Niall One Shots

And I Write Again, I Love You

"Niall. I am sorry but I can't do this anymore. I-I have to go." You run your hands through your hair, your eyes glistening over with tears.

You refused to cry in front of him. Not because you didn't love him, but because you did and this was all ready painful enough you didn't need his tears either. You didn't want him to change your mind. You needed to stay strong through this. You've thought about this for a long time. It was the single hardest decision ever.

"You can't do what, Y/N?" Niall demanded, his voice wavering.

You didn't answer him, you went straight to the bedroom, you pulled out your duffel bag and started to throw clothes in it. You would speak and he would do everything in his power to convince you to stay.

Niall followed you, "You can't just leave without giving me a reason!" He growled out shutting the door to the closet. He stood in front of it, arms crossed.

"Please get out of my way." You almost begged, tears starting to trace down your cheeks. Your chin trembled slightly and you bite your tongue to try to keep the tears at bay.

Niall shook his head, "No."

"Fine." You clenched your jaw and shut and picked up your bag-half packed. "Good bye, Niall."

"No, Y/N! Please, I love you..." His voice broke and you kept walking.

You shut the door behind you for the last time. That was the single hardest thing for you to do—shut that door. Because you weren't just shutting the door on Niall, you were ending a chapter in your life.

He watched in astonishment as you shut the door.

The click of the door seem to echo throughout your guys'—well now, his—quiet flat.

He knew that you two had your issues.. What couples don't have their issues? You two always got over them. You two always worked through them and never had it get to the point of you walking out on him.

The tears that were streaming down his face were originally out of sorrow but now, they were out of anger. The shift from the sadness to anger was almost unexpected.

But how could you walk out on three years together?

His arm shoots out to punch the wall, his knuckles connected with a satisfying crunch. He pulled his arm back and punched it again. That wasn't enough, Niall full on started to fight the wall. His fists made several holes, but he didn't care.

Niall punched the wall until he was exhausted. But the pain still wasn't enough to distract him. He examined his knuckles and they were starting to turn a violet colour form the bruising and they were bleeding scraped.

He made his way out of your guys'—his— bar, rummaging through it, hunting for the hardest alcohol the two of you—he— had.

Tequila.

He sat on the couch and start to take long chugs right out of the bottle. He got pretty deep in when things went fuzzy. His anger was more palpable now. He throws the almost empty bottle against the wall, shattering not only the bottle but also the picture of the two of you that was hung up.

It didn't stop there. He picked up one of the chairs and slammed it down onto the coffee table with a yell, breaking both the glass coffee table and a couple legs off the chair. He turned and knocked down all the photographs and kicks the lamp down. The shattered glass decorating the entire living room.

That helped, a lot. He felt guilty that he ruined the entire living room basically. And he ruined the memories that the photographs had. He stumbled to your guys—his—room and dropped in the bed. But he couldn't. Your scent was in the sheets and clung to the pillows. He pushed himself out of bed and went to the hallway with a fresh blanket from the linen closet.