Punk Niall Series

"You Make Up"

"I see you fired Holly," you comment the next day after the blowout fight with Niall. Niall looks up from the account book on his desk before pushing the black rimmed glasses to the top of his head with a glare. "I didn't do it for you," he snaps rubbing at his tired eyes and you shrug before hoping up on the edge of his desk. "Sure," you singsong, swinging your feet back and forth while looking around his office. You notice the pictures, recent additions, of the two of you on his desk and one of you getting your first tattoo hung up on the wall next to a picture of him getting his first tattoo. "What happened?" Niall questioned, ignoring the tone of your statement while gesturing to the cast on your foot and the crutches on the floor while leaning back in his chair. "Sky-high heals and your apartment stairs aren't a good combination when one is upset," you say with a shrug of your shoulders, sticking the ugly black cast out to glare at it. "Why didn't you tell me? How'd you get to the hospital?" Niall questions quickly, leaning forward to inspect your leg and you can't fight the smile. "Zayn was coming in the building as I was coming out, he took me" you tell a concerned Niall, smiling when he pressed a kiss to the cast. "Don't you have an apology to make?" Niall stated, handing you a glass of water and you glare at him. "I most certainly do not!" You exclaim angrily, jutting your injured foot out to kick his shin and Niall's laugh fills the room. "You ruined my clothes, cut up the pillows on the couch, and bruised my face... I think that warrants an apology," Niall recounts, waving his hand in the air and you continue to glare at him. "Maybe if you hadn't hired your ex, I wouldn't have felt the need to ruin all your shit in anger," you shout angrily, huffing when Niall chuckles at your antics. An awkward silence befalls the two of you, Niall staring as you refuse to yield to his demand. "Ok, maybe I should apologize for pouring bleach on your clothes and for ripping up the pillows... but, I was totally justified!" You claim loudly, hunching your shoulders as he stand with a smile. "You do not win the argument," you mumble, leaning out of his attempts to kiss you and he chuckles. "Yes dear," he mocks with a heartwarming smile, leaning in again and this time you let him. "I henceforth yield all fights and arguments to you, my fair maiden," Niall teases but even under the mock, you can tell he's serious.