Niall Horan Imagines

Half a Heart- One Direction

Though I try to get you out of my head
The truth is I get lost without you
And since then, I've been waking up to
Only half a blue sky
Kinda there but not quite
I'm walking 'round with just one shoe
I'm half a heart without you.

Misery, pain, depression, hatred, emptiness and sadness.

These were the only emotions that your have been feeling every since you broke up with him.

Misery because he was your source of laughter and now he is gone.

Pain because of the hole in you heart that longs for him.

Depression because you couldn't do anything because everything reminded you of him.

Hatred for yourself that you let him go.

Emptiness just like his side of the bed.

Sadness because your source joy and happiness has left.

It has been months since you have seen him, heard him, touched him.

It was all your fault, you let the hate get to you. 'Why did I have to be so imperfect?' you often said to yourself.

'Move on.' you thought. 'He has.'

You were cuddle up in bed with nothing but a sweat pants and your sweat shirt, or his sweat shirt should I say.

You were flipping through the pages of one of your many photo albums.

His kissing you cheek, you were laughing. You flip over.

Prom, his strong arms were wrapped around you waist.

You back pressed firmly onto his chest. Smiling, you both were so happy.

Next page, Valentine's Day. The day he gave you the promise ring.

You and the rest of the boys had went out to a park, balloons everywhere.

Laughing filling your ears. He took you to your place.

A beautiful picnic was set up. The boys left you alone.

He gave you the ring promising to love and cherish you. Harry, being the sneaky little guy he is was hiding in the tree.

He snapped a quick picture but feel out of the tree in the process.

How could you be mad at such an adorable face.

He gave you the picture and you both put it in you album.

Tears stream down you face as you slam the book shut and throw the book as far as you could.

The book hits the door and falls down. You bury you head in the fluffy white pillow. Mint and Irish Whiskey.

Niall.

Your throw the pillow across the room as well. Everything reminds you of him!

You scream in frustration.

He would still be here if you weren't such a weakling.

This is all your fault.

If you had just listened to him and didn't read those comments on Twitter then maybe you two would be looking at that photo album and laughing instead of you crying, hoping that he would come back.

You hear a soft 'Meow' echo throughout the quite household.

Snowflake.

She has been you only source of comfort.