#1d imagine

Request: Imagine stealing toilet paper from Simon with Niall

Requested by anon: Imagine walking in on Harry and Simon snorting coke through their ears and bellybuttons

Requested by anonymous: “I wrote a song about you.” With Niall Horan & “you wrote me a song?” with Niall Horan

A/N: based on Just Friends by Virginia to Vegas.

Pairing: Y/N & Niall Horan

Words: 656

Warning(s): mentions of drinking

It was one of those crazy days, you and Niall went to a lunch with a couple of friends and ended up in a bar. It’s safe to say that at this point you are wasted, you drank so much, because you could (you don’t always need a reason). The clock on Niall’s phone showed you that it was only 3pm but you both decided to go home. Neither of you could drive so a taxi was the safer option. All day you’ve been getting this weird vibe from Niall. You weren’t friends like friends are supposed to be, you always flirted with each other, so much so that if the other tried to score, they could never because everyone thought they were dating.

“You know, Niall”, you slur as you lean on his side and point at him.

“Hmm. What?” He said tried to focus on your face, with it so close to his.

“I would really like to kiss you.” And you drag your fingers across his lips.

“So why don’t you?”

“We shouldn’t, we’re just friend, right?” Niall just nodded not saying another word. You both ended up at your place, but Niall left soon after putting you to bed. You were too drunk to realize that his mood was down after you suggested kissing each other.

Niall didn’t text you for two days, which was the longest you two had ever gone without texting. You were worried about him, you have tried to call him but no answer. You talked to your mutual friends but no one had heard from him. On day three you finally heard something from him. A text with the words: come to the studio- N. That was all he gave away. You got there as fast as you could.

“Hi, I’m here”, you say as you enter his studio room.

“Hi, I wrote a song about you”, he says rushing his words.

“You wrote a song about me?”

“Well… yeah about us. Just, uhm- just sit here and listen. Don’t speak unless the song is over.” He hands you a headset as you just nod staring at him. He looked so different from the last time you saw him and it had only been three days. Has he eaten? Showered? He hasn’t shaved that’s for sure, he didn’t look good.

“Maybe we could go get lost tonight. At least we know that we gave it a try. So why don’t we go out and get a drink in the West end? One more dance, are you feeling the tension? Take a couple shots and see where the night ends. Stop pretending like we’re just friends.” This is about the lunch you two had with friends, he felt it too. He had actually wanted to kiss you in the back of the taxi.

“Tomorrow when its over, and we’re sober. I just wanna believe that you’ll miss me, but I shouldn’t cause we’re just friends. Maybe we could go get lost tonight, at least we know that we gave it a try. Stop pretending like we’re just friends.” As the song comes to an end, you slowly turn your body to face Niall who was facing around the room, nervously biting his fingernails.

“Do you mean it?” you ask him as you take off the headphones.

“Well… yeah, I wrote a song about it, didn’t I?” he laughs still nervous.

“Are you- do you-…” you swallow, “Do you really want to give us a try?” He nods so fast, you think his head might fall off. “So can I kiss you like I wanted to in the taxi?” Again, he nods. You grab his face in both your hands and kiss him.

“Do you want to go on a date now? Get lost tonight?” He asks, this time it’s your turn to nod.

“But maybe you should shower first?” you laugh.

“Yeah, pick you up at four?”

Buy me coffee?

Requested: by anonymous “I was thinking… since you’re pregnant and all, would you marry me?”

A/N: I hope I did it justice!

Pairing: Y/N & Niall Horan

Words: 1k

Warning(s): mentions of drinking, pregnancy

You were out with your friends, one of them mentioned an open mic night and you all wanted to go. You enjoyed watching smaller artists make music, it felt less Hollywood made and more authentic. It must have been the fifteenth time that you went to these kinds of nights, but you had never seen him before. He had a guitar with him, and he looked so interesting. It looked like he belonged there, but something about him was off. When he got on stage and he introduced himself, you figured it out. He was the artist your cousin listens to all the time, and the one they wouldn’t shut up about. You watched him perform and you understood why, he was amazing. From the way he owned the stage to the little hint of his accent during the songs, you fell hard. This had never happened to you, usually you wouldn’t fall head over heels with a guy you don’t even know.

When he got off stage, you made your way towards him. You honestly couldn’t care less about losing your friends and making a complete fool of yourself.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed your performance”, you start as you approach him.

“Hi, I’m Niall… but you already knew that because I just introduced myself. Uhm, thank you. I really enjoy performing”, he stopped for a second, a blush forming on his cheeks. It was either the beer he had been tanking or your appearance. “Will you be performing later as well?”

“Oh no, I’m just here to watch, drink and enjoy.” You smile, your eyes slowly scanning his body before meeting his eyes. He bit his lip before asking you if he could buy you a drink. That night ended with the both of you at your front door while you were looking for your keys, he couldn’t keep his hands off. Kissing your neck, his hands on your arms and your waist.

“Do you, uhm, do you want to come inside?” It was stupid of you to ask, because you could already feel his answer on your back. From that night on you made a deal. Whenever you would see each other and you couldn’t score other people, you would go home with each other. It was a great deal, that was until you realized that your feelings had grown. You wanted to be official, but you didn’t want to slow him down. Career wise he was doing amazing, you couldn’t tie him down when he would be touring the world, doing God-knows-what with God-knows-who. No, it would be better to break it off and that is exactly what you did the night before he went on tour.

“No, you don’t understand. I’m saying that we should quit this while we’re ahead.” He had left with his head down, you knew he was crying because you were doing the same. Even though it was for the best it felt like the worst thing in the world.

A few weeks had passed and you fell ill. Not the stay in bed all day kind of ill, more like only throwing up in the mornings. That’s when you realized that you could be pregnant. You bought almost every test there was, you called your friends and you peed and waited. Three came out positive, but you weren’t sure so you made an appointment with your doctor. Not long after you had entered the room, she congratulated you with your pregnancy. You had cried yourself to sleep that night, not because you were sad that you were pregnant, but because you were heartbroken. The baby was Niall’s there was no doubt about that, but how could you tell him? Over text? Leave him a voicemail? Nothing seemed like the best idea so you left it.

After four months you heard through friends that Niall was back in town. You hadn’t seen him anywhere, you weren’t avoiding him but since you didn’t visit bars anymore (the smell made you sick), you hadn’t ran into him. That was until you discovered that you were out of rice cakes. This was not the weirdest craving you had, but it sure was one of them. You ran into him at the store, you didn’t expect him to be there, but he was. He hadn’t recognized you and you turned around quickly until..

“Y/N? Is that you?” His voice sounded so sweet. You turned around and you saw his eyes widen. “Oh my God, are you- since when?”

“I’m almost five months now. I didn’t know you were back in town”, you lied, trying to change the topic of your conversation.

“Yeah, I was looking for you actually. I went to your house a few times but you never answered the door. Is it mine?” Mission failed. You slowly nodded your head.

“Why, uhm, why were you looking for me?”

“About five months ago I made a mistake.” You felt like your heart had dropped out of your ass. “No, no, not that!” he said as soon as he saw the mortified look on your face. “The fact that I walked away without actually fighting for us. I really like you, hell I love you.”

“I really love you too, Niall.”

“I was thinking… since you’re pregnant and all, would you marry me?”

“How about a date first?” You giggle.

“Yeah, I can do that!”

Buy me coffee

Requested: yes by @katyhoran02​

A/N: Based on the song “Maybe don’t ” by JP Saxe and Maisie Peters. It’s the second part to this one (read this first if you haven’t otherwise it won’t make sense).

Pairing: reader & Niall Horan

Words: 809

Warning(s):

After the night where your friends had dragged you out of the club, you spend most days in your bed. You ignored all the calls and texts you got from anyone. You followed your school courses online and devoted all your time to your homework. Since Niall knows where you work, you called in and took all your sick and holiday days. You hadn’t taken them since you started working, so you had a lot of time off. It’s kind of stupid you admit, but in all seriousness you really liked him, and he broke your heart. Well you still like him, heck maybe you even lo- anyway it comes down to a broken heart even if you weren’t officially together. At first when you met him, he seemed so perfect, and you remember how you wished he was a little less perfect, so you could end things more easily and not end up hurt… boy, how wrong that went.

One day you get a call, you are so caught up in your school project that you forget to check the caller-id.
“Please, don’t hang up”, is the first thing you hear. Your heart drops to your stomach, you forget how to breath and almost throw your phone across the room. “I know that you don’t want to hear from me, but please let me explain.” You don’t want him to talk, you don’t want him to explain, you don’t- It’s safe to say that you really like Niall and lately the feeling has only been getting worse. You’ve run through every outcome in your head and in every one of them you end up hurt. So you don’t want to speak to or with him ever again.
“I just want to say that I am so very sorry for what happened that night. I want to say that she came on to me and that it wasn’t my fault… but it was. I created the environment in which she thought that she could come onto me and kiss me, and I am sorry for that. I am also sorry for acting the way that I did…. I-”
“I’m sorry Niall. I should hang up”,  you interrupt him.
“Maybe don’t?! Listen to me, please.” He sounds so desperate, and you almost feel sorry for the way you are acting towards him.
“I think I should go. You were the thing that I want the most, and now I just want to get away from you”, you confess quietly. Your throat starts to swell, meaning that you are going to cry soon, and you don’t want to sob while Niall is doing whatever on the other side of the phone.
“I get that’s what you want to do but please, don’t. Look, y/n, I haven’t been able to fall asleep unless you say goodnight. I know that I’ve been making group decisions about us with us. And for that I am sorry.”
“I just don’t want to hurt you or have you hurt me. This is just a heads-up, I mess people’s heads up. But only because I am scared of losing mine. I am hopelessly falling in love with you, Niall. And I am so scared of this feeling. You were so perfect, and I wanted you to be less honest and tick a couple less boxes, just so I could sabotage this and feel good about myself. And not get hurt…” you sniff.
“No, what. I made you cry?! That’s the last thing I wanted to do. Y/n, please I am so sorry for what happened, and I wanted to contact you sooner, but you never picked up your phone. I stopped by your workplace to ask how you were doing, but your boss told me that you took up all your sick days… I have been standing outside your flat in the hope that you would come downstairs, because I love you, y/n. I don’t want to lose you, you are so perfect for me and I have been the biggest asshole in the world”, he confesses. He… he loves you?
“You love me?”
“Yeah, I do. I am hopelessly devoted”, he quotes you favourite film. You can feel him grin through the phone. You don’t hang up the phone but slowly make your way downstairs, in the hope that he didn’t lie and is actually standing outside your flat building. “Hello, y/n. Are you there?” he nervously giggles.
“Yeah, I’m here. Hold on.” You rush down the stairs and open the door to the outside world that you haven’t visited in two weeks. You see him standing on the pavement with his back towards you. You run towards him and wrap your arms around his waist. He jumps a bit at the foreign contact but quickly turns around to face you.
“I love you too.”

“Wake up! ” someone screams as they shake you and you immediately open your eyes. It’s Y/B/F/N. 

A soft groan lips through your lips, then a sigh is quickly to follow. You sit up. 

“Hey, thanks for coming,” you speak, wiping your eyes to get the sleep out of them as she climbs up on the bed and opens up the huge tub of ‘Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie’ Ice cream. She hands you a spoon and smile softly. 

“Now tell me,” she starts as she digs her own spoon into the bucket, “exactly what happened. Oh and check your phone, its been buzzing none stop.”

You gasp excitedly and reach over to the nightstand for your phone, grabbing it and typing in your pin, ending up straight in your messages. You sigh, “It’s just Niall. ”

“Niall as in..?” she questions, the spoon still in her mouth. 

“Yup, that niall,” You read through his text. 

Hey, did everything go okay? 

I know you said you didn’t want to speak to me, but are you okay?

Can I come over?

Y/N you don’t need him, you have me. 

You groan and quickly text him back, your fingers dancing over the keys, “ Niall, I told you not to text me anymore. Its done, okay? It won’t ever happen again. Let it go.”

“He..doesn’t want to st-” before you can finish your best friend throws a pillow at you angrily and it knocks you right in the face.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You told me it was a sex thing, not an affair thing. You said it was just cheating!”

“..I..it is!”

“Fucking right, "she rolls her eyes and takes another mouthful of ice cream, "Please sort yourself out, Y/N. God.”

“I’m sorted…I love Harry…I do..I definitely d-"you stop when another text comes in.

I can’t. You know what we had was real. I’m not letting you go. 

And you can’t help but smile when you get it. 

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Part 1

Part 4

I wake up all at once when a beam of light hits me right in the face, smacking the sleep out of my body. I groan, rolling over so I can try to hide from it, but the banging in my head is too bad to ignore. 

“You’re up,” I hear from the other side of the room. I look up to find niall just finished pulling the blinds closed.

“I’m up,” I murmur gently, slowly sitting up so I don’t aggravate my headache too much, “..why am I here?" 

"I found you at MLK last night, trying to suck Michael’s face off,” he replies with a weird mixture of tenseness and playfulness.

Michael, my ex. The one I dated for 2 weeks before I realised all he wanted was sex. He’d had me pinned down against my own bed before my room mate came home and saved me. 

“…fuck, ” I mutter out under my breath grudgingly before downing an advil and knocking back some water with it, “..thank you…you’re..just..you’re the best friend I could ask for, Niall." 

He smiles softly and comes closer to me, resting his gently hands on my shoulders, "No problem…but, mia..why were you there? You were fucking wasted..”

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that for every shot I had, I smoked a blunt.

“I just..I needed to get away from this shit,” I let out a short sigh and look up at him, trying to hold in the tears that I knew would come if I kept speaking, “Meaning school and whatever. Hey, I’m starved…I could use some of those famous pancakes! " 

I smile at him, trying to distract him. He’s always been easily distracted by food. This time, though, he just sighs in a frustrated sort of way.

"What’s wrong with you, Mia?You’re just..you’re going in this downward spiral…I’m worried,” he says before stepping back and away from the bed.

“Ni, I’m fine,” I reply, climbing off of the bed and walking the 5 feet to his kitchen. He had a studio student accommodation, which wasn’t that impressive but it was more than I had. 

I quickly grab a box of cereal and start pouring it into a cup since I know for a fact that all his bowls were broken, “Please just drop it.”

He sighs and seems to give up, walking over to the mini fridge to get some milk. He sets it beside me then stares at me for a second. I have to try really hard to pretend I don’t notice, “Just know i’m here,okay? I'mhere and i’m worried.”

“You don’t have to be worried. I’m fine. Stop freaking out,” I take the milk from him and pour it into the cup.

“Whatever you say.”

Part 1.

Part 3?

“What do you mean he left?” the angry voice rages on the other side of the phone. You were sat on your white, fluffy bed sheets, the covers around you tightly. If you’re being honest with yourself, maybe you were trying to suffocate yourself with the fabric.

“He walked out of the door and left me here..he left me here sobbing..I can’t believe he j-” you can’t finish the thought so you just suck it up and keep speaking, “he left about 2 hours ago…and he wouldn’t answer my calls, Y/B/F…please. I really need you right now.”

She lets out an exasperated sigh on the other side, “Y/n, I’m so so sorry, I can’t right now. I’m at work…I’ll try to drop by soon, okay? When work gets out..just go to bed. Take a nap..try to relax.”

You nod, even though she can’t see you and kick the sheets away, flopping down on the bed, “I just feel like shit, all the time,” you sigh as you speak.

“..Maybe he’ll forgive you..maybe he’ll come back..that is his house after all…anyway, hey, Y/N, I really have to go. See you to night,” she replies quickly before the line goes dead and you’re left there with your thoughts.

You lie there and take a deep breath before your sobs start tumbling out again. You try to stop every now and then but you remember the look on his face and another round bubbles back up.

“I need you harry, I need you,” you whisper to yourself, simultaneously bringing up your phone so you can see the screen.

You click onto the twitter app and before you know it you’re typing, ‘Loosing someone is the worst, especially when you know its your fault.’

You take a deep breath when you’re done and quickly go onto your messages, reading through your 10 unanswered texts and start typing another one. “ I’m in a bad place right now. I’ve done things that i’m so disgusted by, but please- this is the only place i’d be sure you read my message. Please Harry, I’ll tell you everything, anything you want to know, please. I love you, you’re everything to me.”

You take a deep breath and click send, almost immediately the little delivered button changes to read, but still, no reply. 

Anger swells up in you and you find yourself chucking your phone across the bed and screaming. 

“Oh fuck, Harry, Please!” you yell to no-one, more tears streaming down. Why are you such a fuck up? You make every mistake over andover again and ruin what little happiness you have. 

Part 1

Part 3

I hope you guys know that I wasn’t even planning on continuing this, but I’m trying to make up for my long absence. Love you <3

(Profanity warning)

“All I have is you, Harry!” you scream behind him, your throat stinging from crying so hard. You stumble down the stairs behind  him, grabbing onto the the back of his suitcase, trying to keep him from taking another stop.

“PLEASE!” you scream again, looking right up at his seemingly devastated face. His usually bright, cheerful eyes were now  drooping and puffy from tears, “HARRY, I FUCKING NEED YOU, PLEASE! You can’t do this to us!” You try again, trembling hands gripping onto the harsh fabric of his suitcase. 

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE, Y/N,” he screams back at you, his whole body shaking with anger. He drops his side of the bag and steps closer, his voice shaking as he yells, “YOU fucking cheated on ME. You broke MY heart.”

You can’t help but wrap your arms around his body and start sobbing, so desperate yo u’d do anything. “Please” you begg, sliding down onto your knees.  "Please, Harry, please. i’m so sorry..please.“

You look up into his heart broken face and another burst of sobs slip between your lips.

"Don’t. Don’t fucking do this. You did this, you have to live with it. I hope every time you fucking see him, every time you lie in our bed..you fucking remember what you did us..how could you do this to me?” he looks down at you again, tears trickling down his cheeks slowly. 

“It was a mistake, harry. Please..i’m on my knees, i’m begging..I need you,” You say, reaching up to take his hand, but he just jerks away wordlessly. 

“Don’t,” He finally speaks before grabbing hold of his suitcase, and walking towards the front door, leaving you there, sobbing on your knees.

He stops briefly at the threshold and looks back at you, shaking his head, “10 fucking times, Y/N. 10 times?”

“I was lost, harry…you..you were gone so much..I..please..youre the love of my life-” you begin, but he cuts you off. 

“…I even fucking bought you a ring..I was going to fucking PROPOSE to you, Y/N. I even fucking told my mother…and you were here..sucking his cock…do you even-”

“I’m so sorry, harry, i’m so so so sorry, "your words fade out when your sobs get louder. You close your eyes and covers your face with your hand, trying to get a grip on yourself. 

You just sit there when you here the door close behind the love or your life, just wanting to punch yourself for bring such an idiot, for letting the love of your life go, for some stupid fling.

Part 2! 

Got some prefs coming out in the morning but i have 0 requests and 0 limits so request anything please :)