Punk Niall Series

"You Break Up"

Niall's been acting strangely for several weeks now. He's skittish around you, avoiding you until he can't. He's tense and he hasn't touched you in two weeks. You storm into the tattoo shop after two weeks of no kisses, no handholding, no hugs, no anything from him. "He's in the back... his office," a familiar face you never bothered to get a name for tells you, spinning in his chair to watch you continue with your mission. "Poor lad," the man mumbles to himself, answering the phone once it rings. "Niall James Horan, what the FUCK is your problem?" You screech, slamming the black office door behind you. Niall startles at the intrusion, looking up from the artwork he'd been sketching to stare at you wide eyed. "Well, are you going to answer me or just sit there?" You demand arms crossing over your chest and Niall wonders if he could overtake you enough to make an escape. He decides otherwise, you're wearing tennis shoes and he thinks that was on purpose. "I'll chase you down, go ahead and try to run," you challenge, stepping to the side and dare Niall to run. "I've just been stressed lately; I've had a lot of clients." He defends lamely, sighing in defeat while slouching down in his chair. "Niall... the truth or do I really mean so little to you?" You question, watching as Niall sets his elbows on the desk to burry his face in his hands. Niall's terrified to tell you what's really going on, knowing that as soon as the words leave his mouth you'll leave. He finds that he can't fight the tears in his eyes and he allows a few to slip down his cheeks before he gathers his strength to face you. It's been long enough and you mean too much. "I... I slept with someone," he finally admits, looking you in the eye and that wasn't the explanation you were expecting. "I'm sorry... I must've heard you wrong, you slept with someone?" You ask again, repeating his words and he nods. "Who?"
"Holly... I, didn't mean to but it happened and, I didn't try to stop it." He admits fully, watching as you lean back against the door behind you as you let his words sink in. He doesn't stand, doesn't try to reach for you, he doesn't even try to comfort you when tears fall from your eyes. "Why? Why would you do that to me?" You question in desperation, tears choking your words into broken syllables and Niall shrugs. "I didn't plan it, it just happened. She was there, we were talking, and we have history and... I couldn't help myself," Niall states, ashamed at the truth behind his words but you deserve the truth. "I... why... how.... What does that mean?" You question through your tears and Niall sighs. "It means, I couldn't touch you knowing I was lying. I don't know what or who I want. I thought I only wanted you but then she came back and, she was the first girl I loved. I always thought we'd end up together. Maybe this is our chance, maybe this is the right time for us to be together," Niall states softly, standing from his seat at the sob that rips from your throat and echoes around the office. "Don't, don't touch me. I... hate you, I fucking hate you Niall. Why would you do this to me? Why, I love you... why isn't that enough? Why am I never enough for anyone!" You screech, slapping his hands away and he sighs, leaning back against his desk in sadness because the last thing he ever wanted was to make you feel inadequate. "You are enough but maybe, maybe I'm not enough for you. You deserve better than me," Niall reminds you and you laugh in exasperation, wiping tears off your face. "That's the damn truth... I'm done, we're done. You can have your precious Holly, god... you're disgusting, you actually disgust me right now. I hope you're fucking happy with that cunt," You scream, slapping him hard across the cheek before wrenching the door open and storm out. You pass Holly as she steps into the store and instead of knocking her damn lights out like you want, you opt for flipping her off with a "He's all your's slut," before leaving the tattoo shop for good. Of course, you only make it half way down the street before you collapse at the passenger side door of your car in tears for the boy you'd loved so deeply.