Punk Niall Series

"You Get Back Together"

"She says she's dying and can't handle you right now," you hear Zayn explain stiffly from the doorway of his apartment. You're hunched over the toilet in his bathroom, throwing up everything you've ever eaten in your entire life while he tries to usher Niall back down the stairs and out of the complex. "I'm not leaving until I see that she's alright," Niall snaps, arms crossed in a way that Zayn knows means he's serious. Zayn sighs and rolls his eyes, crossing his own arms so he crowds the doorway and the two begin a stare down for the history books. "It's alright Zayn," you say in a hoarse whisper from the doorway of the bathroom, using the doorframe to hold as a brace as you lean against it tiredly. Niall throws a glare at Zayn before he pushes past him, walking towards you slowly with a shopping bag in hand. "I... I, uh brought you a few things to help with the hangover," Niall admits sheepishly, holding the bag up for your inspection. "Can you take me home? I don't want to do this here," you question sleepily, nodding to where Zayn has placed himself in the mouth of the hallway. Niall nods and helps you gather your things, jealously fuming from the doorway as you thank Zayn with a grateful kiss to his structured cheek. At some point in time on the way to your apartment you fall asleep, passed out against the window as Niall turns the radio down and continues on the path he knows by heart. You wake a few hours later, swaddled in a light blanket with reruns of 'F.R.I.E.N.D.S.' softly playing in the background. You groggily blink a few times, laying on your back before the urge to vomits hits and you bounce out of bed and hurry into the bathroom. You've just collapsed to your knees, retching over the toilet when Niall's cool fingers gather your long hair into a ponytail as he begins the routine of pinning your bangs back so you can throw up without worrying about your hair. "Go away... I don't want you to see this," you groan in embarrassment, hiding your face in the crook of your arm and Niall chuckles from his spot on the side of the tub. "You're still beautiful," he assures you, rubbing your back until you're done being sick. He carries you back to bed and tucks you in, leaving a glass of water at your bedside before he retreats back to the living room as you fall asleep again. You don't reawaken until the early hours of the next morning, the TV still softly droning on in the living room telling you that Niall is still present. "Why are you still here?" You question from the mouth of the hallway, leaning against the wall as he looks up at the sound of your voice. "You were sick," Niall states like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "What about Holly?" You question stiffly, arms crossed and Niall shrugs. "What about her?"
"Isn't she worried about you and angry that you're here with me, alone?" You retort at his words and he shrugs again. "She should be," he states in a way that tells you he isn't that concerned with Holly's feelings. "I saw you two together last night," you shout, hand clutching at your throat when it protests painfully. "Yeah... I was with her but... not like you think. I realized a few things after you broke up with me," Niall explains, leaning back against the couch and his carefree attitude about everything continues to annoy you; that much hadn't changed in the time you'd been apart. "You're one of a kind, there's no one like you. There's no one that can make me feel like you do and I was stupid enough to think anyone could. I'm not denying that I'm an asshole and a damn cunt for cheating, because I am, but I never stopped loving you. I've never had anyone love me like you, with their whole heart and maybe that scared me. You've never been enough for your mother and I've never been enough for anyone. Until you and like a scared little boy, I let some girl from my past ruin that. I won't say I'm sorry because those are just words and they don't cover what I did," Niall says slowly, letting his words wash over and sink in. "I wasn't your only one, I wasn't the only one you wanted then," you remind him, hand over your empty stomach and Niall gives you a sad grin. "You're all I want now, all I want tomorrow and the days after. I fuck up, it's kind of my thing. I realize now, that you're my hearts only desire. You're everything I've ever wanted and then some. I know you're scared and confused and angry but... I promise, I'm not that guy from my office six months. I'm not him and I'll never be him again," Niall promises, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he wrings his fingers together. "Ok, but... no Holly, not now not ever again," you demand, holding a finger up and gives you a sheepish smile. "I'm also an asshole because I knew you'd be there last night and I wanted to make you jealous, jealous enough to do something stupid like I knew you would so I could sweep in a save you. But, Zayn beat me to it," Niall admits and you roll your eyes before glaring at him. "I honestly haven't talked to her since the day of the breakup, until yesterday when I asked her to come with me. Not Holly, not any other girl ever again. That's a promise I can keep," Niall assures you, slowly wrapping his arms around you before you slap him on the chest. "So violent," he teases pressing a kiss to your temple and you chuckle against his neck. "Just wait and see," you promise with a chuckle, slapping him again for good measure before you return to your room to fall back asleep. This time with Niall at your side, though you do place a body pillow between you two as your first act of many punishments to come.