Niall Blurbs

Treat You Better

You had called Niall, sobbing. He knew the moment he heard the sobs before you spoke why you were crying. Your piece of shit boyfriend was acting up again. Pushing you away, bringing you back. Cheating on you. Acting like you didn't exist. It pissed Niall off that you would stick around. He could treat you better.

"Yes petal, I'll pick you up. Calm down. Deep breaths." He murmured softly, through your hiccups and sniffles. "My treat. Hot cocoa with whipped cream." Niall tried to soothe.

And an hour into the hot chocolate date, Niall couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Y/N. He's just not right for you." Niall spoke slowly, eyes focusing on your face. But he could tell by the way your face twisted, you didn't believe him.

"Ni... you're my best friend. I know you're just being protective. But trust me. He's the one I want. I love spending my time with him." You smiled, covering his hand with yours. "I love him." You said simply.

Niall grit his teeth slightly, you apparently loved to waste your time. You would have been way better off with him. Niall knew he could treat you better. Because a girl like you deserved so much better. You were wasting your time. You came to him more often than not crying over this guy.

Niall swallowed thickly, this was his shot. It was now or never. "Y/N..." He took a deep breath. You had called him crying, asking to go to coffee. You spent the last hour crying to him about over the last thing that the fucker did to you. "I... I know that we had something once upon a time and it was the wrong time for us. We decided friends were better." He turned his palm up. Your palms were flat against each others and he used his other hand to cover the top of yours. "This relationship isn't good for you." He says quietly. "And I want us to have that chance. I can treat you better, better than he can. Y/N, I would stop time for you if you asked me to. I want to give you that love you're missing." He dragged in a shakey breath, "I want to wake up with you. Tell me what you want to do. Because any girl like you deserves a gentleman. Why are you wasting time on him? Why are we wasting our time on the inevitable?"

You watched him carefully as he spoke, your heart swelling, breaking, stomach churning, hands sweating. Sweating so much so, she took her hands off of the table and put her palms flat on her thighs. Niall was right, you two had the chance before but it wasn't right at that moment. So much was happening in both of your lives. But, you had moved on. He had moved on. Dated other people-both of you ignoring the hurt that was felt.

"Y/N... just take my hand. We'll be fine. Know that you don't have to do this alone. I promise that I won't let you down because I know I can treat you better. I'm not going to pretend you don't exist when my friends are around, I'm not going to ditch you mid date because you said something that pissed me off, I'm not going to keep side chicks. You are apart of each of my friendships, we will never go to bed angry, and you would be the only woman in my life for as long as we are us." Niall put his hand on top of the table. "This isn't the first time he broke up with you. It won't be the last. We both know this. This is the second time this month. But let him go. Let all of this go. Let me treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I can treat you better. You know this." His tone had gone soft, eyes slightly pleading, his palm was faced upwards, waiting for you to take his hand.

You felt tears prick your eyes again, this time for a new reason. You swallowed thickly, trying to blink the tears away. You reached your hand out and take his in yours.