Punk Niall Series

"First Fight"

"You're a crazy arse bitch," Niall accuses, watching as you pour a bottle of bleach over his clothes. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the employee with her hand down your pants!" you screech, tossing the empty bottle at him angrily and he barely catches it before it tumbles against his chest and hits the ground. "I didn't ask her to put her hand down my pants, it just happened and then you showed up and I couldn't... it all happened too fast," Niall stammers, tripping over ruined clothes he'll deal with later as you storm around his apartment breaking things as you go. "You didn't appear to be too confused with what was happening when I walked in! I told you, fire that whore weeks ago but no... 'she's an old friend and she needs a job'," you repeat his words from weeks earlier when Holly moved to London and needed a job. "She's an ex... nothing's going to happen," Niall assures you, dodging the pillowcases you're hurling at his head. "Yeah, because you're gonna fire her," you shout, gasping when Niall grips your wrist and wrenches the scissors in your hand into his before he tosses them to the side. "It's my business, you cannot tell me what to do with it. I don't tell you how to save people, don't tell me whom to fire. Stop acting like a jealous bitch, it's not attractive" he reminds you angrily and your hand flies out and slaps him across the face angrily. "Fuck you," you cry, continuing to slap him angrily and leaving angry red handprints across his cheeks before you storm from the apartment. You stumble down the steps, barely catching yourself against the handrail. Your ankle rolls painfully, heels sputtering against the last stair as you barrel into the front door of the complex. Tears of pain spill down your cheek as you collapse against the sidewalk while tossing your damned shoe to the curb. "[Y/N]?" you hear and you look up into the concerned face of Zayn. "What?" you snap and he raises a dark eyebrow at you before he reaches down to help you stand. "I can do it myself," you screech through your tears. Zayn backs away, arms raised in surrender as he watches you struggle to stand. Crying out when your right foot gives, you tumble into Zayn and he holds you against him as you cry. "I'll take you to the hospital, let me get Niall,"
"NO," you shout, gripping his arm and Zayn decides not to ask why and ushers you into his car. "He hired Holly and I told him he had to fire her. We fought, I hit him... a lot," you explain to Zayn as he fills your paperwork out. The two of you had gotten quite a few looks when he had carried you into the emergency room; makeup ran down your face in dark streaks, hair wild and untamed, foot bruised and Zayn looked indifferent to the situation. "He'll get over it, he's kinky like that" Zayn tried to joke, patting your knee gently and you can't stop the laugh that bubbles from your throat or the ones that follow.