Niall One Shot
Niall was finally coming home today. It’s been three months since I’ve been in his arms. But, it’s been five months in our relationship; still private than ever. Today was the day I was going to tell everyone to Tumblr, that we were together.
They were going to shit themselves.
I waited in my loft, anticipating hearing the knock on the door. It was five, he’d be here any minute. I could feel my heart race with each tick on the clock. My laptop was open on my table, ready with the text post.
So many people have been messaging me asking
What’s up with you and Niall?
Are you guys dating?
Are you guys friends?
It was cute, really. I adored these messages; but I didn’t answer them. I was too frightened Niall would be upset. We both hated it when we were upset, and I knew going behind Niall’s back would be the wrong thing to do.
“Morgan?” his voice called from the door. I shot out of my seat, squealing, and ran to the door. My fingers fumbled against the lock, and I opened it. Niall was standing there with his bags and open arms.
I jumped into him, his arms wrapping around my back, pulling me into his chest.
“Niall, don’t ever leave for that long again,” I whispered into his ear, his breath circle around my ear; spreading goosebumps all up my spine.
I knew he didn’t make promises he couldn’t keep, so he didn’t say anything. Niall just smiled and kissed me, because we both knew he had to leave in only a few days.
“So I was thinking,” I said as we got settled in, Niall unpacked his bags and we were now waiting for the oven to heat.
“Oh Jesus what now?” he laughed playing with my hair while we were on the couch.
“Well,” I started, unsure of how to word my question. I just wanted to scream at him I WANT TO BE OFFICIAL. I’M DONE WITH KEEPING SECRETS. But, there was no way in hell that was happening. I was too scared, I had to play it cool.
“Well, come on, get on with it,” He grinned, leaning in closer to me. His scent becoming stronger.
“I think we should tell everyone about our relationship. These girls on Tumblr keep on asking me about you, and I don’t want to hide us anymore.” His facial expression changed, he looked shocked (and upset.)
“Why are you telling girls on tumblr about us!” He shouted; springing up from the seat and storming into the kitchen. He flipped open my laptop and started to scroll through the messages, “You are going to regret doing this. Do you see the hate El and Danielle and Perrie get? Do you really want that?”
I froze at this statement. “Niall! Really, come on. Why can’t we tell everyone that we’re together? It’s not a big deal!”
I knew Niall was protective over me, but this was taking it way too far. My best friends didn’t even know we were together, no one knew.
Personally, I was tired of lying to my friends and my family about my location, my relationship status. I know he was trying to protect us, but it wasn’t fair.
“I’M NOT LETTING YOU GET HURT!” Niall spat back at me.
“WELL HOW DO YOU THINK THIS MAKES ME FEEL?” I shouted back, “Cook your own damn dinner, I’m going to bed.” I retorted.
My eyelids began to shut, my lips started to quiver, I could feel the hysterics hang onto my body as if it were a coat. The anger and hatred I had towards Niall made my body feel incredibly weak, I lugged myself to my bed and closed the door. Laying down on the mattress; letting my spinal chord slowly roll into the fabric; becoming one with the bed, I felt relaxed. At complete ease, slowly beginning to drift off in a deep sleep.
I awoke to the fresh smell of bacon, and eggs.
Did I really sleep through the night?
I looked around, my room was the exact same way it was before. The door was still shut, Niall didn’t even come in. He left. I pulled myself up from my bed, figuring my mom came home, and she made breakfast for me. Jesus Christ I was starving. I walked into the kitchen, to find a plate of breakfast on the table.
“Mom?” I called out. No answer. I walked up to the plate, and saw scrambled eggs and three pieces of bacon spread out, and a cup of orange juice on the side. I smiled to myself. It was my favorite breakfast. My eyes caught a glimpse at my laptop, and there were at least 100 people on my blog.
“What the..” My voice trailed off, as I started to look at my previous posts. I gasped.
Niall uploaded a picture of the two of us, we took it on my photobooth two months prior to his departure, he wrote a little blurb under it too.
This is my prince, his name is Niall. He can be quite a jerk sometimes, especially when it comes to showing his princess out to the public. He’s very sorry for making you cry, and not being near you all the time. He loves me so much, and I love him too.
Tears streamed down my face. Niall really did love me, and he just showed us to the world.