One Direction short storys and preferences (OPEN FOR REQUESTS) <3

NIALL short story! requested by Natalie_Styles123

another Niall story requested by @Natalie_Styles123 im so sorry its late darling, just had stuff going on... and because im so lazy. :/ sorry

BUT HERE IT IS... SOOOOOO,

ENJOY!

HOLLY <3

...Natalie's P.O.V...

As I walk along the sand, I regret everything I said.

your worthless!

i hate you!

i dont even know why im dating you!

just go die!

It was all in the heat of the moment that I said those things. I spent all day getting ready for our 4 year aniversary, and he came home late. I shouldnt have reacted the way i did.

 Tears are streaming down my face, as i walk along the beach, my feet dragging in the sand, the grains getting caught between my toes. I turn around and stare longinly at Niall and I's beach house when I hear a loud yell and glasses shattering. I start running towards the house and up the stairs. When I walk in, Niall is curled up on the ground ontop of the glass, bleeding and crying.

"Babe! Are you ok?" I yell and try to help him up.

"No! Dont touch me!" He screams and hits my hands away. I flinch and slowly step backwards. He gets up and stands hunched, to sore to straighten up. There is blood going all down his side.

"Please let me help Niall." I plead with tears in my eyes.

He turns his head slowly towards me and glares whilst saying, "No, i dont want nor need your help, ever again." He shakes his head at me slowly and walks to the bathroom down the hall. I just stand there and sob, and sob, and sob. I let the tears fall, not stopping to wipe one.

I hear Niall trying to muffle his screams, but its not working. I walk down the hall and slowly open the bathroom door. He is sitting on the side of the bathtub in just his BONDS underwear with tears in his eyes. I walk over to him soundlessly and take the tweezers out of his hands. He stiffens, but relaxes when I cup his cheek and kiss his forehead, "It's ok babe, it'll be over soon." I say and start taking out the bits of glass. He screams and all i can do is grimace and keep going.

"Nearly done? I cant take this anymore!" Niall screaches and shakes his head.

"Last bit. Its the deepest, so hold ur breath love." He takes a deep breath and i yank it out as quick as i can. He squeels and tears leak out of his eyes.

"OK, i dont need your help anymore." Naill says sternly. I slowly walk out and to our room, colapsing on the bed and crying my eyes out. Its all my fault.

About 20 minutes later Niall walks in with bandages on all of his cuts and gashes.

"Hey babe. You ok?" I ask as he limps in. He completly ignores me and goes to the walk-in-robe, packing all of his clothes into bags. "No dont do this. Please. I didnt mean anything I said!"

"You meant everything!" He said angrily.

"No.... no, no, no." I start freaking out. Niall keeps ignoring me and finishes up filling his bag.

He strides over to me kisses me softly on the lips and passes me a small box, then runs out of the house, into his car, and drives of. I look down at my hand and scream.

Its a ring box.

I colapse to the gorund and ball my eyes out, and start wispering, "Im sorry, please come back, im sorry," over and over.