𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
❝ IF i'm just a ...
stupid twitch thot
then why are
your clothes still
in my room? ❞
IN WHICH alex thinks
he can just get what he
wants and...
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"What the fuck am I gonna do." Now practically yelling, I slammed a closed fist against the marbled countertop. God. I desperately needed to calm down. If I weren't careful Niall's worrisome mind would start to wonder. Wonder where I was, wonder why I hadn't come back to bed yet. Wonder why I'd fallen into such a mess so quickly.
My emotions were jumbled into things that didn't feel real. A baby. How in the world would I take care of a fucking baby? Doubtfully, most people perceived it as a difficulty to take care of a kid amidsta companion. But I was completely alone. Quiet, truly pathetic sobs escaped my lips. Pathetic.
"Love, are you okay?" Shit. I quickly suppressed my choppy breaths, answering him in the most convincing voice I could. Couldn't let him down now. "Yeah. I'm- I'm okay." A+ job to myself. Surely whatever shitshow I'd been working to muster up, he wasn't buying it one bit.
Without the smallest bit of hesitation, his palms found themselves slowly twisting the knob. I can't believe I was stupid enough not to lock the door. "Oh my god, what happened to you?" The entire mood in the room shifted.
Even though his expression was soft, some part of it was threatening me not to say a word. As he knelt down near me the edge of our tub, he shifted to lean towards me. "Please, sweetheart, tell me what's bugging you. I hate seeing my sweet girl upset." A gut-wrenching sensation of anxiety settled in my chest.
He held my hand and tried to lay a kiss on my cheek. A flash of confusion spread over his face, as he traced a finger against the test in my hand. I gripped it with all my might, wishing he'd give up and let me hold it. "Please don-" He forcibly jerked it from my grip. I prepared for the worse.
"Please Niall, I'm so sorry. Just believe me, I'm sorry." He reached an arm up, pulling himself up to lean against the sink. A look of pity showered over him. "It's gonna be okay., I promise you. We'll figure it out."
ૢ✧∘* ending it with a solid 30k that's a fuckin POG CHAMP.
