Niall Horan Imagine For @shannelbrinley
I walked briskly in the cold, December Ireland night, eager to get home to my boyfriend, Niall. As I walked, I noticed a group of men walking behind me, getting closer and closer with every step. Quickening my pace, I pulled out my phone and called Niall.
"Hey, Shannel! Are you on the way home?" He answered.
"Yes, but Niall, some guys are following me. They're getting closer. Niall, I'm scared." I said, and I heard crashing in the background of wherever Niall was.
"Okay, stay calm. I'll be right there." He said, followed by the sound of his car starting and him hanging up.
"Crap." I muttered still quickening my pace. I hadn't had the chance to tell him where I was.
"Hey," came a deep, scraggly voice behind me, and there was suddenly arms around my waist. I screamed, kicking back with my heeled boot and hitting him in the you know what. He dropped me, crying out in pain, and I landed on the side of my foot, causing pain to shoot up my ankle. I took off at a run, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in my ankle, but my escape was short lived as seconds later I was knocked to the ground and a foot connected with my side. Screaming again, I caught sight of a pair of headlights in the distance. From my place on the ground, I watched Niall jump out of his car, run towards me and punch the guy kicking me, hard. Apparently the two men didn't find me interesting enough to actually take me, or maybe they were frightened by Niall, I don't know, but they both ran.
"Niall." I breathed as he helped me sit up and wrapped his arms firmly around me.
"Shannel, are you okay?" He asked, lifting me into the car.
"I don't know." I replied.
"How's that?" Niall asked from the floor in front of me where I sat on the counter once he'd wrapped my swelling, purple ankle.
"Better." I said, holding a bag of ice to my bruised side.
"Shannel?" He asked, and then looked down at his lap, face red. "Will you marry me?" He pulled a gorgeous diamond ring out of his pocket and looked up at me, eyes filled with hope. I gasped, smiling.
"Of course!" I cried, and he stood up, sliding the ring onto my finger.
"I was going to ask you when you got home... Had a fancy dinner planned..." He said, gesturing to the unlit candles, half cooked spaghetti and rose petals strewn about.
"It's okay, Niall. This was perfect." I said, and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
I wrote this in the ER with my brother. He cut his hand on a broken window if you didn't see my set on my personal.... He's okay, by the way.
Les Balises (:
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