10. Come Down With Love

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10. Come Down With Love

I applied pressure to Niall's shirtless ribs. Damn that boy and his abs. His face scrunched up in pain as I released.

"Do you think it's broken?" he questions.

"Probably but you won't let me take you to the hospital to find out."

I took a white cloth and wiped off the caked blood on his cheek from his nose. The rag collected the red and I rinsed it under the faucet. He stood and walked into the bedroom.

I shut off the lights and snatched his shirt from the floor. When I walked to my room, Niall was sprawled out on my bed staring towards the ceiling.

"I'm a bad boyfriend aren't I?"

His eyes find mine. I sighed.

"No. You're a good boyfriend."

"I'm a bad person."

His words were soft almost silent as them flew from his lips.

"No. You are a sweet guy."

I sat on the edge of the bed and played with the hem of my shirt.

He leaned on his elbows, sat up a bit.

"Then I'm a bad protector, provider, man."

His hands rake through his hair. This is the Niall I know. Always acting so innocent to the point that I believe and think he's so adorable. Because deep down I know he really is just a cute, adorable, loving boy. But that's what he is..a boy.

"Niall babe,..."

I want to say so much right now like how he hasn't been there for me. How he isn't nice to me. Why he would even think he takes care of me when all he does is get drunk and hit me? I want to call him out on the fight, our fights, and why he's pissed at Harry. I am dying to ask why he would cheat on me but I know he would break down. It would hurt him too much

"..don't worry about it."

I ran my hand up and down his leg as he laid back down.

I hope after this fight he realizes just how careful he must be from now on.

"I'm ugly aren't I?" He chuckles.

"Yea. Whoever you fought with screwed up your face. But your eyes still shine and your smile is perfect."

I smiled at him and he tucked hair behind my ear.

His body lifted and his eyes caught mine.

"You too." He smirked.

"Was that supposed to be a compliment Mr. Horan?"

I stood and made my way to my mirror puckering my lips and laughing as he smiled.

"Well besides the screwed up face part then yes. It is."

His legs guided him over to me. His arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

"Look at us," he whispered,"happy, cute."

His lips touched my neck and moved to my cheek. They pressed a kiss to the side of my lips. I turned my head and caught them on my lips. Surprised, he stepped back and broke the kiss.

"I-I'm sorry Niall." I remarked.

His eyes moved from mine to my lips before his lips gently pressed to mine. I kissed back before he pulled away again.

"Miss, do you still believe that I cheated on you?"

His hand rested on my lower back. My eyes searched his.

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