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!


12. Niall for Selena

Selena didn’t get a lot of visitors, but obviously, if one were to come around, it would be when she was red-faced and dirty from doing that once-every-sixty-years cleaning. It was a tiny apartment, but that never stopped a girl from going Grey Gardens on this place.

Someone knocked. Glad to have an excuse to take a break, Selena rushed to the door and regretted not checking the mirror when she found Niall Horan standing outside. He wore a white shirt, jeans and sneakers, and had a just-showered smell about him. Selena mentally kicked herself for being able to gather all these details in seconds. She brushed her cheek, a silly attempt to make herself presentable.

Niall grinned. “Hey. You’ve got –“ he gestured to her cheek.

She leaned away from his touch, but immediately said “I’m sorry.” She didn’t want to be mean. That’s not to say that she didn’t want to yell at him and maybe chuck a few shoes in his general direction, but she didn’t want to be mean to him. She never did.

Selena paused, took a deep breath, and opened the door wider to let him in. “I was, um, the whole place was – well you know how it looks like,” she said without any idea what she was talking about. She finally caught her reflection and saw the grey streak that Niall pointed out earlier. “I’m going to wash up…” she said, glancing at Niall again because she couldn’t help it. She thought about how soft his hair probably was right now.

“You look fine, you –“ he started to say, but she cut him off.

“Oh shut up Horan,” she said, practically running the bathroom to stop that train of thought. She cuffed the sleeves of her shirt and knotted it at the back to keep it from getting wet.

He was just being nice; Niall was always a sweet and charming jerk. He made her laugh all the time with jokes he picked up from the boys or stuff he made up himself; he got into silly discussions with her about what you can and cannot put in a bowl of spaghetti. They had this routine where he’d whine about feeling horrible, and if she would only kiss him everything would be ok again, and she would act like it’s the last thing she wanted to do, but she always gave him one in the end.

People said he was an adorable, cheerful guy, and he was. You want to be around him because he was easy-going and he wasn’t bothered by stuff that would make most people upset. If Niall can do anything to make you smile, he’ll do it.

Knowing these things about him made it very hard for Selena to see his other side – how frustrated he gets because people just assume they can walk all over him and he’ll be fine with everything, and how quiet and distant he gets when something or someone succeeded in pissing him off. Then he would be traveling and there would be days when she wouldn’t hear from him. When he’s finally back, sometimes it seemed like everyone knew about it before she did.

It had been months since their last conversation, and as much as she’d rather forget about it, Selena found herself thinking about it too often. It took her a few weeks to understand how this – being apart, existing outside his life, returning to that familiar loneliness – was inevitable given how things were going during the last days they were together. He was busy and tired; she was scared and insecure.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you have absolutely nothing in your kitchen!” He shouted from outside.

She heard him shuffling about outside and wondered what he was up to and more importantly, why he showed up at all.

Whenever she thought about what it would be like when she finally saw him again, and she'd done a lot of thinking since, she definitely did not picture herself wearing an old shirt and sweats and having a greasy forehead. Now she couldn’t do anything about the comfortable as they were unattractive get up because he already saw her, but she could at least wash her face.

He must have heard her open the door because he spoke again. “Why don’t we get something to eat?”

She heard water running and was back in the kitchen a few seconds earlier than intended. “I don’t know Ni—what are you doing?” she said standing next to him. She knew what he was doing – scrubbing the kitchen counter.

“Making mashed potatoes. What does it look like I’m doing?” He said without stopping.

Niall Horan and his food references. “I know what that is, obviously. What I want to know is, why…” She realized she wasn’t asking about the kitchen counter.

“I was wondering if we could go out,” Niall said, leaning an arm against the counter. “If you know, if you wanted to,” he added carefully.

She tried not to look at him because being in the same room made it hard to think and then he had to pick up that stupid scrub and – oh boy the front of his shirt is now wet, isn’t it? --- and he looks like he had been doing the same chore yesterday and the day before that.

“But you weren’t.” She said aloud.


“You weren’t hanging out in my kitchen yesterday. Or last week. Or last month,” she bit her lip. “And I don’t blame you Ni. I understand why you weren’t here,” Selen exhaled. “I’m trying to be cool about this but as you can see, given my choice of wardrobe today I’m the exact opposite of fabulous and…” She was blabbering. “Why are you here?”

He gave her a long look and she finally had to look away first because she didn’t want him reading her and proving he knew her too well. “SeIena, am here to apologise for letting you walk out. For all those times I called and hung up before you answered. For being an all-around idiot.”

“You’re not—“

“And I’m helping you clean so you can finish up and have no excuse not to go out with me,” he said, going back to cleaning. “After which I plan to say how sorry I am a few more times. Preferably over dinner.”

God forbid this boy starves. “And you thought you’d just come over and I’d be here doing nothing?”

His eyes were doing that twinkly thing that made Selena want to forgive him. “I had to see if that Irish luck would be of any use one of these days.”

And now he was playing the Irish card. “And how do you like your chances?”

“Think they’re pretty good. I mean, you’re at least talking to me. And you didn’t yell. Or threaten to throw a shoe at me.” He went back to cleaning.

“Or I haven’t started doing those things yet,” she pointed out.

He shrugged. “I’m just saying I liked my chances soon as you opened the door.”

“Because I let you come in?”

He turned to her again. “Because those are mine,” he smiled, gesturing to her clothes. “So, dinner?”

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