Niall:
"Yeah I knew, she was jealous from the start/Cause I know better not to be friends with boys with girlfriends."
"You know, she’s jealous of you." "Of me? Why?" "She thinks I fancy you." "Well do you?" "Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think you were stunning and hated hanging out with you." "You didn’t tell her that, did you Niall?" "What? Was I not suppose to?" You slapped him upside the head. "That’s not exactly gonna soothe her worries." "Eh, we’re barely even dating. I’ve known you forever. She might as well start realizing you’re not going anywhere." You weren’t a fan of the girl, but she was making Niall somewhat happy and he deserved that happiness. "You’re a real idiot, Horan." "You love me." You watched him stuff the takeaway you had ordered into his mouth. Sometimes you thought you were a bit too fond of this boy. And maybe his girlfriend could see it. "Did you want to come with me and Lily to the pub tonight?" "You want me to come with you and your girlfriend, the one you just told me is jealous, to the pub tonight?" "Yeah," he spoke mouth full of food. "Alright," you sighed. "Let me get dressed and we can go straight there." You walk out of your room, in your usual attire. Casual, but a little dressy. Meaning jeans, heels, and a top that shows just the right amount of cleavage. His mouth popped open a little bit when he saw you. "Shut your mouth Niall, you look like a fish." He closed his mouth, tongue darting out to lick his lips. His hands grabbing at your waist. "You look sexy." "Thanks, babes. You ready to go?" He opens the door for you, surely checking out your ass as you walk away. "Stop looking at my ass, Niall." "Then don’t wear those pants," came his reply a few seconds too late. When you finally make it to the pub, you and Niall are a few shots in, everyone around you cheering you on. His girlfriend makes her way over and greets him with a kiss on the cheek. "Hey baby, we’re just taking shots. Want one?" "I thought you were gonna cut back." He shrugs. "I’m Irish." You giggle at such a Niall thing to say. She shoots daggers over at you. "Oh, hello y/n. Didn’t know you’d be here tonight." "Yeah, I’m all for shots with my best buddy." Niall slings his arm around you, already a little intoxicated. "My favorite person to drink with." She continues to send you dirty looks and you just smirk back. Niall was yours and she knew it…
Liam:
"You play the victim and I’ll be the bad guy/I know better than that, I know better.”
You didn’t like Sophia. At all. Her and Liam were just all wrong. You still didn’t know why you continued to let yourself be the other woman. You weren’t that type of girl and Liam wasn’t that type of guy. It was so wrong, but every time you were rolling around with him in your sheets you couldn’t stop. And every time before it happened you were trying to break things off with him. It was so hard to resist though. He just kissed on your neck and promised he would break up with her so you could be together and you were putty in his hands. You lay in your twisted sheets, head resting on Liam’s chest. “Li… This has gotta stop.” “I know, baby.” “I’m serious. Either you break up with her or we have to stop. This is wrong.” “I’m gonna break up with her. She means nothing to me. I want to be with you, y/n.” You both get out of bed, pulling on your clothes. You’re feeling used and upset and the tears won’t stop pouring out as get dressed. “Hey, hey, hey. Baby, why are you crying?” He’s wiping the tears off your face as you continue to stand there sobbing. He pulls you in tight to his body. You knew better than to get trapped up in this love triangle. “Baby, shh, it’s okay. I’m gonna go home and end things. I promise.” You finally stop crying, now just sniffling. “I just can’t do it anymore, Liam.” “I know, love. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” You nodded and he finished pulling on his shoes. With a quick kiss on the lips and nose, he was walking out of your apartment. You didn’t know if he’d really break up with her this time, but you hoped you weren’t being naive…
