Niall Horan Imagines

Goodbye

Nialls POV

As always I was going out with some friends. We were just having fun at the club. Getting a couple of shots and mess around.

I was just about to leave when I heard a voice faintly calling my name. I turned around and saw Y/N.

"where are you going?" she asked.

"Just to the club, I'll be back before you know it."

After I said that, I turned around again. My coat already off the hanger and halfway on my shoulders.

"Niall" Y/N voice was a little stronger now.

"what?" I asked, getting pissed now.

"You're going to be home at ten." she said.

"or else what?" I challenged.

"when that clock strikes 10" she said pointing to the small clock on the wall. "and you're not here. I'm not going to be here when you are."

I laughed at this. I saw Y/N's muscles clench. "I mean it. I'm fine with you going out, but I never see you anymore. so that's the deal. You're home at ten or else I'll be gone. period."

Y/N had now a real demanding voice. Again I smiled. I walked forward until I was just in front of her. I leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

"I'll be home when I want to, not when you tell me. got it" I whispered in her ear. Now my voice demanding. I grabbed her upper arms and squeezed a little, causing Y/N to wince. 

"I don't care. I stay at my statement. It's up to you Niall" She pushed me away and looked at me with disgust in my eyes.

She turned around and went to the living room, not saying anything. I grabbed my keys and walked away. I would've sworn I heard ''Goodbye Niall''.

When I was on the road I thought about everything that we said. I felt a bit guilty. Maybe I should've spent some time with her.

No, that's ridiculous. I'm always home at dinner. That was something. I did spent time with her, she just couldn't appreciate it.

She wouldn't dare to leave. We loved each other too much. Right? As soon as I was at the club I tilted some shots down my throat and all my worries were gone. So was my sense for time.

Your POV
(time goes back)
I heard Niall walk down the stairs. I let out a sigh, he's going out again. Normally I don't care about it that much but he's doing it for weeks.

He comes home, tired from the studio, takes a nap, eats dinner, takes a shower and leaves. We barely even talk anymore! He always said that he was too tired to talk or even do anything.

Well, I've had it. This is the last night that I'm going to put up with it. I stood up from the couch and walked to the hallway.

"Niall" I said weakly. He turned around and looked at me.

"Where are you going?" I asked with the same weak voice. I really needed to be stronger.

"Just to the club, I'll be back before you know it" I knew that was a lie. He wouldn't come back before at least 2am.

Niall turned around again and was putting on his coat. "Niall." This time I found my voice.

"what?" I heard in his voice that he just wanted to leave but I wasn't going to let him go that easy.

"You're going to be hone at ten" "or else what?" he said with a mocking tone.

"When that clock strikes ten" I said pointing to the living room clock "and you're not here. I'm not going to be here when you are." he laughed.