My Imagines Go In One Direction

Hey guys I'm going to start doing some one shots so could you please leave your name, the 1d boy you would like, hair colour, eye colour and age thanks Taylor and if you could please favourite and like!

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3. Niall for Isabel

I tie my brown hair up in a tight pony-tail, getting ready for bed. I'm wearing my bleach-stained sweat pants and an old tank-top. My classic pajamas. As I wipe my face clean of my make up, my finger slips and pokes my eye. Some people might think that I was overreacting when I screamed and started crying.

It's the eve of my birthday, but I don't feel like celebrating. I think about my past birthdays. Chasing Niall with silly-string, throwing cake at each other, and being surprised with flowers at my front door. For the first time in two months, I smile. Then I start crying again, this time because i know that I'll never have another memory like that with him ever again. While I'm sitting here, crying, he's off, having a perfect life with his new girlfriend. If there even is one. He told me there was someone else, but I guess they haven't gone public. I don't understand why, though. He was always so open to public about our relationship. Most of his fans know the story about how we met so well, they can vividly see it in their minds. I don't know why he didn't just announce his new girlfriend on the same interview he announced our break up. I remember that short conversation perfectly.

"So Niall, how's Isabel?" Charlie Locke asked. The worst possible interviewer for a moment like this. Everyone watches his show, Locke's Time, and I mean everyone.

"Well, the last time I saw her, we broke up," Niall Horan announced. The girls in the audience had mixed emotions. They were happy that they now have a chance at the Nialler, but at the same time upset. Everyone thought were perfect for each other. They said that the way Niall smiles when we're together is priceless. It's a smile that wouldn't exist if it wasn't for me. No one has seen that smile for a couple months. "Neither of us were happy about it." I never really understood why he said that. After all, it was his decision to break up. If he wasn't happy about it, the why did he do it in the first place?

Still crying, I lay on my bed and listen to music. Not just any music. One Direction. Why do I keep torturing myself? I think. He's not coming back. I try to clear my head of all thoughts of him. I check my phone. One text, and it's from my cousin up north.
"Happy Birthday! I love you and wish I could be in Orlando with you! Miss you!"
She moved away years ago to go to collage in New York. I miss her. I could talk to her about anything, and she understood even the most ridiculous things. I send back a short thank you and decide to go to sleep. I turn off the music and lights, holding in my tears, and slowly deft off to sleep.
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"Isabel! Chocolate-chip waffles!" Mum calls from the kitchen.

I try to look happy, eager even. I walk out into our kitchen, grab a plate, pile five waffles on, and drown them in syrup. Even something as simple as this reminds me of Niall. He always liked my appetite. It's then that I realize I've become one of those girls. The ones who can't get over their ex-boyfriends, but I can't help it. I love him. I replay those words over and over in my head. Do I really love him? What has happened to me? I went from the happiest person on Earth to the saddest. I try to distract myself from these thoughts, wanting to go one day without crying.

"Hey, Mum. What are we doing today?" I ask.

"That's up to you. Do you have any ideas?" she replies.

"Well, unless you made plans, I was just gonna hang out. You know? I don't feel like going out today."

"If that's what you want." She leaves the room and I eat alone, in silence. So much for a distraction.

Later, I'm sitting on my couch watching T.V. and I hear my doorbell ring. I answer it expecting a friend, and there he is. I stand there in a deep gaze. Is this real?

"Hi," says Niall. He's hold a bouquet of flowers. They're almost identical to the ones he bought me for my birthday three years ago. It was our first year of dating.

I shut the door in his face. He broke my heart, and how could I trust him again? I don't want to talk to anyone I can't trust. A minute or two later, Zayn shows up at my door.

"What are you guys doing here?" I ask trying not to have the wrong tone of voice. Zayn is my friend and I want him to know that.

"He knew you'd do that, so he made me come," he replies.

"So he thinks if he can't solve a problem himself, you'd solve it for him?"

"No. He brought me along because he knows you'll listen to me."

"Well, I'm listening."

"He knows he broke your heart. He knows he screwed up." Zayn pauses to wait for my response, but I just keep listening. "He just wants you back. He misses you. He…" Zayn pauses in deep thought. "Niall loves you, Isabel."

"And he thinks that showing up at my door step with some flowers is gonna fix everything and we're just going to go back to the way it was before? If he really loves me then he has to show me. He has to prove to me that he won't hurt me again."

"And he will. You just have to listen to him."

"Okay…" This is all so hard to believe.

"Niall," Zayn turns around and sits on the curb in front of my house.

Niall walks up to the door, still holding the flowers. "Isabel" you could tell he was apologetic. "I'm sorry. I lied. There was nobody else. I just told you that so you didn't feel like anything was wrong with you. I don't want you ever feeling that way, because you're perfect." I could feel my facial expression softening. "I love you, Isabel. More than anything else in the entire world. I'd die for you, Isabel."

"So… Why?" I ask. "Why did you leave me? Do realize what this has done to me? How am I supposed to know that this won't happen again?"

"Isabel, I left because I felt like my busy life was too much for you. I didn't want you stuck in a relationship where the only time we can see each other is over Skype. I wanted you to be happy, not miserable because you never get to see me."

"If I wasn't happy, I would've left a long time ago. I love you and I would never leave you, no matter how busy you are."

"That means so much to me." We stare into each other's eyes for a little while. "Baby, I know I've hurt you, but I promise it'll never happen again."

"I don't know if I can believe you."

"You'll just have to trust me."

"Can I?"

"What if I asked you to marry me? Would you trust me then?"

"Are… Are you serious?" I have the hugest smile on my face.

"I've never been more serious in my entire life."

"Isabel, will you do me the honours of becoming my wife" Niall asked.

"Yes" and with that you kissed him passionately on lips.

Hope you like it Isabel!
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