Niall One Shots

Cheaters Never Win

Niall was never home. He was always at the studio... Always on tour... You were lonely. And sometimes, the loneliness got to you.

Though, sometimes it was hard. The media knew who you were. But you managed to get him inside the flat.

Who? It wasn't Niall. It was Jake. You had met him at work and neither of you seemed to care.

He only came over when you felt immensely alone. You snuck him in and snuck him out. Niall never knew. Besides, you felt like he didn't really care either.

"Oh fuck! Jake, just like that!" You moan out, loudly. Jake was taking you from behind, his cock (not nearly as big as Niall's-but who's paying attention... you were) moving quickly, one hand gripping your tit, fingers pinching at your nipple and the other spanking you with each thrust.

Jake growls and moans loudly as you tighten around him. "Oh shit!" He spanks you again, only going harder.

Niall had gotten home a bit earlier than he had thought and thought it would be a good idea to surprise you. He went by the floral shop to buy you some flowers and a box of chocolates and new golf balls. He wanted to take you golfing. He loved it when you two went golfing together.

He walks inside and calls out to you, "Y/N! I am home!" He is silent for a moment, listening for you to come running to him.

But all he hears are loud moans and soft screams. Niall drops everything that he was holding. The flowers break apart, the chocolate scattered across the floor, the golf balls bouncing around.

No. The blood drained from his face and he felt the need to throw up. Three years. Three fucking years. You were going to throw this all away?

Niall made his way up the stairs, your moans and screams only getting louder. Jake. He knew you were close. Niall pushed open the bedroom door and was hit by the stench of sex and naked bodies.

Normally, it would cause him pleasure. But this was his bed, his room, his house, andhisgirl. He leaned against the wall, watching this Jake fucker plow you. Listened to the moans he should be making you do.

He wasn't even getting remotely turned on.

You and Jake both cum. You collapse on the bed and Jake lays next to you.

"Well shit, Y/N, that was fuckin' great." Jake breathes out.

"Oh yeah." You say all but enthusiastically.

Niall scoffs, "Sure she's 'ad bedder. I'm da best she's ever had... Or so she says."

Both you and Jake shoot up. Jake curses and runs out, grabbing his clothes but Niall stops him.

"Dis is for fuckin' me girl." He socks Jake once in the face-hard enough to the point he heard the bones break in Jake's nose.

"Mother fucker!" He yells and runs out.

"Niall-"

"Don'. Just fuckin' don'. Get dressed and meet me da fuck downstairs." He storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

You whimper and you start crying. Fuck. You ruined what you had with the greatest guy in the world-all because you felt alone. You dress in a tshirt and jeans. You wash your face and put your hair up and head downstairs-head down.

Guilt sinks further into you as you take in the small gifts he had brought home. Your fingers run over the diamond solitaire necklace he had gotten you. You were a fucking cunt.

Niall is standing in the kitchen leaning against the refrigerator, "Care ta explain what da FUCK DAT WAS?!" He ends in a shout.

You whimper and start crying again, "I-I don't fucking know!" You sob, "I was alone and all you ever seem to do is travel and be gone and leave me at home! I was getting sick of it Niall!"

He leaned forward, his eyes-dead of emotion, his hands rest on the counter. "Ya knew what ya were getting into when we got togeder. This is me job." Niall sets his jaw. "I fuckin' can' believe dis BULL SHIT!" He pushes the centre piece off of the counter and it shatter-causing you to jump and wince.

With a breath, you try to control your tears and emotions, "Niall, please. Stop." You plead. "I didn't love him." You whisper. "I've only ever have loved you." You murmur.

Niall shakes his head, "No. Fuck ya. Fuck off. I want yer shit out of ME GOD DAMN HOUSE by tonight."

You cry and rub your face. "No! No yer not allowed to cry, ya did this to yerself and ya fucked us both o'er!" Niall growls, tears pricking in his eyes. "I loved ya with all o' me. All o' me fuckin' heart. I wanted to MARRY YA! I would 'ave given you ANYDING YA WANTED! But dat still wasn' good 'nough, was it?"

Fuck. You try to keep the tears at bay, "Niall, I-

He gets close to you, his face merely inches from yours, "Cheaters never win. Ya won' win me back or get me back. Fuck ya. I ne'er wanna see ya again." He storms out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

You fall to the ground, sobbing and gasping. Niall was right. Cheaters never win.

You just sorely lost.