'Just stay away from me! You are so jealous. Everything I do ends up in us having an argument so let's just end this.' You scream at your boyfriend of 10 months as you storm of the club and down the street. Niall found you, seconds earlier, with a guy who was all over you at the bar. You weren't interested, obviously you were with Niall. But Niall just saw red and accused you of cheating on him. This wasn't the first time it had happened and you were sick of it.
'(Y/n), wait! Don't you walk away from me! We're not ending it like this!' Niall shouts back, jogging behind you. He finally got to your side; grabbing your arm firmly; stopping you from walking any further.
'Get your hands off me! I don't want to listen to any of the bullshit that's going to come out of your mouth. I'm done.' You say; yanking your arm from his grip. You wince at the pain in your arm but you continue walking away from him.
The whole walk home, Niall followed you. You assume it was to make sure you got home safe. You get to your apartment block and run up to the door, shutting it and making your way to the lift. When you get inside your apartment, you switch the kettle on and change into your pyjamas getting into bed with a hot cup of tea. You sit in the dark; thinking about Niall. You didn't want to break up with him but all he ever did was accuse you of being with another guy. You told him time after time, that he was crazy to think that you would ever want to be with another guy. You were madly in love with Niall and wouldn't want another guy. You thought that maybe a relationship with him wasn't a good idea.
You cried yourself to sleep that night; staying awake wondering whether to call Niall or not. You carried yourself to the sofa and planned on staying there all day, watching movies and eating. You felt disgusting but you weren't in the mood to have a shower and get changed. You looked at your phone and notice 21 missed calls and 17 new messages. You scroll through the contacts noticing that they are all from Niall. You roll your eyes until you come across a missed call from Liam. 'Shit.' You think to yourself, quickly dialling Liam's number.
'(Y/n)! Are you okay babe?' Liam asked, his voice shaking.
'Yeah, I'm fine.' You say.
'Good. Can I come over?' Liam asked.
'Yeah, of course you can.'
'Be over in a minute.' Liam says and you hang up the phone and pull the duvet back over you; watching yet another chick-flick that made you even more depressed.
The intercom buzzed and you open the door for Liam, walking back over to the sofa.
'Hey (y/n). Wow, this place is a mess.' He says.
'Yes Liam, I know. I can't be bothered to clean it up.' You snap.
'Okay, I was only saying.' He replied, sitting next to you.
'Sorry Liam. You didn't deserve that.' You say, kissing his cheek and cuddling to him.
'It's okay babe. So, do you want to tell me what's going on?'
'If I must. I'm making tea first though.' You say, getting up from the sofa.
'Why don't I make the tea and you take a bath or something?'
'Are you saying I smell Liam!'
'Maybe.' He replied with a grin on his face which soon disappears as you playfully hit him in the arm when you walk past to go into the bathroom.
You and Liam have been best friends for years before he came to fame with his band but you've only just been re-united with him as you moved to London. That's when you met Niall. Liam invited you to a party a year ago and introduced you to all of the boys and you and Niall hit it off straight away.
