One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

Battles (Niall)

A/N: This is going to be really weird, so I'm sorry. It's going to kind of be like a narration of a song I wrote. The songs lyrics will be in bold and italics after what part of the story they formulated from. None of this ever happened; I made it all up.

Here I am--again--arguing endlessly with my boyfriend Niall about anything and everything. It has been this way for a few weeks now, and I have no idea why; it just seems like it will never end, that there's no escape from the constant battle that's raging in our relationship, taking it over and swallowing it whole.

I'm standing face-to-face with with my teeth clenched in fury.

"YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME!!!" I screech, running away immediately after into my bedroom and slamming the door shut.

Verse:

I find us in a battle again

In the storm that keeps raging

In the sand that keeps sinking

Defense

As we take our positions

Screaming "You never listen!"

Again

I slump my back against the door and sink down in to where I'm sitting on the floor with my head in my hands, sobbing.

Why doesn't he ever listen to me?! I ask myself. 

I stay silent for a while. Then, a get to the better, bigger question.

Why are we doing this? What ever happened to us? I wonder. We used to be so in love with each other--and now... this.

I stop and ponder for a bit, one of the thoughts being, But then he became a jerk. I know it's not true though; it could never be true. We are the same people we were before, just different in the fact that we were fighting.

I have to change this, I think.

Before I can stop myself, I stand to my feet, and open my door, going off in search of Niall.

Verse (continued):

Breathe in

Turn around

From the crowd of voices

I hesitantly turn the corner to find him on the couch--with tear stains on his cheeks?

Was he crying too? Does he regret it also? Does he really want this for us--a battle of language? Why does it have to be this way?

I pause. Then the realization comes.

It doesn't.

I look at what this has made, and I'm sure of that.

"I can start something new from this," I whisper, assuring myself.

I close my eyes, take a final breath, and say the words.

"Harry, we need to talk."

Verse 2:

I find us left in broken regret

In the shrapnel created

By our battle of language

Why this

As we stare at what's after

I wanna start a new chapter

From this

Close my eyes

Place it down

Not gonna take my sword out

He responds to me with a blank stare--nothing more. I gulp, and start to speak.

"I don't want to fight you anymore. I'm tired of what it results in and sick of regretting it later."

His eyes widen in surprise. I shy away, looking down now.

Oh, geez. What is he going to say?

Nevertheless, I continue, "I don't want to do this anymore--to hurt because of it. We don't need to do this; we can stop anytime. I don't want keep hurting each other like this. I just want want we had before. I need it. I need you."

I finally glance back up, finding some courage somewhere somehow in me. I see his cheeky grin now, his glistening eyes, and his passion.

"I feel the exact same way," he admits, "and I need you, too."

Yes! Just what I needed.

We both stand there, beaming at each other like our mouths are fixed permanently in that position, lean in, and close our eyes as we feel the gentle touch of each other's lips.

Bridge:

We don't need the weapons

Burn it

Burn it

We can beat this battle

'Cause I don't want to hurt you

All I want

All I want's

For you to love me, too

Chorus:

I don't wanna fight you anymore

I'm tired of the wounds

And sick of the scars

Of regret

I don't wanna lose anymore blood

I'm tired of the pain

And just want the love

We once had

It is no secret

Baby, I need this

Love

A/N: Please give me feedback for this one. I'm really conchess of my songs. If you liked this, see my poetry book. Thanks.