12:00 am
12:30 am
1:00 am
Time just kept ticking, and as the night got
later and later, there was still no sign of your boyfriend who had promised to walk through the front door at 9pm sharp. But what really made your blood boil was the fact that he was ignoring every single one of your text messages and calls and for all you knew, he could've been hurt.
Whenever Niall was out later than promised he always made sure to call and reassure you that he was going to be a little late, and that's the part that really started to worry you.
You watched as the clock struck 1:30, the exact time you finally heard the sound of the front door slamming which caused an echo to erupt through the quiet house.
A stream of stumbles and curses could be heard as he made his way up to the master bedroom obviously indicating that he was somewhat drunk.
Within seconds, the bedroom door was to be open only to be slammed closed giving no consideration to his girlfriend, who for all he knew could've been sound asleep.
"Hey babe, didn't know you were awake." He mumbles pressing a light kiss onto your lips only for you to reject it and pull away.
Pretty soon you were sat up, eyes finally adjusting to the darkness as you began to make out the figure of his face in the pitch black room.
"I thought you said you'd be home by 9, what happened to that? I was worried sick Niall." You question, voice sounding a little harsher and rushed than you expected it to.
He just groans, now beginning to remove his black hoodie and t-shirt in one swift movement.
"You don't own me Annie, I can come home whenever the hell I want without having to tell you the exact time." He snaps tugging the top drawer to his dresser out only to grab a pair of grey sweats.
Seconds later you flick the light on and shoot him a glare of annoyance.
"I didn't say I owned you Niall, but you're really trying to tell me that it's 100% okay for you to stay out 5 hours later than you fucking promised and not bother to send me one little text just to reassure me that you're okay?" You continue as rage started to take over your current emotions.
Pretty soon his eyes met yours shooting you a cold glare, "just fuck off okay? God, if I knew that you wanted me home by a certain curfew every time I went out with the guys I would've never asked you to move in with me, you can be so clingy sometimes!" He shouts now tugging at his newly bleached hair.
His words hit you like a stack of bricks, and pretty soon a wave of insecurities began to wash over you. Were you too clingy? Maybe you were just over exaggerating.
Everything went quiet and the tension in the room could be cut with a knife.
He sighs, now taking a seat on the edge of the bed and rubbing his face with the palms of his large hands.
"Listen, I really didn't mean it like that babe, I just lost track of time and I was having so much fun that It really didn't occur to me to call you..." He mumbles starting to pick up that you were extremely hurt by his words.
"And I promise that next time I go out I'll be home way earlier than I got home tonight, okay?" He murmurs and you nod.
Pretty soon he was laying beside you pulling you into his chest and pressing a kiss on the top of your head.
"I'm sorry that I called you clingy princess, you know how impulsive I can be sometimes.." He suddenly whispers and pretty soon you were pressing your lips onto his.
"It's okay Niall, let's just go to sleep okay?" You mumble feeling as a wave of exhaustion takes over you, and pretty soon everything was quiet.
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