One Direction Imagines (Not making anymore :( sorry)

Sorry guys, I am completely out of ideas. My brain is fried I apologize to all of you people who I said I was doing one for. You can still read the ones I have done.


17. You are hurt by a fan (Niall)


Walking around the crowded city streets of London, you feel Niall’s fingers intertwine with yours. You lean your head on his shoulder as you walk lazily across the sidewalk. There are paparazzi everywhere but neither of you care; you just make your way through them, smiling and waving politely. Niall made your relationship very public when he announced to the world that he loves you at an interview. You walk blissfully down the street, happily in each others company.

“Can I please get an autograph?” two girls ask after they ran up to him. “Can I get one from you too, I’m a huge fan.” She said looking at you; completely flattered you sign her t-shirt. A second later you feel a tap on your shoulder; you turn around and instantly feel something pierce your skin. You look down in pain and see the girl in front of you holding a knife that is dug deep into your stomach. She pulls it out, and runs away quickly. You fall onto Niall, and hold your bleeding wound.

“Niall.” you say before you fall to the ground. Your voice constricted in pain.

“(Y/N)!” he yelled your name, and then fell on his knees next to you. He lifts up your hand and sees all the blood, and then quickly presses his hand against it. Those two girls are still standing there terrified at the sight of you. Niall looks up at them. “Call the police, and an ambulance.” He then directs his attention towards the paparazzi who are taking pictures of you. You are slowly fading, and it is getting harder to hear. Your vision is going foggy. You see Niall yelling at the paparazzi, and you reach up, and lay your hand on his cheek to get his attention.

“It’s okay.” You tell him. “Just look at me, don’t let go of my hand.” You squint your eyes in pain. He is crying now, and you can feel his tears fall onto your skin. His hand is still pushed against your deep cut.

“I love you so much, don’t worry everything will be alright.” He wipes the tears off of your face, and kisses you. Then you close your eyes, the last thing you feel is his soft lips against your forehead. You wake up again in the back of an ambulance.

“We have her.” The paramedic said formally; taking his hands off of your chest. You move your finger over the temperary bandange on the stab wound, and then you feel someone else’s hand touch yours. You look up to see Niall. He had blood smudged on his cheek, and tears stains running down his face. He was looking at the paramedic worriedly; unaware that you are awake.

“Am I alive?” you ask him clueless, and barely audible.

"She is conscious, give me the morphine." The paramedic said; ignoring your question. You feel Niall run his fingers through your hair, and then he took your hand as the paramedic slipped a needle into your skin. Moments later you fall asleep again.

“(Y/N), wake up. Pwease, for me.” You feel a tickle on your nose, and your eyes flutter open and you find an extra smiley Niall gliding his finger across your nose. “Thank you for waking up. I have good news for you.” He says excitedly. You don’t say anything, just look at him curiously. “The police found the girl that hurt you. She is going to jail for a long time.” A smile creeps over your sullen face.

“Why did she do it?” you ask him tiredly as you rub your fingers along the stitches. He takes your hand away from the wound.

“Don’t touch it, you could get infected.” He said playing with your fingers. “Are you sure you want to know?” he asks you suddenly serious. You nod. “She just didn’t like that I was dating you.” Your face sinks into a frown. “I love you no matter what.” He leans over you and kisses you smoothly on the lips.

“I love you too. How long have you been here?”

“I stayed while you were in surgery yesterday, and then today the police came and told me what happened. I decided I have waited long enough for you, so I woke you up.” You sit up, but it hurts your stomach. “Don’t move, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He said a little panicky.

“Can you get me some water?” you ask him sweetly. He nods, and then walks into the bathroom of your hospital room. You pull the covers from your body, and look at the long line of stitches across your stomach. You take a deep breath, and roll your head back at the think of the hideous scare that will be there. Niall comes back out and hands you a glass of water. He sees that you are frustrated, and he walks back over to you.

“You will always be beautiful to me.” he said kissing your stomach.

“Not if I have a huge scar across my stomach.” You say with a frustrated groan.

“It’s a battle scar, and I love It.” he kisses your stomach again.

“I love you.” You tell him as you run your fingers through his hair. His kisses move up your stomach until he reaches your neck. He lifts his lips from your sensitive skin, and he looks into your eyes.

“I love you too.” He leans down and kisses you passionately on the lips.

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