Punk Niall Series

"You See Him Get Upset"

"Niall... where are you?" you demand, standing on the curb outside the restaurant you were to meet him at but he's nowhere to be found. "You better have a damn good reason for... did you just hang up on me?" you gasp in shock, pulling the phone from your ear to stare at it before you angrily call him back. He doesn't answer. "Oh hell no" you fume, hailing a taxi. You huff out the address of Niall's flat in upper London and you spend the taxi ride trying to curb the need to murder your boyfriend. You stomp up the stairs, your expensive heals smacking angrily onto the steps and your face is hard set. "You better open the door, you asshole" you demand through the heavy door, pounding your fist heavily against the wood repeatedly. "NIALL, OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" you shout, tears starting to fill your eyes at his seemingly indifference to your feelings. You drop to the floor next to his door, bringing your knees to your chin as you will the tears away. Every insecurity you've ever had comes barreling back into your life, fears of being inadequate for yet another man seeps into your bones and it's stifling. The fear of not being enough threatens to choke you and before long, silent sobs are threatening to drown you in despair. The door opens and Niall steps out. Glancing up, you don't say anything as the blonde stops at the entryway to his apartment, nothing but darkness slinking into the hallway as he stands in black sweats and a white t-shirt. He's completely disheveled, face stained with tears and eyes red. His hair is a wreck, standing in every which direction and he's shuffling across the way to lean against the stairs in front of you. "I'm sorry," he says, sliding to the floor in front of you and the two of you stare at one another for several minutes. "My brother... he, he's such an asshole. He, tells me all the time that I'm worthless and that I'm a joke and that no one in my family, no one, supports me" Niall admits quietly. "He has always made me feel like the black sheep. He has always made me feel like I'm less than him and, I stupidly thought he'd be happy for me. I thought he'd support me, finally because I was doing something that made me money but, no. I'm still just the fuck up of the family" Niall cried, tears spilling down his pale cheeks and all your reasons for hating him seem insignificant now. You toe your expensive shoes off, the brand of which he'll never keep straight, before your stretching your legs across the way towards his. Small, dainty toes press against larger one and Niall looks up with a half smile. He doesn't need to hear you say you're there for him; he doesn't need words that are supposed to comfort him. He just needs you, he needs your support and your touch.