⁠☞ narry one-shots

✎traitor

a/n : NO TRIGGER WARNINGS, NO WEIRD HORSE FICS, JUST NORMAL RELATIONSHIP PROBLEMSSS

are you proud of me?

Niall's pov :

I sat restlessly on the kitchen counter, checking my watch every few minutes.

The sky had dimmed into a murky black and speckles of stars had splattered themselves everywhere.

The yellowing light of the kitchen washed over the blackness of the night.

I twisted my fingers together and bounced my leg impatiently.

One more glance at the time. 1:00 am.

Where was he?

CLICK.

I startled at the sudden noise of keys turning in the front door.

Immediately I sprang to my feet and sighed in relief as my boyfriend emerged from the doorway, hair ruffled and face flushed.

He gave me a quick nod while slowly hanging his coat on the hook and stepping out of his shoes.

What the fuck? I spend 5 hours waiting in worry for him and all he can do is spare a nod?!

"Harry," I croak, finally finding my voice, "Where were you?"

He wordlessly brushes past me into the living and I hurry after him desperately.

He slowly lowers into one of the couches and I sit on the one facing him.

Silence.

"Harry?" I try again.

He just stared stony faced and gray at me, emotionless.

Why wasn't he answering me?

"Harry! You better fucking answer me!"

Suddenly, his eyes flash with guilt.

That was all I needed to know.

"I'm sorry Niall," he mumbled.

I stay quiet, anger building up inside me.

"I-it was a mistake," his voice shakes with emotion.

Finally, his apathetic cocky armour was broken.

Good for nothing twat.

"How long?" My voice was hard and cold.

"6 months," he choked on a sob and I just stared at him with disgust.

No way to sugarcoat it, I guess.

"P-please don't look at me like that," Harry whimpered, his his eyes cloudy.

This dumb fuck.

"How else do you want me to look at you like? Like you just proposed to me and we were going to get married at Disneyland?" I scoffed sarcastically, rising from my seat and storming into the kitchen.

I could feel his presence like a shadow behind me.

"Niall, baby, I can explain?" He corners me in between the fridge and wall.

I chuckled bitterly, "Explain what, big boy? How you cheated on me? Are you gonna explain to me how you fucked someone else? Were you top or bottom? Did he call you Daddy too or did you handcuff him to a lamppost or something and fuck him in the middle of the street?"

He froze, stricken, eyes wide and watery.

Fucker.

"I should've known," I smiled sourly at him, "That the great Harry Styles would get tired of his measly boyfriend sooner or later. I mean he is never satisfied, is he?"

"No! It's not true!" He immediately protested in horror, "I love you!"

"Haha, funny one," I mocked him, pushing his chest away so I could escape, "Well tell me at least, how was he?"

Harry gulped and I could feel my nervousness kick in.

"Uh-It wasn't a he. It was...um...Olivia."

Olivia?

As in Olivia Wilde?

As in the director for the new movie, that Harry stars in, who is ten years older and super crusty, Olivia?

Fuck me.

I doubled over, laughing hysterically.

I didn't care how stupid I looked.

I didn't care about Harry's concerned gaze burning holes into my head.

All I could think about was Olivia moaning my boyfriend's name for six months straight as they made love together.

"It wasn't love," Harry suddenly muttered quietly, "It was just meaningless sex."

"Ohh! That just makes everything so much better Harry! Thank you for clearing that up with me!" I cheered sarcastically at his guilt ass, "So when were you gonna tell YOUR BOYFRIEND that you had suddenly become straight."

His eyes flew up in shock.

"I'm not straight, baby!' he protest quickly, "I just...just wanted something else for a change."

That's it.

I'm so done.

Wanted something else?! Was that all he could come up with?!

Silently, I rushed into the bedroom and locked the door shut.

Immediately an annoying pounding boomed into my ears as Harry pleaded for me to come out.

I ignored him, heaving out my suitcase and throwing everything that belonged to me inside.

Less than two minutes later, I zipped it up and threw the door open.

Harry's lanky body fell on me, but I shoved him off as if he was on fire.

"Get your dirty impure soul off of me!" I stormed to the door, but my wrist was caught by his large hands.

Looking up, I locked with his desperate, forest green eyes. They were tearily pleading with me stay.

"Please. Don't leave me. I need you!" Harry's voice cracked with sadness.

I just glared at him coldly, ripping my wrist away and opening the front door, "Deal with it."

I hurried out of the house, slamming the door loudly and ran as I heard his howls of tears echoing from the other side.

The night was clear and beautiful, the moon smiled at me from the sky and a gentle breeze caressed my hair.

Why the fuck couldn't it be raining and stormy like in all the fucking movies?

Why could Mother nature mourn with me?

Why couldn't God do me a favour and ask the rain to camouflage the tears streaming down my face right now?

Stupid Wattpad and romance novels.

My legs soon grew tired of running and I slouched sorrowfully on the nearest park bench.

Fuck my life.

I thought he loved me.

I love him. Wasn't I enough?

You don't cheat on someone because you adore them. you cheat on them because something is lacking. Something that is so crucial you need to take drastic measures.

A drop of rain splatters on nose and choke on a sob.

At least God was looking out for me.

My phone was suddenly in my hand and I found myself dialling a very familiar phone number.

"Hey Shawn, can you come and pick me up?" 

my space :

it was a bit sad, but that's life. 

I was gonna post this later, but then it is sort of an apology for the Jerusalem fic. 

I'm kinda mad at Harry. Like Niall is so sweet! Why would you cheat on him. I would gladly get together with that irish hottie in a heartbeat. 

ANYWAYS!

NIALL IS GONNA BE A JUDGE ON THE VOICE! HOTTIE! OMG I LITERALLY DIED IN FRONT OF MY TEACHER WHEN I FOUND OUT AND ALL HE SAID TO ME WAS : "who is naill?"

B R O

i was already planning on where to hide his dead body. 

science teachers. urgh. so uncultured.

all the love,

T xx