Let's Play Pretend [Niall Horan AU]

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OKAY WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE BRITS

The show started at 11 in the night for me and I watched it until 1:30 like-
But a couple things:

DUA LIPA'S PERFORMANCE GOT ME FEELIN THINGS. SHES SO PRETTY WHAT-

TAYLOR SWIFT AND HER DRESS- I'd happily die for the woman.

And my little bean, HARRY MOTHEREFFING STYLES

I DIDNT EVEN KNOW HE WAS THERE LIKE???

AND HIS SUIT? HIS HAIR? HIS HANDBAG???? The man is just-

Holy shit I'm in love.

His brown suit literally looks so good and I'm just in love.

No but honestly, I'm like in shock. The guy literally was filming a movie but somehow he found time to get suited up the and attend the brits and that's just- wow.

OKAY IM DONE, YOU CAN MOVE ON HAHAH

A

It was four in the morning and my phone was ringing over and over again. I assumed they'd stop calling after the first time and ignore it, even silence it. But they called so many times for me to be bothered by the vibrations too. I sat up, completely annoyed with whoever wanted to wake me up at four in the morning.

"What?" I spat into the phone angrily.

"Lexaaa," Niall's drunk voice floated through my phone.

"Niall. Let me sleep," I said, falling back on my bed. Out of absolutely no where, I heard little sniffles on the other side, alarming me. I hate that I reacted that way but he's out there crying. How can I just... simply sit here and watch?

Fuck, I'm too soft for this heartless bitch.

"Niall? Why're you crying?" I asked.

"Everybody just leaves me. Nobody likes me. Nobody loves me. I'm so fucking worthless," he cried, his words slurred from being inebriated. My heart actually hurt for him.

Fuck you, Niall. Fuck you for making me feel things for you, dickhead.

"Niall... No. No you're not worthless. Don't say that," I sighed, an evident frown on my face.

"But I am Lexa. I'm so fucking stubborn. So hard to love," he said. I had a hard time decipher what he was saying.

"No you're not. You're drunk. What did you drink? How much did you have to drink?" I asked.

"JD," he mumbled. "A bottle."

"Jesus Christ. Wait, don't do anything, I'm coming over," I said, ending the call. I was worried he's going to do some stupid shit like last time. He might make me want to kill him but I don't actually want him dead. I drove down to Niall's place and, as usual, the door was unlocked. I found Niall still drinking at fucking four thirty in the morning.

"Niall put it away right fucking now or I swear to god I'll break the bottle," I said strictly. He pushed the bottle away from him, which went over the counter and smashed on the kitchen floor anyway. I sighed, so fucking done with his destructive behaviour.

"Come on. Let's get you to bed," I said, throwing his arm over my shoulder as I hauled his ass to his bedroom. He fell back on the bed and I was about to leave the room when he started whimpering quietly.

"Why are you crying Niall?" I asked, sitting beside him.

"You hate me. You fucking hate me. Everyone hates me," he said repeatedly.