Let's Play Pretend [Niall Horan AU]

• 26

A

"Martin," I pursed my lips, looking at him. He was a tall boy with pretty black hair and contrasting blue eyes. Obviously his blue eyes was nothing compared to Niall's.

"How are you?" He asked, trying to hug me. I put my hand up to my chest, trying to avoid any kind of contact with this sorry excuse of a man.

"Excuse me, mister," Niall said from behind me.

"Who are you?" Martin asked, his arms going around my waist and tightening his hold on me.

What in the fucking alpha male bullshit is this?

"Her fiancé. Would you mind letting her go?" Niall asked, looking stern.

"It's just PR, I know. Stop overreacting," Martin said nonchalantly.

"And that's why I'm in her hometown with no paparazzi around and going on dates with her and attending mass with her. Sure," Niall rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Babe? Him? Really? He's like the biggest fucking dickhead," he said. I pushed out of his grasp and stood next to Niall, who wrapped his arms around me gently, as one should.

"He's a dickhead? So you're not? You broke up with me because I was too poor for you and your status. So what should I call you? Actually I should blame myself for ever thinking you had an ounce of good in you. And just for your fucking knowledge, Niall treats me better than you ever would, fucking asshole. Never talk to me again," I spat angrily.

"Don't worry, mate. I'll treat her good for you," Niall smiled sarcastically. We walked away from a flabbergasted Martin and quickly broke out in laughter.

"You should've seen his face," I chortled at the look on his face before we left.

"Fuck he looked so defeated," Niall laughed boisterously.

"Phew well as long as he doesn't fucking bother me," I shook my head.

"What really happened between you two?" He asked.

"Your typical dickhead boyfriend. He asked me out when I was fifteen and we 'dated' for a year and a half. He never took me out on dates, never told his friends I was his girlfriend, treated me like scum. He still was my first kiss and the person I gave my virginity to. The guy was a right dickhead though. After we had sex the first time, that was all he ever did with me. He didn't even care about my pleasure and shit. He just needed a release and I was it for him," I said and I watched Niall's eyes go wide.

"Yeah and like a day after my seventeenth birthday he broke up with me in front of the whole school," I said.

"He really destroyed my confidence and it took me a while to build it back up. It's one reason why I'm so apprehensive of relationships," I shook my head.

"What did he say to you?" He asked.

"It's a little heavy. Want to hear?" I asked and he nodded.

"If you're willing to share," he said.

"Told me that I was too poor for him, I didn't deserve him, that I was exploiting him for his money, that I would go no where with a stupid and useless dream like mine, that no one would care about me, no one would love me-," I was cut off by Niall wrapping his arm around my waist. I exhaled onto his shirt and let him hold me. My arms went around his neck, taking comfort in his hug.

"I hope you know none of that is true. He's a proper dickhead for ever measuring your worth by your money. I've known you for like three months now and you're by far the nicest person I've met. You give more than you take. I don't know shit about love but I'm sure there's a guy out there who was made to love you. Just because a dickhead wanted to be a dickhead don't give up on love. If anything you deserve all the love and more," He said.