My Collection of One Shots (One Direction)

Jealousy Is Not Your Color (Niall Horan)

Okay so I was not planning on writing this. It's not as long as my other one shots i don't think, but it's a lot longer than I thought it'd be. As they usually are. I got this request last second yesterday from my Kiwi friend and promised to have it done today, so here it is. Bridget, if it's bad or doesn't make sense it's cuz I'm exhausted but I promised to get it done so I did :) x Love you girl. Hope it's what you wanted.

(Didn't proof (as usual) !)

Enjoy.

I laughed as my walked with my friend up to the front door of my flat, still laughing at something that had been said before.

“Thanks for walking me home Tannen. I had fun today. As per usual.” I giggled smiling at the taller guy. He grinned down at me.

“No problem. I had a good time too. Tell the leprechaun I said hi.” He said. I rolled my eyes.

“Only I am allowed to call him a leprechaun.” I said back teasingly. “We’ll talk soon.”

He nodded and opened his arms for a hug.

“Bye Bridget.” He whispered in my ear as they hugged goodbye. I smiled.

“Bye Tannen.” I mumbled in return before he released me and stepped back. I turned around and opened the door to my flat, stepping inside with a little wave over my shoulder before shutting the door and letting out a sigh of content. It had been a good day.

“Babe!” I called as I shrugged of my jacket, hanging it up and kicking off my shoes at the same time. I walked further into the flat to hear the sound of a guitar. A smile grew on my face. I loved it when he played the guitar. He just got so into it and it always sounded so good. It made him happy. And that made me happy.

“Babe, I’m back!” I announced following the noise of the instrument to the living room. I entered, a smile still wide on my face as I looked to see him wearing sweatpants and a tank top, staring down at his fingers on the neck of his guitar, a frown pulling wrinkles into his face and irritation in his eyes. My brow furrowed together in confusion at his expression and lack of response. Normally he’d  be on his feet, giving me a kiss hello, or at least have looked up by now, but he just sat there, not saying anything.

“Niall?” I questioned again, stepping closer. He suddenly gave one loud strum to the guitar, playing an angry chord that made me jump backwards, and sat up the frustration he just displayed through the instrument now intensifying in the expression on his face.

“What Bridget?” he snapped, not looking me in the eye as he stared at the floor, jaw clenched and blue eyes cold.

Well okay.

Something’s a bit wrong here.

“Umm… I just wanted to say hi, and that I was back from hanging out with Tannen.” I said with a bit of an attitude.

“Yeah, yeah I see that.” He grumbled, going back to playing a few notes on the guitar in his hands.

“Okay…?” I said questioningly. He didn’t say anything in return. I let out a breath and went over to sit next to him. Maybe he was just frustrated with his playing. It had happened before. He ignored my sudden presence, continuing what he was doing with the same stone look on his face. This was not the fun loving Niall I had been dating for over a year now.

I took another deep breath and looked up at him. “So uh… how was your day?” I asked trying to coax out the Niall I loved.

“Boring.” He mumbled, his voice sharp. I bit my lip.