One Direction One Shots 2

Make Up Sex (Niall)

You sighed and blew out the candles that had been burning for over an hour as you cleared the dinner table that you had set especially for you and Niall. It was your year anniversary of dating, and he promised you he’d be home at 8:00 sharp so you could celebrate. He and the boys had been on tour for a while and he only had six days at home until he had to leave again. You thought he’d want to spend a little of that time with you, but for the past three days all he’d been doing was going out with his friends, which you were okay with. The problem came when he didn’t return home until the next morning and would ditch you every time the two of you made plans. You scraped the food off of your plates into the trash and drank your glass of wine as well as his as you kept checking your phone for a new message. You tried not to look at the clock, but your eyes wandered without your permission. 11:58 p.m.

Three hours ago Niall said he’d be home in 15 minutes. Two hours ago he said maybe 45. Eventually he just stopped responding. You felt stupid. You had dressed up and worn a new black dress along with the necklace Niall had given you for Christmas last year. Your hair was curled and you spent nearly an hour on your makeup. You tried to tell yourself that it wasn’t a big deal, but it was. Walking out onto the balcony of the flat you and he shared, you stared at the city lights. I wonder where he is. Or what he’s doing, you thought to yourself. It’s not that you didn’t want him to have fun, but sometimes you wanted to him to have fun with you, not just his friends. A warm breeze tickled your shoulders as you began to tear up. You wiped your eyes, trying not to smudge your eyeliner as you made your way back inside. You know what, you thought, if he doesn’t want to come home, then fine. You locked the door, making sure to apply the deadbolt. He had a key, but you knew he couldn’t get past the chain.

You felt satisfied with yourself as you wiped down the counters and walked to the bedroom. All around the room were reminders of him. His Supras strewn across the floor and his suitcase lying open still unpacked, were all classic characteristics of Niall. You frowned and tried not to cry again as you changed into a t-shirt and yoga pants. You sat on the bed and turned on the TV, hoping there was something interesting on. It was as if the television was taunting you as you saw ‘Coming up on E! News, our exclusive interview with today’s biggest boy band, One Direction!’ ‘UGH!’ you screamed, turning off the TV and tossing the remote across the room. ‘That is NOT what I need right now.’ You got up and walked into the kitchen again.

As you opened the fridge and got out a bottle of wine, you heard something at the door. Niall was turning his keys into the door and went to open it but was stopped by the chain. ‘Y/N?!’ he shouted, ‘Take the chain off, it’s me.’ ‘Oh yeah,’ you said laughing cruelly, ‘I know who it is.’ You didn’t even bother pouring the wine into a glass as you took a swig, watching him desperately try to open the door. ‘Come on, Y/N, let me in! Just let me explain why I was late.’ ‘Hmmm, let me think for a second. No. Why don’t you go sleep at your friends’ house or the bar? You’ve spent more time there than here.’ He sighed. ‘Seriously, Y/N, please. Just let me come talk to you. I’m really sorry.’ His voice was gentle and you loved the way he said your name in that Irish accent. You felt like such a sucker as you walked towards the door and let him in.

He was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt and his favorite blue sneakers. ‘Hey,’ he said leaning in to kiss you. You turned away as his lips weakly met your cheek. He tried to give you a hug, but you kept your arms crossed, not once looking him in the eyes. He noticed the candles on the table and the dishes in the sink. ‘Was that all for me?’ he said meekly. ‘Yeah. It was, but I had to eat by myself,’ you said walking towards the sink. You turned the water on and began scrubbing the plates. ‘I’m so sorry. Just let me tell you what happened. Can I at least do that?’ You were silent. ‘Okay, well I’ll tell you anyway,’ he said sitting on a barstool on the center island. ‘Me and the guys all went out to watch the game, and I honestly lost track of time. I really didn’t mean to. I looked at my watch and it was 7, and I looked again and it was four hours later. Please, Y/N, I really didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.’