to hug him. "Thank you, Harry," I whispered, patting his back. "You're welcome." I kissed his cheek and got out to walk around the front of the car. Harry rolled the window down to tell me goodnight. "Well if Niall does decide to leave Kendra, you could have a go with her. She said you were really hot," I laughed, walking up my to my door. "I think I'll pass on that one," he chuckled. I opened my front door and turned to wave at Harry as he pulled away from the curb.

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"You're late," I said, opening the door for Niall. I picked up a box off the floor and placed it on the kitchen counter. "I'm sorry. I took Kendra out and I just lost track of time," he explained, helping me pick up some boxes up off of the floor and putting them on the counter and table. "Did you and Kendra have a lovely day together?" I asked with a sarcastic tone. "It was nice," he began, oblivious to my sarcasm and to the fact that I didn't care because he went into detail about their day. "I think I bought her like ten outfits today," he said, taking pots and pans out of a box. "Why? She seems like the type of girl who already has enough clothes," I sneered, hanging some pictures on the wall. "I mean, I just like spoiling her." I rolled my eyes and picked up another box to unpack. Niall continued to talk about Kendra and I had finally had enough. "Niall! Please!" I groaned. He looked up from the box he was opening and raised his brow, "What?" "Can you please go five minutes without talking about her? Jesus." "What's wrong with you?" "Nothing! I'm fine! I just want to have a conversation with you that doesn't involve her." "I thought you two were friends?" "Niall..." I sighed, looking over at him. "I'm not her friend. I tolerate her because of you." "I just want you two to be friends." "Well I don't want to be her friend." "Why?" "Because she's just using you, Niall!" "What? No she's not," he said, walking around the island. "She is, Niall. She doesn't really care about you. She's been texting some of your friends. She slipped Stephen her number after you introduced her to him." The expression on his face proved to me that he knew nothing about this. "You're lying," he shot back. "I'm not lying! Why would I lie about something like this?!" "Because you're jealous! You're just jealous because I'm with Kendra and you're alone." Ouch. That hurt. "Wow, Niall. I'm actually not jealous of what you think you have. I thought I'd be a good friend and let you know what kind of a slut you're dating and how she's only using you for your money." "You don't know anything, Y/N." "I know you, Niall. I know what's best for you." "You obviously don't. You would know how I feel about Kendra and that you're only wasting your time. And what makes you think you know what's best for me?" "Because I'm in love with you!" I yelled without thinking it through. I quickly regretted it as soon as Niall's mouth dropped. "What did you just say?" He stammered. "Nothing! J-Just forget it," I stuttered, picking up another box. "No. You just said you were in love with me," he said, walking towards me. "Don't make this bigger than what it actually is," I said, walking away from him and going into the living room to sit on the couch. "I'm not. It just caught me off guard. Did you mean it?" He asked, sitting next to me. "It doesn't matter." "It does. How long have you felt this way?" "It doesn't matter. It's not going to change anything," I admitted. "Y/N, stop trying to push this aside and talk to me." "Why?! I know exactly how this ends!" I exclaimed, standing from the couch in front of him with tears forming in my eyes. "I sit here and pour my heart out to you, you tell me that you don't feel the same, and you go back to that gold digger who knows absolutely nothing about you! I mean, come on, Niall! Does she even know anything about you besides your credit card number?! Does she know your favorite movie?! Your favorite food!? I bet she doesn't notice the way your eyes crinkle when you start laughing really hard! Or the way they light up when you talk about your music because your so passionate about it! Do you even talk to her about your music or does she manage to turn it around and make it about herself? You deserve someone so much better than her and it kills me that you don't see it but what breaks my heart more is that I know that I could make you so incredibly happy but I've been too scared to tell you. And now I'm here bawling my eyes out and you're staring at me like I'm cr-" I was interrupted when Niall jumped up and cupped my jaw in his hands. "You talk way too much," he whispered as he stared into my eyes. "Okay. What's happening right now because you're sorta sending me mixed signals and I have no idea what to do," I stammered, alternating glances between Niall's eyes and lips, anticipating his next move. "I don't know. I really want to kiss you. Is that weird?" "Talking about it this close to my face is weird." He smiled and leaned closer to me, gently pressing his lips to mine. I ran my hands up his arms and pulled him closer to me. You would think kissing someone you've been friends with since you were 14 would be awkward but kissing Niall just felt..... right. Our lips moved in sync and I never wanted it to stop. When we pulled away from each other, smiles were on both of our faces. "Wow," he sighed. "That was ummm.." "Nice?" He laughed, sitting down on the couch. "Yeah. It was definitely nice," I smiled, sitting next to him. He held my hand and ran his thumb over my knuckles. "But this is really confusing," I admitted. "You have a girlfriend." Niall pulled his hand away and took his phone out of his pocket. I watched as he sent a text and tossed his phone on the coffee table. "Not anymore," he said, leaning back on the couch. "So just like that? We kiss and you break up with your girlfriend for me?" I quipped. "Well during your little rant when you were talking about how Kendra doesn't know anything about me and you're right. She has never been there for me. No one has, except you. You're the one that has always been there for me. Ever since we were kids. I have no idea what's taken me this long. You're the one constant in my life and I love you, Y/N." "I love you too," I smiled. He pulled me by my waist and kissed me again only this time, it was passionate. I never would've imagined being with Niall like this but now, I can't imagine being anywhere else.