Miserable
Niall Horan Imagine
N I A L L I was worried. Don't get me wrong I love her, and I love her ideas. But she gets overexcited and a little too much when planning things out. She always feels like you need to go all out when it's someone's birthday or a special event. I never was someone that liked to celebrate my birthday. I never enjoyed parties or having them thrown for me. I rather just lay around and enjoy the company of a few friends or just a loved one. No matter how much I protested and begged Crisol to not plan anything to not do anything and just let me do nothing. But as I'm piled in a car with a group of friends as they all laughed and talked about what was planned. No matter how much I had protested I was still going to be dragged out. I leaned my head against the car window. Breathing heavily as my fingers would draw small circles in the fog on the window from my hot breath. Sighing I had started to regret being born. As we arrived at where ever she had decided to pay a shit ton of money to rent out. I just stay seated on the passenger side as everyone exits the car. I don't want to move. I don't want to proceed with the fake behavior of loving every minute of what will happen. I want to go home. I want to celebrate with a 6-pack of beer and a good game. Not this. Never this. "Niall, you coming?" Crisol asked as she opened the driver door sticking her head in looking at me. "I suppose" I groan. I remove my head from the window as I run my hand through my dark brown hair. Thankful that the blonde phase was far behind me. My fingers scratch at the scruff placed along my jaw line. I have been debating to shave it or not. As I leave the car the sound I remember as a child rings through my ears. She didn't, why would she? As my eyes squinted from the bright ass sunlight, I decided to step closer in hopes to see that maybe she hadn't brought mine to the area I believed we were. But as my eyes adjust. Fuck she did, she brought me to a damn Carnival. My face stays scrunched in disgust as I head to where everyone stands. Crisol as she jumps up and down with excitement. "You finally exited the car!" Louis shouted as he looked at me with a smile. "Did you finish your damn pity party?" I flipped him off before having my hand pulled down to soon be interlocked with Crisol's. We walked around the dreaded area. I tried to smile I tried to have fun but there was no such thing as fun at a carnival. The only thing you achieve at this types of things is food poisoning. And believe me, that is something I wasn't interested in achieving. I watched as the lads had fun, but Crisol stayed by my side. Her hand soon left mine as she crossed her arms across her chest. She was mad. But she had no right to be mad. "Go have fun" I mutter to her as I nudged her with my elbow. "No" her voice was stern as she just stood there watching as Harry begged Louis to win him this bear that he swore he had to have. I smiled slightly as Louis groaned giving into his puppy dog eyes. I didn't want Crisol to be mad at me. I wanted her to be happy and not have a bad time because I hate this whole thing. So being the good boyfriend I am I decided to walk up to one of those weak and rigged booths in hope to win her something that will turn her frown upside down. As she wasn't cute when she frowned. Approaching the booth the sourpuss followed me. The guy was too happy as she instructed me on what I had to do to win, win a cheap dollar store looking prize. I nod letting him know I was ready. I grabbed the ball in my hand. Soon placing my other hand on top. This was going to be easy. Miss. Miss. Miss. Anger had coursed through me. I was angry. I had to win this for her. The guy who worked the booth tried not to laugh at me as the lads who surrounded me did. I was annoyed. How was this so hard? I had two balls left I decided to try tossing again but then all whips past the top bottle barely moving it. I layer my head on the counter in defeat. The sound of clutter grabs my attention as Crisol stood there smiling as the man handed her a medium sized blue bear. "Good try" Crisol smiled as she squeezed her bear. "I appreciate the attempt." She raised up and kissed my cheek. I huffed kicking the rocks at my feet as we proceed to leave the Carnival. As we walked out of the horrid place Harry continues to mock me as he figured he could have knocked those bottles over if he tried. Getting annoyed with his annoying behavior. I walked over and grabbed his bright pink bear tossing it in a nearby puddle. Walking away from everyone I heard Harry whine to Louis about how his bear was ruined.
