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acesofspadess · 9 months

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This Is The Voice

a/n: everyone needs some more Niall

summary: you're the mega mentor, and Niall doesn't know that

“This is the last knockouts ill ever get to coach and im really excited because our mega mentor this season is one of the greatest singers and people of all time.”

“Shes a legend in the industry.”

“She is an EGOT”

“So the mega mentor this season is……… Y/N L/N! Or Horan to Niall”

BLAKE

“Well this like a full circle moment for me. You were here as Adams advisor in the first season and now you are mega mentor in my last season.” blake looked down at 29 year old you who was reminiscing. “What does that say about our relationship.”

“That whenever you're here I lose.” you laughed at him as he shook his head. “You let yourself lose to an 18 year old Blake.” his eyes widdend at that, “Oh man, i forgot you were only 18. I feel so old. And now your married too.” he shook his not wanting to think about it any more.

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KELLY

“You still havent seen Niall yet?” Kelly and you had a moment to chat before the artist came in. “no and I feel so bad. I've been super slow on my answers to his text. I just want to hold him.”

I've know Y/N since she was around 18, we got to perform together in Vegas almost 12 years ago.

“Im so glad it's Blake’s last season. Hes just had a very good vibe.” Kelly filled you on some behind the scenes.

“Oh thats good, he really can be a pain sometimes.

And I've also been able to work with her and tour with her and learn from her. Shes so young and has taught a lot of artist with singing and being on stage. I love that all these artist are gonna get that same experience today.

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CHANCE

There was a knock on your dressing room door and you opened it to see Chance. “Y/N!” He cheered as he opened his arms up for a hug. You laughed and thanks the heavens you werent wearing heavy makeup as he was wearing white.

Y/N… shes a legend in the industry. Grammy award winning artist.

“And when was the last time i saw you?” you laughed at his question. “Probably Grammy’s 2020…?” he shook his head, “how could i foget miss album of the year.

Her being a top tier artist for so long and having so many experiences is something that we could all grow from.

After Chance had run down his artist for you, you waited for them to come in and laughed at whispers you heard. “Well hello there, I love your hair.” you told Nariella whose hair was similar to your ginger colour. “I actually got the idea from you.” you both laughed and whispered an ‘i like you already’.

I just think its so amazing for her to be here and represent black women and girls. Shes definitely someone i look up to.

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NIALL

It was finally time to see your love. Niall was supposed to be meeting Riley… but you didnt let that happen. You were facing the camera, your back facing the direction Niall would walk through.

“Riley Tate-”

You turned around at the sound of his voice and he immediately stopped talking. “Hi love.” you were smiling so hard at his reaction to seeing you before he scooped you up in a hug and twirled youn around.

“Why are you here- wait. Your da mega mentor?” his accent was thicker because of the surprise and you loved it.

I mean to work with Y/N L/N the queen of pop… im getting goose bumps thinking about it now, its just amazing being in her presence

Thats your wife Niall

Say it again

“Well now that your here i was going to ask you if you wanted to come to a golf course with me.” Niall had his head on her shoulder and he could feel the laugh that came from her at his words.

Shes an absolute legend, and she teaches me something everyday, i cant wait for her to teach my team.

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“Alright love, Gina, shes really shy, reminds me of you when you came to write for the band.”

Niall laughed his beautiful laugh as you hid your face in your hands. “Don't remind me.”

“You might have to tell her to speak up.” you nodded at the information and were ready to see her. “And then she sings, and a different person comes out, a lot like you.” you cooed at his comparison seeing how much Gina meant to Niall.

“Now Kates kinda got the jazzy, Amy Winehouse-y vibe.” you ‘oo’ed’ at the information. “Lets see what they got.”

You watched as they walked around the corner and saw them subtly freak out at seeing you. You got up from your seat with the help of Niall(not that you needed it but he always held his hand out for you).

“Look who ive got!” Niall cheered from behind you as the girls gave you hugs.

I saw the ginger hair and Niall leaning on her and was like- please… ITS Y/N”

“How are you?” you asked hugging them both.

I was not expecting Y/N to be in the room with Niall. I was very starstruck.”

“Im gonna sing ‘somebody that i used to know’,” Gina shared her song and you marvelled at the softness of her voice. “Im very close to my dad, and he was a DJ and that was a song he always loved.”

“Thats beautiful Gina truly.”

Listening too her sing brought chills to your skin.

You cheered as she finished and let Niall say what you know hes been holding in. “And that sass that youve got this week.” Niall admired with a little laugh. “Really?” you loved how she went from this marvellous singer to this soft spoken girl. “I wasnt expecting that.” Gina thanked Niall before she looked at you and you shook your head.

“You gave me chills seriously, the only thing is ‘for lack of better wording’ understanding your words.” you watched as she took the advice and applauded her silently knowing if you were in her possician you would have certainly started crying.

“Yeah keep those words separate. Its very easy to go-” and you watched as he broke off his words in example. “You know what I mean. So give your self a bit of space.”

“I like that bub. I like that a lot.”

You listened to him sing the words slowly and closed you eyes in sereness. “That staccato.” you pitched in. “her first audition to right now,” he looked at you threading his fingers with yours, “completley diffrent person.” you laughed softly squeezing his had. “I was just like you when i started, you can ask him.” he kissed your temple lightly in admiration, “she still is. Cant give her a compliment without her hiding away. Huh, beautiful?” you did as he knew you would and tucked your face into his neck. “See.”

You turned your head to watch Gina and Kate play fight as theu swapped places. “I really wish you guys liked each other.” you joked sitting up properly. “I know so much hatred in here.” Niall joked back with you adjusting in his seat. “Its just awful.” Niall lost it, throwing his head back in laughter, letting you hear his laugh again. That would always be your favourite song.

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“Ooh we've got a guitar.” you saw the shaped guitar and immediately fell in love. “Its my baby.” Kate spoke. “Gonna have to get me self one just like that,” you all laughed before Niall looked at the gap between your seats and pulled your seat closer to his. You grabbed his hand and kissed it before looking back up at Kate. “what song are gonna sing love.” you asked as Niall sat back in his seat. “Im singing ‘Call Me’ by Blondie.”

“Oh lets hear it.”

Kate had the stage presence of a lifetime. “Very good!” you clapped proudly. “Thank you.” you smiled as Niall began to speak. “My favourite parts are when its chilled.” You agreed with him softly as he continued to speak. “Dont stay with the-” Niall sang in a high pitch for example and you nodde your head. “Towards the end it gets a bit crashy for me. I wonder if there's a way of toning it down?” he looked to you for advice. “Tone down the crashing for more like ‘TOMS’ or something like that?” you offered and he took it. “Yeah so we can offer some more jazziness.” he agreed while drumming in the air, “you wanna come back up Gina?” You smiled widely hearing the softness and joy in his voice when he talked to her. “Im thrilled to pieces. I asked a really close friend of mine when were younger, who is now very successful, what is the best piece of advice you can give me. He said ‘have fun’. So i hope your having fun and getting to meet people that youll remain friends with forever.”

You watched Gina and Kate turn to each other and you hugged yourself. “Awwe that makes me so happy.” Niall grabbed your hand and held it in the air. “And one day you might marry them.” you all laughed before Niall spoke up again. “You're the best ladies.” you watched as they walked away and Niall rested his head on shoulder again. “I love you. You're amazing.”

“I love you too Ni.”

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itsallaboutzayn · 9 months

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Niall Horan – The Show (Vevo Extended Play)

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jaywriteshome · 5 months

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We’re only getting older, baby

#niall horan #niall #nialler #horandog #lover #the show #he’s so cute #look at him #once a baby always a baby #i’m gonna go cry now #one direction #1d #directioner

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justmeinatree · 5 months

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01 - Astoria : Ripplin On By

Summary : you find yourself trapped on a pirate ship, desperate to be saved. or is the pirate that needs saving …

feels far from home close to the veil, goodbye mother’s fairytale

TW : murder, talks of sexual assault

Word Count : 5k

A/N : we can all thank @niallthebadboi for reminding me of the niall/james corden halloween music video 🤐

“oi, mate. mate, come here,” he whispers, his index finger in a come hither motion.

niall’s ears perk up, the quietness of the lower deck echoing even the faintest of sounds. he looks behind him, spotting one of the crew members, furrowing his eyebrows, “what is it ? m’a little busy.”

with his boots sludging through the thick waters on the bottom deck of the boat, the smell of the salt water mixed in with mould due to the slowly rotting wood, niall was filtering through boxes upon boxes. he knows he can find what he’s looking for, if he’s just given enough uninterrupted time. christ, there’s a lot of shit down here.

“did you hear ? there’s supposedly a lass on board.”

and well that, makes niall laugh, shaking his head, “don’t tell me you’ve fallen for that rumour. no way there’s a lady on this ship. not a single lass, in her right mind, would board onto a boat with a bunch of pirates. bloody death wish if she does,” he adds, muttering to himself.

“nah, s’not a rumour lad. can’t you feel it ?” he hums, smirking, dirty brown teeth poking through his chapped lips. “we can all tell. the energy’s different. oh what i would do to get my hands on a sweet young lady.”

“bloody disgusting you,” niall laughs, shaking his head. although he can’t help but fantasize about a woman from time to time. spending the majority of his adult life on a ship full of men, and maybe, just maybe, he can feel some sort of shift in the air. but that could simply be all the idiots up on deck getting themselves worked up for nothing. it’s not like it’s the first time niall hears about rumours like this one.

“can’t tell if i’d rather have a little taste, or pray for her wellbeing when she’s found,” he hums, shaking the thoughts out of his head, making his way back up, calling down to niall, “whoever finds her first gets first dibs.”

niall huffs, turning around and getting back to his task at hand. there was obviously nothing to get worked up about. because there was obviously no girl on the ship. they haven’t ported in almost a week now, no way a lady would have made it this long. pirate ships aren’t exactly anything close to nice accommodations.

but for now, he searches through crate upon crate, why they had so much crap stuffed away down here, he’ll never know. no one ever comes down here anyway, it’s too sludgy and too rotten. it’s not until he rounds a corner that he hears the small squeak. he’s no stranger to rats and mice, but this, well this wasn’t quite it.

peering over, he spots someone.

you were terrified. fear stricken over your features, back pressed against a wall ? some boxes ? you weren’t sure. it felt like your breath had caught into your throat, fingertips going slightly numb, unable to move an inch, as you stare back at him, panic settling into every bone in your body.

“hey,” niall hums, confusion etched on his face, because fuck, there really was a girl on this ship.

you coward back at the sound of his voice, small whimper leaving your chest, barely heard over the creaking of the old wood. your eyes squeezed shut, ready for the worst. it was hard to see his face, only small cracks of daylight filtering through the old wood to illuminate the dampened space. and with his hat perched upon his head, the specks of clarity weren’t quite reaching his face.

“no, no, s’alright,” niall murmurs, hand darting out for you, quickly retreating it when he notices you flinch away.

“please dont hurt me,” you hiccup, tears filling your eyes.

“m’not gonna hurt you, it’s okay,” he coos, trying to muster up as much calm as he can. although he can’t say he’s felt much of anything remotely close to calm since joining this crew.

“no,” you hiccup again, bottom lip starting to tremble, pressing yourself impossibly further back. “i- i heard yo-you talking,” you stutter. “i know you’re gonna-a hurt me.”

“no, no,” niall coos, shaking his head. “that’s not-. you heard the othe-.” he sighs, biting his lip and starting over. “m’niall, what’s your name, love ?”

“dont call me that,” you huff, the tiniest bit of bite to your voice.

that pulls a smile from niall, a slight breathy chuckle, “alright, m’sorry. how about you tell me your name so i know what to call you.”

“y/n,” you murmur around a few deep breaths, trying to regulate your heart as your brain determines if there’s any imminent threat or not.

“y/n,” he hums, tasting it out on his tongue. “what are you doing on this ship ? s’not safe for you.”

“i messed up,” you peep quietly, fresh tears gathering in your eyes. “everyone was gone, and i just picked a boat. didn’t think there were pirates ported at the docks.”

niall bites back a laugh, not wanting to upset you, but still, what were the odds really. he doesn’t think he’s ever met someone with such bad luck. “we have to eat too,” he chuckles, “gotta reach port sometimes. have ya seriously been here all week ?”

you nod softly, sighing, “when they started coming back onto the ship, i ran down. just kept running. v’been hiding out here. you’re the first one to come down this far below deck.”

“you’ve been down here all week ?” he asks, shocked, eyes grown wide. “fuck, you can’t stay down here that long, you’ll get sick. there’s too much mould for you to breathe in.”

“i’ll take my chances,” you murmur, biting your lip, looking up at him with desperation, “s’better than going up there with the crew.”

and well, niall cannot disagree there. thinks he’d rather live down here with the rot and the sludge if the alternative was to head up to the crew and have every shred of his being ripped apart. so he nods, looking sadly at you, because you’re right, there’s no denying it. “must be hungry then. how about i get you some food ? try to track down some fresh water,” he suggests.

at that, you perk up, eyes shining with some level of hope for the first time, in a week, apparently. you nod, looking hopeful at niall, asking curiously, “when’s the next time we dock ?”

“not for at least another week, m’afraid,” he sighs, adding a bit more enthusiastically, “don’t think about that right now, just sit tight, i’ll be right back.”

and with that niall was off, bounding up the steps, loud wooden creaks echoing under each of his boots. he makes a bit of small talk with a few other crew mates as he passes them, fishing through crates and flour sacks full of beans, biscuits, and salted dried meats, grabbing a good handful of each, tucking them into his satchel.

unfortunately, he doesn’t remember a single day as a pirate where he’s actually had access to water. it’s always been beers and ales and rums. at least that’s what’s made readily available.

if he was going to find water, he’s going to have to sneak around, and sneaking around takes time. time he doesn’t think he has. for some reason, he fears for your safety. you were so innocent, so fragile, so full of fear when he found you gazing back at him. he can’t even begin to imagine what the others would do if they found you. doesn’t think he’ll be able to live with himself if he has to watch that innocence get wiped off your pretty porcelain face. he may be a pirate, but his mam raised a good man.

and although the crew typically never hits the lowest deck, one of them is bound to discover you. especially with the flying rumour of a young lass on board.

so he decides, for now, that some ale is the best he can do in terms of beverage, figuring he’ll have more time to sneak around once all the lads are passed out drunk for the night.

when he returns to the lowest deck, he finds you sitting on one of the large crates, feet tucked up to give your poor skin a break from the constant saturation. he feels his heart grow heavy. a now foreign feeling to him, as he’s learned to grow a thick callous around his emotions. if he spends too much time contemplating his life decisions over the last decade, he’ll throw himself overboard. there are countless moments for which he’s significantly less than proud of. murder being a number of them. he’s just had to do what he’s had to do.

but with you, being dealt a really bad hand, stuck on a pirate ship, condemned to a level that the pirates themselves don’t really come to, he feels real sadness, and real fear, and real protectiveness. he wants to help you. he’s not sure why, he’s never felt the need to help anyone. but seeing that desperation in your eyes, and the sheer willpower you’ve held onto for this long, he empathizes with you in ways he’s not even sure he fully understands.

niall trudges over to you, placing his satchel down on the crate next to you, opening it up to show you its contents. “sorry it’s nothing better. s’really all that survives the long trips.”

“don’t worry about it, please. it’s food,” you smile, reaching in and taking a handful of beans.

“i couldn’t find any water,” he sighs, “that one’s going to be a bit harder to come by. i’ll go lurking later tonight, when they’re all passed out,” he nods towards the upper deck, where the crew are currently working. “for now though, i hope ale’s okay ? at least it’ll fix the thirst for a bit, yeah ?” he hums hopefully.

your smile only grows wider, swallowing down a bite of the biscuit you had reached for, “niall, don’t make a fuss,” you murmur softly. “you’ve gotten me a meal, and you’ve been nothing but kind to me. i really appreciate all of it,” you hum, taking a sip and another bite, finding yourself hungrier than you thought. the slowly waning adrenaline causing your body to need a refuel.

“it’s no problem,” niall smiles, “really. just want you to stay safe, and to make it off this ship unharmed.”

you feel heat rise to your cheeks, your eyes trained down on the food he’s provided. you could not have a crush on a pirate. you. could. not. you had to get off this ship and never, ever, look back. fuck.

you take a deep breath, looking over at him, “you seem too nice to be a pirate.”

niall’s mouth quirks up in a smirky smile, breathy chuckle rumbling from his chest, he shakes his head, “there’s a lot of nice lads here. but pirate mentality tends to take over and the next thing you know, you’re doing something you’d never ever thought of doing.”

your eyes lock with his, reading him for a moment, a silent moment, as you both exchange a sad, knowing gaze, “would it have been different if you weren’t alone when you found me ?”

at that, niall sighs, shoulders deflating. he reaches up on his head, gripping his hat and taking it off, resting it on the crate, behind you. it’s the first time you see him without it, expecting to finally get a glace at his hair, you’re only slightly disappointed to see a tattered, muted green bandana wrapped around his head. although you do note peaks of brown tousles poking through behind his ears and by his neck. small hoops pierced through his lobes.

without his hat, more light hits his eyes, which you note are a deep blue. his skin was tanned, darkened from long days in the blistering sun. he’s gorgeous. you cannot. cannot. have a crush on a pirate.

“i’d like to believe that i would have stood up for you,” niall murmurs. “like to believe that when i saw that look in your eyes, i’d be getting them away from you. can’t even begin to imagine the alternative, to be honest, darling.”

you let the pet name slide, too caught up with the fact that he keeps saying he’d like to believe. it’s not quite as reassuring as you’d hoped. you aren’t completely sure how much you can trust him yet. after all, a bit of food is a nice peace offering, but he hasn’t proven himself just yet.

it’s a few hours after that, before you see niall again. he does need to spend some time, enough time, with the crew, working. he can’t let anyone notice that he’s gone too long. or at least, where he’s going. if any of the lads find out that he’s spending time down there, they’ll suspect something. he needs to do this very delicately. needs to be smart about this.

as he returns, he smiles wide at you, waving a pair of boots around. “smallest ones i could find, keep your feet dry.”

your eyebrows furrow squinting your eyes, the darkness of early evening settling, less and less daylight filtering through the small cracks in the wood.

“s’hard to see innit ?” niall hums, patting his pants, fingers finding some matches in one of the pockets, striking one against a crate to light it, the dim flame just enough to illuminate his face and the pair of boots he’s holding up.

“you got me some boots ?” you look up at him, a burst of warmth spreading through your chest, biting your lip softly as you reach for them, slipping them on. “these are perfect,” you hum, clicking your feet together.

niall searches the walls and ceiling, finding a small gas lamp, unhooking it from its perch, and lighting it. a small corner of space sees proper lighting for the first time in a long time. taking a look around, he thinks he prefers it when it’s dark.

but upon looking over at your feet, he sees you were exaggerating quite a bit. the boots were far from perfect, much too big on you. “you seem to be handling all of this really well for someone as prim and proper as you are.”

you laugh, a true laugh, your first one in god knows how long, shaking your head. “didn’t grow up like this,” you explain, hands waving up and down to display your expensive dress. “one of the richest men in town, for some reason, had his sights set on me.”

“make that sound like a bad thing,” niall hums, hoisting himself up on the crate across from you, setting his hat down again.

“i hate him,” you murmur vehemently. and again, you both lock eyes in a silent moment, the flame flickering a dim glow over both of your features, intensifying the connection.

niall snaps out of it first, “wanted to bring you the boots, and check in on ya. it’s gotten pretty dark out, the crew’ll be out cold in a bit. i’ll try to find you some water. i’ll be back. keep that light, makes it a little less glum.”

and again, he’s off, just as quickly as he came. you were forever grateful for the bits of company. and the little things he’d bring you every time he dropped on by. in the meantime though, you were lonely. tucked away in the depths of despair, longing and awaiting for your gorgeous pirate’s return.

christ, stop. you did not have a crush. you did not. however, you could admit to yourself that having a place of escape, in your mind that is, helped pass the time a little bit. a place where you and niall were on a grand adventure at sea, wind billowing in your hair, fresh salty air, nothing but beautiful sunsets on the horizon.

how you longed for a breath of fresh air. to feel the wind on your skin. it was getting increasingly hard to be held up like you were. you had no idea that rot and severe lack of sunlight could affect someone so quickly.

you were growing increasingly desperate. and thinking back, niall had mentioned countless times that the crew pass out cold at night. maybe you could sneak around too ? just enough to make it a bit higher up.

this was foolish, you kept telling yourself as you take slow steps towards the stairs, and yet, you couldn’t stop yourself. it’s like if your body could feel its impending death if it stayed put. your sheer will to have some clean air seemingly taking over the fear for a split moment.

you were two floors up before you started noticing signs of life. sticking to the empty staircase, peering over quietly to notice breathing lumps of men, tucked into hammocks slung around randomly.

continuing on your way, you stop a few steps from the very top, sitting on it, not risking being seen on the wide open deck. you breathe in deeply, crisp nighttime air filling your lungs. tilting your head back, eyes blinking up, you notice the vast array of stars. smiling to yourself, you enjoy a moment of calm.

that is, until you hear some sounds from below you. what seems to be a conversation. and by the rumbling, tumbling steps, and the slurring, cackling voices, you’d best believe they were drunk. with the sounds getting louder, they were heading up to the top deck.

panic rising in your chest, your eyes dart from side to side, figuring there was nowhere to go but up. you climb the rest of the stairs, finding the large expanse of the ship to be empty. rushing, you look around to find a hiding spot, just about to take your first step towards a barrel, when a bone chilling sentence hits your brain.

“well, well, well. look at what we have here.”

“hmm, pretty young lady. looks like we get to have some fun tonight.”

you whimper, frozen in fear, hearing the loud chuckle from behind you, “i get her first !” one of them shouts, surging forward and gripping your shoulder. he walks you forward towards the very barrel you were planning to dash for, just moments ago, pressing on your upper back, between your shoulder blades, bending you over.

you can feel him lean over you, pressed up against you, murmuring against your ear, “such a little treat aren’t you ?”

“what the-“ you hear from further behind you, the man no longer pressed against you, as he looks behind himself.

“fuck- what are you-“ just as you look behind yourself, curiously panicked, worried that you may have an even worse imminent future ahead.

instead you’re met with the sight of your attacker, pulled back into niall’s chest, held down by his mouth to muffle any sounds, watching niall glide a blade through your attacker’s throat.

you feel as if your heart was about to beat out of your throat, eyes bulging wide, trying to take in the scene in front of you. two men, in a heap on the floor, throats gushing blood. you were gasping for breath, slowly backing away, until your back hit the barrel.

“what in god’s name are you doing ?” niall snaps, looking around to make sure no one’s seen anything. “why would you do something so fucking stupid ?”

he was furious. and you could tell. instantly regretting your decision to try and reach some upper floors. “i-“ you sigh, looking down, unable to look him in the eye. you felt like a small child, being scolded. and truthfully, you deserved it. what you did was stupid. and if niall hadn’t found you right then and there, you’re not sure what would be happening right now.

your gaze tentatively flicks up towards his, shame plastered on your features, as you do something you never imagined doing. you lunge forward, wrapping your arms around niall, the force of it all making him take a few steps back.

he was shocked. he hadn’t been privy to a hug in over a decade. his eyes blink rapidly a few times, before slowly wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you to him, hearing a faint, “thank you for saving me,” puff out from your lips, warm breath hitting his neck.

niall’s eyes flutter closed, his head resting against yours, taking in a breath. the fresh cleanliness of the soap you used in your hair was still clinging on, under the scent of the sea, a welcomed change his nostrils revelled in.

he found himself relaxing into your arms, the protective anger he was feeling over you fading, murmuring, “please tell me what the fuck you were doing.”

you slowly pull away from the hug, sighing, “i was desperate for some fresh air. you kept talking about the crew passing out at night, figured it’d be my best shot,” you shrug.

“christ, darling, let me in on your plans next time yeah ? let me keep you safe. d’ya have any idea how bad that could have been if i wasn’t here ?” he shakes his head. “fuck, lets not think about that. need to take care of my mess. then m’gonna find you a change of clothes. can’t have ya sneaking around in that dress. s’too obvious.”

he turns around, hoisting the bodies one at a time, rolling them over the edge of the ship, to crash into the frigid waters below.

“niall, you-“ you take a deep breath, your shoulders slugging, “you killed two people. for me. i- fuck, i can’t believe i-“

“shh,” he hums, shaking his head, pressing his index finger against your lips when he notices you about to speak again. “don’t have ta say it. m’honestly so fucking glad i was here.”

your breath catches as his finger makes contact with your mouth, a tingle of warmth spreading through your entire body, leaving your fingers and toes slightly numb. for a moment you find yourself wanting nothing more than to kiss him. with the sweat on his brow and the dirt on his skin, and fuck even the blood on his hands, you were so attracted to him. you cannot have a crush on a bloody pirate.

he slowly pulls his finger away, eyes locked on yours, feeling the erratic beating in his chest, because my god, he’s never felt such soft lips. doesn’t remember wanting to kiss anyone so bad in so long. not that there’s been even remotely close to a kissing prospect. “c’mon, that’s gotta be enough fresh air for today. can’t risk it any longer. lets get you back down there, darling. i’ll go sleuthing for some clothes.”

“niall,” you rush out, gripping into his arm just as he was trying to walk away, “thank you. for everything.”

a small smile tugs at his lips, blush rising to his cheeks, turning away again and setting off with you, making sure the coast is clear every step of the way, until you’re back to the safety of the bottom deck.

it had been days since your little adventure to the outside. and as much as you were craving a trip back up, you were slightly petrified.

niall had brought you some clothes, and even though you could fairly blend in with the crew, you weren’t quite ready to test it for real.

in the meantime, niall’s been your source of friendship, coming to check on you regularly, whenever he could sneak away, bringing you food and drinks. he even tracked down some water for you a couple of times.

tonight, however, you couldn’t hold out anymore. so when niall comes by for his late evening visit, you hop down from the crate you’d made yourself comfortable on, bounding over to him, “can we go up tonight ?”

he looks over you, eyes wide, “you really want to try that again ?” he asks quietly, out of fear for you. fear of what could happen to you, to him for hiding you.

but with the large puppy eyes you were feeding him and the severe level of empathy he has for you, he ends up giving in pretty quickly, nodding his approval, “yeah, alright. suppose it’s something you need. please stay close. and do whatever i say.”

“yes sir,” you smirk, saluting him. as soon as your hand left your forehead, you felt like a complete fool. embarrassing yourself in front of the man whom you’ve grown more and more affection towards.

he giggles though, a real giggle, shaking his head at you, “m’a pirate, not in the fuckin navy, darling.”

you laugh along with him, ever grateful for him. you’re unsure of how you’ll ever be able to thank him for all that he’s done for you. including murder for fuck sake. you have to come up with something before leaving the ship.

you stay quiet, following him up the stairs, niall checking each floor as he goes, confirming that everyone is rightfully asleep. once he makes it to the top deck, he takes one look around, finding the entirety of the space, completely abandoned. niall’s hand reaches out for yours, helping you up the last few steps.

taking a deep breath, your eyes close momentarily, enjoying the feeling of whipping wind against your skin, tiny droplets of sea water spraying you from time to time. it was so refreshing, so incredibly needed after the time down below.

walking over to the edge, hands gripped into the side of the ship, looking at the vast expanse of pure, pitch, darkness. there was nothing but stars as far as the eye could see.

niall coming over to stand next to you, he hums softly, “what’s got you so focused ? s’nothing but black out there.”

“kinda nice innit ?” you ask quietly, “the stars, the open sea, how tiny we really are in the grand scheme of things.”

“you think that’s nice ?” he asks, slightly confused. “isn’t that a bit scary ? what’s the point of it all ? we wont really make a difference anyway.”

at that, you hum, your head resting against niall’s shoulder, his arm instinctively wrapping itself around your shoulders. you never thought you’d be over the moon to be cuddled up with a pirate, but he actually made you feel comfortable, safe, a feeling that was fairly foreign for you at this point. and you were revelling in it.

“you think you won’t make a difference ?” you ask softly, turning yourself a bit more into him, “you’ve already made a huge one,” you explain. “you’ve saved me. saved my life.”

“but-“ niall furrows his eyebrows, “that’s just how my mam raised me. to be kind. s’not really making a difference in the world.”

you shake your head, humming a protest, “one person can’t change the entire world, that would be a bit of a pompous thought,” you chuckle, adding quietly, “but you’ve made a difference in my world.”

niall feels his heart burst, prickling heat shooting from his chest throughout his entire body. he buries his face in your hair, pulling you closer to him, “think you’ve made an even bigger difference in mine.”

moments before he was about to turn your face towards his, he hears it, a deep chuckle coming from behind, “looks like nialler found a treasure. gonna share with your brothers ?”

he feels you go stiff as a board next to him, feels the moment the air leaves your body, feels the panic encompassing every fibre of your being. he looks down at you, trying to convey any form of safety in his gaze, mouthing to you, “run,” before pushing you off towards the stairs.

instantly, the other man is taking off after you, bounding down the stairs two at a time, niall quickly in toe.

you just make it back to your dark and dingy secluded hideout, when a large, rough hand presses you into one of the crates in front of you, making your forehead smack down hard on the wood.

you whimper, the man’s hands closing on your hips, squeezing roughly, painfully. and just like the last time, a moment later, he’s lifted off of you, niall’s blade slicing through his neck.

niall’s catching his breath, trying to calm his nerves, as he looks down at the scene, taking the moment in for the first time, because fuck, this is not good.

he looks up at you, noting the gash on your forehead, “christ, darling, you alright ?” he asks, fingertip darting out to gently touch the wound.

you flinch back, bottom lip trembling, as you feel yourself giving out, niall quick to catch you before you fall into the sludge water, leaning heavily on him, face tucked into his neck, “i can’t do this anymore,” you cry softly. “i can’t, i can’t. i need air, i need sun, fuck,” you tremble. “m’always so scared. i just can’t anymore niall.”

he holds you tightly, heart shattering for you. you hadn’t asked for this. you were a good person. you didn’t deserve any of this. mind reeling after the events of just moments ago, niall comes up with a plan, “we’re getting off this ship.”

“what ?” you ask exhaustedly, peering up at him, every ounce of your being, drained.

“you can’t stay here anymore. s’too dangerous. and you need air. we’ll take one of the lifeboats,” he explains, before nodding towards the body, “s’the first mate. someone’s going to notice he’s missing. and m’not about to lug him all the way up to throw him overboard, someone’ll see.”

“niall, i can’t make you do that,” you sigh. “can’t make you leave the safety of the ship for me.”

he cups your neck in his large hand, his thumb stroking your jaw, eyes peering into your own, conviction in his tone, “can’t go alone, darling. i told you i’d keep you safe. couldn’t live with myself if you were out there all alone. we’re leaving. tonight.”

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I have a request, if you would write about it! If it's too sad then it's totally okay! My request is something like Y/N comes home after a super stressful day at work, she's a waitress/public servant, she's been shouted at by customers, had food thrown at her, just been the worst day possible, she comes home and throws her bag and keys/phone at the wall and just collapses on the floor into tears and starts to have a panic attack, she doesn't know Niall's home yet and he comes round the corner after hearing the noise and just comforts her and manages to get her through her panic attack and it turns into a snuggle fest😭 you're doing god's work for us Niall girlies, thank you for writing about him❤️ again if this is too uncomfortable I totally understand!

KISSES FOR YOU ANON. Thank you for requesting him🥹 This is definitely fine for me to write! I have quite a bit of a background with these kinds of things. I worked fast food for two years and I still work in customer service. It is soooooo not a cake walk. I hope this is close to what you asked for! I kind of wrote this based off of one of my worst nights at my restaurant.

Meltdown

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Summary- Y/N has a panic attack after a horrible night at work and Niall helps her through it.

Songs used- Meltdown by Niall Horan

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“Y/N, really! Clean yourself up and get back to work! If you’re not sick, you can work!”

I let out a sigh and hold back my tears as I nod, turning away from my manager.

Tonight had not been my night. What had started off as a decent 12 hour shift had turned into one of the worst nights of my life. I had been cursed at several times, a beverage was thrown on me and I just had a child throw up on me.

I sniffle and head to the bathroom to clean up, trying to hold back from throwing up myself. I take my time to clean up, trying to take deep breaths and calm down, remembering what my boyfriend had said. His smile always made my heart flutter, especially when he would talk about something he had planned.

I head out of the bathroom and I’m motioned over to a table not in my section by a man who seemed angry.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

His eyebrows furrow and he begins to shout at me.

“This is the third time my steak has been cooked wrong! Can’t you people do anything right?! I asked for it medium, this is rare!”

I bow my head and apologize multiple times.

“I’m so sorry about that sir! I’ll have your server put in for another and make sure that it is correct.”

The man shakes his head and rises from the table before turning to me.

“No, I want you to go fix this now! And I’m not gonna pay for my meal! If you can’t do that, then I want to speak to your manager! I’ll have your job!”

Biting back my tears, I nod and run off from the table with another bow. I quickly make my way through the restaurant and push the door open to the back, rushing behind it as quick as possible.

I hurry past the other staff in the kitchen and I reach the office, where my manager was waiting.

“Y/N, I really don’t know what’s going on with you today. We’ve gotten multiple complaints about you and that’s just not acceptable. Go home, the store owner will be calling you regarding your place here.”

Tears begin to swell and my eyes and I try to fight back.

“Mr. Adams-.”

He shakes his head and sighs.

“Just go home. You’ve done enough for tonight.”

I nod and wipe my tears as I grab my bag from the break area, clock out and head out to my car. As soon as I get going, the tears start to fall. I somehow manage to get home, despite my blurry vision, and I pull into the empty driveway. Without another thought, I get out, locking my car before I head inside.

I unlock the door and go inside, immediately kicking off my shoes, before closing the door and collapsing against it, letting a loud cry out. I throw my phone and my purse at the wall across from me, letting out another loud cry and a scream of frustration.

I bury my head in my hands, thoughts running through my head only causing me to cry harder. I let out a pained cough and I jump when I feel something touch my arm.

I look up to see my boyfriend, Niall, with a worried expression on his face. He crouched down to my level and places a hand on my shoulder.

“Petal, I thought you had to work late? What are you doing home?”

I can’t seem to find the words and I can only cry more, my breathing uneven as I sink deeper into what I now realized was a panic attack.

I felt so useless… Like I couldn’t do anything right. I’ve always been hardworking and I always tried my very best… Was it just not enough for anyone?

Niall sits down and pulls me into his lap, cradling me in his arms and he softly sings to me as he rocks me.

When it all melts down I'll be there

Talkin' to yourself in the bathroom

Losin' your mind in the mirror like you have to

Ooh, Ooh

Screamin' in your car in the driveway

Spinnin' out think your life's going sideways

Ooh,Ooh

One broken glass turns to total collapse

Just know this too shall pass

I'm tellin' you now, tellin' you now

Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

When it all melts down I'll be there

Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

When it all melts down I'll be there

I'm tellin' you now, tellin' you now

He continues to rock me back and forth, whispering to me and placing little kisses on my forehead.

“Niall?”

He hums softly and he looks into my eyes.

“I smell like vomit…”

He lets out a small chuckle and squeezes me tight.

“How about we fix that? A nice bath? Maybe some Chinese or Pizza? I bought more of your favorite Seagram’s when I bought groceries.”

I look up at him and I start to tear up again. I grab at his shirt, tears falling down my cheeks.

“Don’t leave? Take a bath with me?”

He smiles and nods.

“Bath then cuddles? And Kitchen Nightmares.”

He places a small kiss on my lips before he kisses my cheeks with a smile. He slowly stands up and he carries me upstairs, continuing to whisper everything I needed to hear. He never asked, but he was there… And that was all I needed in the end.

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I hope that was okay lovely! I honestly do love writing for Niall and he needs as much love as possible😭

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"this song is basically one big statement of love. You love someone so much that they could literally start a cult and you would follow it."

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augustfaultline · 2 years

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Fandom under attack! Initiate panic mode 👑

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Imagine com Niall Horan

Finally Home

N/a: Nem só de putaria vive a autora KKKKKKKKKK enfim, esse imagine ficou muuuuito curtinho, mas está tão gostosinho que eu resolvi trazer mesmo assim. Espero que gostem ❤️

Diálogo: Você pode me soltar agora / Desculpa.

Situação: !Namorado! x Niall Horan x !Namorada! x leitora.

Finalmente.

Foi essa a primeira palavra que pensei quando a assessoria de Niall divulgou a nota de agradecimento pela turnê.

Depois de longos oito meses, teria Niall ao meu alcance novamente.

Por mais que nos falássemos todos os dias por ligações e diversas mensagens, não era a mesma coisa. Eu sentia a falta do contato. De poder sentir a textura da sua pele, o cheiro do cabelo, os dedos calejados pelo violão fazendo carinho.

Sentia falta dele.

Como havíamos combinado, peguei algumas mudas de roupa e fui para o seu apartamento. Tinha a chave reserva desde que saíra mundo afora, principalmente para manter o apartamento em ordem e lhe enviar algumas coisas que havia esquecido.

Passei no mercado, comprando um monte de besteiras. Depositei os salgadinhos em potes e coloquei uma garrafa de vinho na geladeira.

A gerente de Niall me avisou que logo ele chegaria, então preparei um banho relaxante para ele. Enchendo a banheira e colocando os sais de banhos que sabia que ele gostava. Acendi uma vela de lavanda e fechei a porta do banheiro, para que tudo se mantivesse quentinho.

Não conseguia ficar parada, caminhando praticamente em círculos pelo tapete até ouvir a porta ser destrancada.

Corri em direção ao Hall, pulando em cima dele antes mesmo que soltasse a mala de mão.

— Oi, meu amor. — Murmurou com dificuldade pelo meu aperto.

Distribuí um monte de beijos por todo seu rosto e pescoço, matando apenas um pouquinho da saudade que me assolava há tantos meses. Niall soltou uma risada rouca, fazendo o seu melhor para retribuir o meu carinho, o que resultou em muitos beijos desajeitados e alguns esbarrões de narizes.

— Eu também senti a sua falta. — Ele disse, finalmente soltando a mala e me apertando em seus braços, me erguendo por um momento. — Você pode me soltar agora.

— Desculpa. — Sorri constrangida, me desprendendo dele. Niall devia estar exausto. A rotina de shows e viagens era pesada.

— Uau, o que é tudo isso? — Perguntou olhando para a mesa de centro, onde estavam as guloseimas.

— Pensei em passarmos um tempinho juntos. — Confessei. — Mas se você quiser descansar, eu entendo. Posso voltar amanhã e… — Niall revirou os olhos e me calou com um selinho.

— Não fale besteira, tudo que eu quero agora é relaxar e ficar com a minha linda namorada. — Me dirigiu um sorriso aberto, com os dentes retinhos. O que fez um arrepio subir pela minha barriga.

— Eu preparei um banho pra você. — Falei, puxando-o pelo braço em direção ao seu quarto.

— Estou me sentindo mimado. — Debochou. — Eu gosto disso. — Deixou um beijinho na parte de trás da minha cabeça.

— Então, você relaxa e eu vou para a sala escolher algo para assistirmos, okay?

— Não vai entrar comigo? — Questionou, fazendo um beicinho.

— Hoje não, amor. — Beijei seu lábio inferior. — Eu quero que você descanse, e se entrarmos juntos nessa banheira, nenhum de nós vai descansar hoje.

Mais uma vez Niall riu, e maneou a cabeça. Ele devia realmente estar cansado, já que não insistiu em sua proposta.

Mas eu não me importei. Teríamos tempo o suficiente para fazer amor quantas vezes quiséssemos durante suas férias, e agora eu queria apenas deleitar de sua presença.

Voltei para a sala, escolhendo uma das muitas séries que começamos juntos de forma remota, feliz por finalmente poder assistí-la ao seu lado.

Abri a garrafa de vinho e coloquei em um pequeno balde de gelo.

Como a casa inteira tinha aquecimento, o chão também era quentinho. Então peguei o colchão do quarto de hóspedes e o estendi em frente ao sofá. Peguei também alguns travesseiros e um edredom confortável. Baixei as luzes, deixando o ambiente mais convidativo e me sentei para esperá-lo enquanto via qualquer besteira em meu celular.

— Você pensou em tudo mesmo, hum? — Disse depois de um longo tempo.

Niall agora vestia um conjunto confortável de pijamas, seus cabelos ainda estavam úmidos e o cheiro de sua colônia se misturava ao do banho. Ele se aconchegou ao meu lado e eu servi duas taças de vinho.

Batemos as taças uma na outra, brindando silenciosamente a sua volta.

Passamos horas assim. Rindo, comendo e bebendo.

Vez ou outra, Niall fazia uma piada sobre o que se passava na série e eu simplesmente não conseguia conter meu sorriso.

Estava finalmente completa, finalmente me sentia em casa.

Niall era a minha casa.

Quando o sono começou a bater em ambos, coloquei uma música baixinha na televisão e nos deitamos no colchão, de frente um para o outro.

Niall estava com os olhos fechados, um sorriso preguiçoso nos lábios. Ele tirou uma das mãos quentinhas de debaixo do edredon, fazendo um carinho gostoso em minha bochecha.

— Senti muito a sua falta, meu amor. — Sussurrou.

— Eu também, muito mesmo. — Niall arrastou o corpo um pouco mais para a frente, beijando minha testa antes de colar a sua na minha, esfregando a pontinha do nariz no meu.

— Amo você.

— Amo você, Niall. Obrigado por voltar para casa. — Por um momento ele abriu os olhos, me encarando com o seu próprio mar azul.

— Obrigado por ser a minha casa.

Eu sorri, e me aconcheguei mais a ele.

Estávamos completos.

Estávamos em casa.

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i’m still in love with you…

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Imagine com Niall Horan

Problem

Faz tempo que não apareço por aqui, hum? Bom, espero muito que gostem desse pedido! Foi super gostoso de escrever ele! Estava com saudades!

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— Você realmente não vem? — Perguntei ainda sentindo meu coração apertado dentro do peito.

— Desculpa, linda. Você sabe que sempre que nós aparecemos juntos saem notícias por todos os cantos… — Niall suspirou do outro lado da linha.

— Antes de termos qualquer coisa, nós éramos amigos, Niall. — Engoli o bolo que se formava em minha garganta. — E você não costumava se importar com esse tipo de fofoca.

— Amor, tenta entender…

— Preciso ir. — Corto sua fala, e desligando a ligação o mais rápido que consegui.

A foto de Niall voltou a piscar em minha tela, mas apenas silenciei o aparelho. No mesmo momento, uma mensagem apareceu.

“Podemos comemorar mais tarde, só nós dois. O que acha?”

“Vou para o after party com as meninas. Se quiser mesmo comemorar, sabe onde me encontrar.”

Já fazia quase um ano que havíamos embarcado em um relacionamento de verdade. E alguns meses desde que Niall começou a ficar mais incomodado que o normal com as fofocas sobre nós.

No começo eram apenas algumas reclamações, que foram passando para “encontros secretos” e por fim, cada notícia que vinculasse o seu nome ao meu era apagada em questão de horas.

Claro, isso não acabava com os burburinhos que o fandom criava, tanto seu quanto o meu.

Nas últimas semanas, Niall parecia evitar completamente de me encontrar, até mesmo nos hotéis que costumávamos frequentar com nomes falsos.

Hoje, no show comemorativo de cinco anos da minha banda, mais uma vez, ele não está ao meu lado, mesmo sabendo o quão importante era aquela data para mim.

— Está pronta, querida? — Jeff, um dos dançarinos perguntou, colocando a cabeça para dentro do camarim. Engoli em seco mais uma vez, e vesti o meu melhor sorriso falso.

— Sempre.

O show estava incrível, a plateia acompanhava cada letra, vibrando junto com a gente a ponto de fazer o palco tremer. Por algumas horas, me concentrei totalmente em fazer aqueles que me amavam felizes, e lhes dar a melhor experiência possível. Porque eu com certeza não seria a mesma sem o amor deles.

Por mais que eu quisesse me divertir na festa, e que estivesse rodeada de amigos e artistas, era inevitável sentir falta do meu namorado.

E, quando os drinks começaram a entrar na equação, o resultado foi uma S/N com vontade de chorar quase incontrolável.

— S/A! — Uma voz conhecida me fez sair do meu próprio mundo.

— Harry! — Sorri abertamente para o meu amigo, que segurava um copo cheio de uma bebida cor de rosa. — Não acredito que deu uma pausa nas suas férias para vir! — Me joguei em seus braços, sendo recebida de bom grado e com uma risada sonora.

— Eu não perderia sua comemoração por nada! Parabéns pelos cinco anos da banda, sun, espero que venham muitos pela frente.

— Obrigado. — Resmunguei, apertando-o ainda mais no abraço. Um dos pontos negativos da bebida e da ausência do meu namorado era a carência.

Conheci Harry em um evento beneficente que nossa agência promoveu, há quase quatro anos atrás. O fato de Niall e eu virarmos amigos quase instantaneamente me aproximou do inglês também. E por ser uma das poucas pessoas que sabia da nossa real situação, Harry às vezes acabava servindo como confidente e terapeuta.

Sua presença definitivamente melhorou a noite. Fazendo as suas piores piadas e dançando de forma completamente desajeitada ele me arrancou gargalhadas de verdade, que há algum tempo eu não conseguia dar.

E no fim da noite, fez questão de me deixar em casa.

Entrei no apartamento escuro cambaleando, e estranhando o fato da televisão estar ligada. Meu coração deu um salto enorme quando vi o moreno sentado no meu sofá, com os braços cruzados e uma expressão péssima no rosto lindo.

— Como entrou aqui? — Perguntei ainda nervosa.

— A senha da fechadura é o meu aniversário. — Niall disse sem tirar os olhos da televisão.

— E o que veio fazer? — Falei soltando minha bolsa sobre o sofá.

— Você por acaso sabe que horas são? — Sua voz estava baixa, e ele parecia tentar controlar a raiva. Sem muito sucesso.

— Não faço a mínima ideia. — Dei um sorriso irônico.

— A festa estava boa?

— Ótima. — Niall soltou o ar pelo nariz, empurrando a língua pela bochecha.

— Tem fotos suas e do Harry por toda a parte, sabia? — Disse se levantando e enfiando as mãos na calça jeans solta.

— Melhor com ele do que com você, não é?

— O que você disse? — Falou entre dentes.

— Exatamente o que você ouviu. — Cruzei meus braços sobre o peito, sentindo a raiva emanar. — Melhor existirem fotos com outras pessoas do que com você.

— Não acredito que você está dizendo isso.

— Não é exatamente o que você acha? — Ergui as sobrancelhas, na minha expressão mais debochada. — Se você tem vergonha de aparecer comigo, Niall, outras pessoas não tem. — Despejei o pensamento que me assombrava.

— Vergonha? Acha que eu tenho vergonha de você? — Disse incrédulo.

— O que mais seria? — Dei de ombros, já sentindo meus olhos marejarem. — Você faz o maior esforço para que ninguém nos veja a quilômetros de distância.

— Eu só não quero que ninguém se meta entre nós.

— Isso não era um problema antes.

— Antes era diferente.

— Talvez antes fosse melhor. — Sussurrei, sentindo as lágrimas queimarem as minhas bochechas.

— É o que você acha?

— É o que parece, Niall. Se você está tão preocupado que a sua imagem seja vinculada á minha a ponto de faltar em um momento tão importante pra mim, podemos voltar ao que éramos.

— Você quer terminar?

— Não. — Digo sem conseguir conter meu soluço. — Eu só não aguento mais essa situação. Eu não sou uma criminosa pra me esconder toda vez que vou ver o meu namorado. Não estamos fazendo nada errado, Niall. — Passei o punho pelas bochechas.

— Amor…

— Não me chame assim. — Pedi. — Parece mentira quando sai da sua boca.

— Eu amo você, sabe disso.

— Sei mesmo, Niall? Porque parece que não. Às vezes parece que você não queria sequer ter me conhecido.

— S/N!

— Às vezes parece que você se arrepende de ter começado tudo isso. — Continuei jogando todas as coisas que me machucavam sobre ele.

— Você sabe que isso não é verdade.

— Sinceramente? Eu não sei de mais nada. — Funguei. — Eu preciso descansar, por favor, vá embora.

— Nós precisamos conversar.

— Não estou em condições agora. — Falei, indo em direção ao meu quarto.

Sentei na cama, me sentindo horrível quando ouvi a porta bater. Por alguns minutos imaginei que Niall fosse voltar e tentar resolver tudo.

Mas não.

Ele realmente foi embora, depois de ouvir todas as minhas mágoas.

Como se eu não fosse nada, Niall foi embora.

Sem nem mesmo tirar a maquiagem ou o vestido de festa, me cobri com o edredom e chorei até conseguir dormir.

Acordei sentindo uma dor horrível em minha cabeça.

Peguei meu celular jogado ao meu lado na cama e disquei o numero da minha assessora, sabendo que a internet deveria estar em polvorosa com fotos minhas e de Harry.

— Lisa, bom dia. — Resmunguei. — por favor, divulgue uma nota falando que Harry e eu somos apenas amigos.

— Acho que isso não será necessário, querida.

— Não? — Falei confusa.

— Abra o instagram. — Ela disse logo antes de desligar.

Ainda mais confusa, obedeci.

A primeira postagem me fez sentar na cama, completamente em choque.

Fotos minhas e de Niall por todo o lado. De momentos que antes eram só nossos. Nossa primeira viagem, a primeira vez que fomos ao cinema, uma noite em que compomos juntos.

Abri a legenda do instagram de fofocas, sentindo meu coração bater ainda mais forte que o normal, causando mais desconforto em minha cabeça.

“Durante a madrugada desta sexta feira (29), o cantor Niall Horan deixou a internet completamente chocada ao revelar seu relacionamento de mais de um ano com a também cantora S/N/C! “Meu lugar no mundo, musa de todas as minhas músicas, dona de todos os meus sonhos” foram as palavras que ele escolheu ao compartilhar fotos de momentos dos dois”

— Você acordou. — A voz de Niall me assustou. Na porta do quarto, ele sorria enquanto segurava um copo de água e uma embalagem de aspirina. — Aqui, acho que você está precisando disso. — Me ofereceu.

— Você divulgou nosso namoro? — Perguntei antes de tomar o remédio.

— Eu pensei muito nas coisas que você disse ontem. — Falou, sentando ao meu lado. — E você está certa, não estamos fazendo nada de errado. — Acariciou minha bochecha. — Me desculpe por tudo isso, linda, eu não fazia ideia que você se sentia daquela forma.

— Me desculpe por ontem, eu bebi demais. — Resmunguei, envergonhada.

— Você estava certa. — Sorriu. — Eu fiz café para você. — Fez menção de se levantar, mas eu puxei seu braço, fazendo com que voltasse a sentar.

— Você realmente não se importa de que todos saibam?

— Eu entendi que quero que o mundo inteiro saiba que eu te amo. — Sorriu, causando um solavanco no meu coração. — E que você não está disponível por aí. — Revirou os olhos.

— Ah… então foi ciúmes? — Provoquei, fazendo-o rir.

— Vem tomar seu café logo, antes que eu me arrependa. — Piscou um olhos.

— Não quero levantar. — Falei manhosa, erguendo os braços em um pedido silencioso para que ele me carregasse.

— Você é um bebê grande. — Reclamou, me erguendo em seus braços.

— Que pena para você, está comprometido oficialmente com essa bebê aqui. — Ri, deixando um beijo em sua bochecha.

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