You and Niall once again get in another stupid fight.
"All you do is leave me with your dirty laundry, dishes, and everything else! Would it kill you to help me the little bit ?!" He sighs for the 100th time.
"I'm sorry babe! But you know how busy I am right now! Im the one who provides all this stuff anyways." He mumbles the last part, but you still hear it.
"God damn Niall Horan I have my own job too! I buy my own things too!" You scream. He crinkles his eyebrows.
"Forget it." You sigh, picking up your phone and your jacket, turning towards his flat door.
"Y/N where are you going?!"
"I just need to think, ok?" You sigh and step out, quickly going to your apartment.
***
Your lying on your bed. Sure enough, a small basket of Niall's clothing was laying at the foot of your bed. You did understand how busy he was, thats why you really didnt have a problem doing his laundry. Its just sometimes its fustrating when he is home, but watching another useless football game while you do his dishes. It was just the heat of the moment. You close your eyes, trying not to cry. You looked visibly upset though, with your body feeling like a heavy weight, curled into a tight ball. You just laid on top of your duffet, thinking. Your back is facing opposite of your bedroom door.
You hear a turn of a lock, and a small creek. And then some footsteps walking down your hall, and finally outside your room. The door slowly opens, but you just don't have the energy to see who is in your room.
Niall sees you curled up, hugging your knees. His heart breaks over your figure. It was a stupid fight, shes always right. I should put more effort into things. He slowly makes his way over to your bed, slipping off his shoes and crawling under your duffet. He carefully pulls yourself apart, into a more 'normal position.' After that he wraps one hand around your waste, while using the other to brush off the hair covering your neck. You still haven't faced him. He plants a kiss on your neck, then puts his mouth on your ear.
"Babe, you know how much I can't stand fighting with you. I love you so much, for all you do. Im so incredibly sorry." He rests his head Inbetween your neck. Still no response from you. He starts to get a bit worried, but doesnt show it. You finally place your hand on his hands, which are tightly holding your waste. He smiles, knowing you forgave him.
"I love you." He whispers yet again.
