One Direction One Shots 1

Mean Semi Abusive Niall (Niall)

You were laying in bed after a long day of classes and you weren’t tired per say, you just needed to unwind for a bit after cramming for finals. You didn’t know how long you had been staring at the ceiling when a voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Melissa?”

You looked up to see your boyfriend staring at you skeptically and you smiled at him. “Hi”

“The lads and I are in the game room playing FIFA and I think you should make us some snacks.”

“You think?”

He suddenly got that look on his face that made you know he meant business. “I didn’t stutter”, his irish accent thickening. “You better be down there greeting our guests within the next five minutes or you’re in trouble.”

As he left the room and headed back downstairs, you smirked to yourself. If he wanted to have attitude then you were going to throw him over the edge.

You hopped off of the bed and wandered into your shared walk in closet. You shed your clothes and slipped on some old jersey of Niall’s that you had made into an ill fitting tank top and the smallest pair of shorts you owned. That was definitely going to fire him up.

As you walked to where Niall and the boys were, you made a pit stop in the kitchen and grabbed a couple of beers.

You strided into the game room to hear three boys screaming and cursing at the tv. One of them threw the controller down in defeat and looked up to see you.

“Melissa!”

Then the other two looked up once your name was said.

“Hi Sean baby how are you?”

You went to give him a hug and a beer and you met eyes with Niall across the room. You smirked as his ocean blue eyes flickered with anger.

You handed Darren a beer and winked at him as you noticed the buldge in his pants grow slightly. He blushed and Sean laughed while asking, “You alright there mate?”

Niall instantly looked over at his friend and you could have sworn that you saw his nostrils flare.

“Melissa can I see you in the hallway for a moment?” His accent was so thick that you didn’t understand what he said but got the message when he grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you into the hallway.

“What the fuck do you think you’re wearing?”

“What does it look like?” you retorted back

Wrong answer

He slapped you across the face, “It looks like you’re a fucking slut. Go get changed.”

You laughed in his face and went to head back towards the game room where the sounds told that the boys had started a new game.

He grabbed your wrist and pinned you against the wall. One hand holding your wrists the other on your throat.

“You dressed like this makes me look bad. Like I date sloppy sluts. Whores are for tour only now go get changed.”

He let go of you and you hesitated seeing how much you could piss him off.

“Don’t fucking test me Melissa you’re already in enough trouble. This is strike two.”

You rolled your eyes and walked away from him. You were done messing with him, for now that was.

You decided to redeem yourself a little bit by throwing a couple of sandwiches together and grabbing more beers for the boys.