As much as Finley hated to admit it, Niall was a boy-toy. He definitely liked talking to other girls and getting attention from them in the worst possible times.
"Hello ladies." Niall mistakenly said whilst drunk.
Irish people loved their whiskey, there was no doubt about it.
The girls all loved Niall, due to him having possibly the cutest accent they had ever heard. Brit women think Irish men are great because they definitely can hold down their own fortress.
"Niall, I am so sick and tired of you falling in love with every girl you meet!" Finley screamed.
"Fin, I'm really tired of ya gettin' on to me. Just go with the flow," Niall shook his head and left.
Over the course of three years, Finley and Niall tried to date other people. Eventually, they would always come back to each other. After all, they had been there for each other since they were teenagers.
"What we have is a great love. No matter what we do and how much we fight, it'll always pull us in."
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Heartbreak [zjm]
Fanfiction“He was a masterpiece, not in the way he looked, or the way he acted, but his mere existence was art itself.” /or/ A story of two Business-driven teenagers fall in love with just a scent of axe cologne and roses. #Wattys2015
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