One Shots [Niam]

I Regret Nothing.

A/N: I dont think any of this would happen. I just felt the need to write this.

SHIP: Ziall [If any]

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Murder, Abuse, Substance Abuse.

Niall's Pov:

Zayn and I have always had a rough relationship. We got into fights frequently both physical and verbal. I still loved him though. He couldn't do anything to make me hate him. Although, I never liked being around him. He always scared me and made me upset.

I figured that he needed me. No one else would put up with his shit besides me. He never had many friends besides the few he had down at the bar he went to every night. I was the only person he had. Without me, well he wouldn't have much. I guess I just liked being important to someone.

As a kid, no one really appreciated me. I got made fun of in school frequently and I was an outcast. I only had one friend and he meant everything to me. However, he was friends with everyone which is why I always knew that even though he was my everything, I wasn't much. If I was Zayn's everything, that was good enough for me. As long as he needs me, Ill stay with him. Which is why it killed me when I found out he was having affairs with another girl.

Zayn always stayed out late. Weather he was drinking or out with friends, he wouldn't come home until early morning. Usually, I would stay up waiting for him to come home, otherwise he would get angry with me and hurt me.

One night, I was watching tv trying to calm myself. Zayn was out probably at the bar or sleeping around with his girlfriend. After finding out about the girl, I told my friend Liam about what happened. Usually, I try to keep my pains to myself. Its easier for everyone but this time, I just felt so hurt. After having a couple glasses of wine to calm myself, he told me that I should try talking to Zayn about it seeing how upset I was. It was probably the alcohol taking over my body, but I decided maybe it would be a good idea.

The tv flashed and made noise but I didn't pay attention to it. I was too busy rehearsing what I was going to say to Zayn in my head.

I look over at the door the same moment Zayn barged in.

"Hey! Im horny!" His husky voice thick with alcohol.

Boldness struck over me from the alcohol. "Maybe you should go get some from your whore." I muttered under my breath quietly. "Zayn, we need to have a talk."

"Okay." He said.

He stumbled over to the kitchen and I followed him in. He sat at a seat on the stool next to the island in the kitchen. I stood across from him on the island by the sink.

"Well, I have received some news from an anonomys source that you've been cheating on me." I said politely trying not to get myself upset.

"What!" He spoke up. "Have you been spying on me?" He said with a slight hint of anger in his voice. "Have you?" He spat out.

"Yes." I choked. Something shattered inside me. Wether it was my heart, my sense of morality or both, I will never know. "You sick fuck."

"Don't speak to me like that!" He stood up angrily.

"After everything Ive done! This is what you do?" I spat out angrily at him.

"I have my rights!" He shouted.

"None of them are sleeping with other people!" I shouted louder and frustrated.

"I hate you!" He shouted.

"I hate you too!" I shout at him.

"I want a divorce!"

My heart broke into a thousand pieces. I knew there was no going back though. Might as well let it all out. "It will be what Ive always wanted." Even though thats not what I want.

He screamed and ran to the counter. He went straight for the knife in the holder. I watched his eyes. I knew these were going to be my last moments alive. I didn't care though.

He rushed over to me, pinning me up against the refrigerator. He had an arm around my neck. I was helpless and couldn't move no matter how hard I tried. I looked into his eyes. He looked into mine. He was full of rage and anger. I felt something poke me in the stomach lightly.

"Any last words bitch?" He spat into my face.

"I regret nothing." I spat just as harshly back into his face.

The look of fire and anger in his eyes quickly turned into satisfactory when he pressed the knife into my stomach, twisting it. I felt blood rush out instantly. His grip lessened as I slipped to the ground beneath him.

The last thing my eyes saw was the look of horror on his face above me.