Partying. Life as the girlfriend of One Direction's Niall Horan, could be described in one word, partying. You usually weren't a big drinker, you were quite the light weight actually, and tonight wasn't much different At the bar, you look across the dance floor to see your boyfriend on a couch with another girl. At first you don't think much of it, he was just sitting with a girl, everything was fine. Your vision was a little blurred from the small bit alcohol in you but you could distinguish the two figures, Niall being quite a bit paler than the girl he was next to. All of a sudden the two figures smashed against one another. You were sober enough to realize it. Sober enough to see that your boyfriend is kissing another girl. You didn't give yourself a chance to get sad, you sped across the floor, anger filling you up at the moment. "NIALL.", you managed through clenched teeth, seething with rage at this point. "What d'ya want? I'm obviously busy right now, go away ya cunt." The rage fell from you and replied in a monotone voice, "If that's what you really want, Niall. Have fun with your slut." You stormed off to the exit when you heard Niall yell, "Thanks bitch, I will!". You held it all in until you got to your and Niall's flat. 'How could he?' 'Did he even love me anymore?' 'He didn't even care that I was there..' 'I want to die' , Your thoughts tormented you, questioning every thing about your relationship with Niall. Questioning everything about your life..
Niall hadn't come home from the club last night. You had no doubts that he had slept with that girl. At this point, your sorrow made you physically sick. You were throwing up, couging, you felt awful. During a puking fit you heard the bathroom door creak open. You didn't even flinch when you felt his hand rest on you lightly, rubbing circles on your back. "Princess, what's got you so sick? Oh God, are you pregnant?!" You ignored him completely, continuing to vomit. Eventually you got up from the toilet and brushed your teeth, walking away from Niall. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, leaving kisses on your neck. You've had enough. Violently ripping yourself away from him you scream, "You have the fucking nerve, Niall Horan! How dare you come in here like 'nothing happened last night!" "I was drunk, (y/n)! You can't hold that against me!" "The hell if I can't! Do you have any idea what you said to me last night?" "N-not really, no.." "You called me a bitch and a cunt, you told me to go away while you were making out with another girl. You broke my fucking heart last night." "Oh, I'm so sorry, darling. I didn't mean it, I was shitfaced! Forgive me, love?" "No, I won't forgive you. I'm sick of it." "What do you mean...", he trailed off, obviously on the verge of tears. "The partying, the drinking, the paparazzi, this lifestyle. I'm just sick of it Niall. I can't do it anymore." It pained you to say it, you loved Niall so much, but you couldn't sacrifice your self happiness for him. He tried to get you to stay, he tried to block the door, he cried to you, "Please, (y/n), I love you. Don't leave me!" "If you love me you'll let me go. If you really love me, you'll want me to be happy." He stared into your soul,"I love you, so I will let you go. If you love me, you'll come back, yeah?" You looked down and left with your purse, no bags packed. As you got into your car you sent Niall a text, 'Maybe someday, Niall. xx"
