I was sitting on the sofa at the flat I shared with Niall, with the TV on in front of me and my phone in hand. Niall had went out drinking with Harry more than seven hours ago, and it had just reached 3AM. I was exhausted, but I couldn't convince myself to sleep. I had tried contacting my boyfriend for hours, and to be honest, I was worried.He hadn't returned any calls so far and when I tried to call Harry, he picks up and tells me Niall stayed behind after he left more than three hours ago!
I threw my phone to the side and put my head in my hands, wanting to cry. Was he hurt? Had he gotten in a car accident? Was he cheating on me? My thoughts haulted when the front door burst open, and there he stood, in all of his drunken glory.
"Niall! Where were you?" I asked worried. "Are you okay? What happened?"
"Calm down, would you?" he slurred, throwing off his jacket and nudging past me annoyedly.
"But, Niall, I was worried!"
"Well I'm fine, so could you back off and quit being so damn clingy?"
"Clingy? Being worried because I've been trying to get ahold of you for seven hours isn't clingy, it's being a good girlfriend!" I snapped.
"No, if you wanted to be a good girlfriend you'd give me some space once in awhile!" he yelled, moving to the living room. I followed him in and confronted him.
"A good girlfriend? Are you serious!? For all I know, you were letting some sluts grind on you all night!" I responded.
"And so what if I did?! What will you do about it?!"
"Niall, please snap out of it!" I begged. "I'll get you some water and you can go to bed. Can't we talk when you're sober?"
"Can't you just shut up and leave me alone already, you worthless girl?!"
"Fine," I trembled, stiffening my lip and trying not to let the heavy tears that had welled in my eyes begin to cascade. Not in front of this monster. This wasn't my Niall. I turned on my heel and walked down the hallway towards our shared bedroom and slammed the door shut behind me, leaning against it and sliding down to the floor. I sunk my head to my knees and began to cry.
About fifteen minutes later, I managed to find my way over to the bed, curling into a ball and crying lightly as I drifted into sleep.
~ "Get away from me!" I cried as Niall arrested my arms and pinned me to the wall behind me.
"Shut up!" he growled, tightening his grip on my wrists, causing me to wimper.
"Niall! You're hurting me!" I sobbed.
"I said shut up!" he repeated, raising a hand and landing a hard smack on my cheek. I whimpered in pain.
~
"Y/N? Y/N?!" someone shook me awake. I jerked awake and panted. My entire body was in a cold sweat and I was shaking lightly. I looked up and saw Niall looking straight into my eyes, worry flickering in them. I tried to push him off of me, tried to hit him. but he grabbed the hand and pinned my arms at my sides.
"Get away from me!" I screamed/
"Shh...," he cooed. "It was just a dream. You were yelling in your sleep. Are you okay?"
I nodded my head yes, but as I did, the memories of last night poured in and I felt tears come into my eyes, and I shook my head no slowly. "No," I whispered, hanging my head and turning away from him, beginning to cry. "What did I do?" I whispered, beginning to sob.
