Lets 'Talk'

HE!

"WELL YOU SHOULD JUST GROW THE FUCK UP THEN, SHOULDN'T YOU?" He screamed. He's been screaming like this at me, for 45 minutes straight. "ANSWER ME!!!! NICOLA" 

"Yeah." I can't say much, well i dont dare to say much. When hes like this, god knows what he'll do. It scares me. 

When i look around our smashed up living room.

The TV's on the floor, a vase my mother got me for my birthday is smashed against the floor, after he threw it at the window, the pool of water and drained flowers soaking the room. I stand in the corner as his rage flows on. I cant believe this is the beautiful, 'down-to-earth', irish man I fell in love with a year and a half ago. His pail face is red with anger, his blonde hair is soaked with sweat, anger has taken over his body. He has changed so much, the fame, the paparazzi, the girls, everything has effected our relationship. He used to love me. He used to protect me. Now look at him. 

"NIALL, STOP!!"

His actions stopped, his face lost its red complection, he was calming and quiet.

"Please, just stop. I can't do this anymore" trying to be as calm as possible, i held back the tears. "I can't sit back and take all of the shit anymore!"

"Nicci, what are you talking about?" His voice was back to being innocent, calm and relaxed, i need to get away from his maddness. 

"Niall, you've changed. You never smile anymore, in the last two months we haven't had a good conversation and we aren't happy. Your job is stressing you out, and i can't be the one who you take all your anger out on any more." The tears start streaming down my face. "I'm bruised Niall! Physically and Emotionally." 

"Nicci, I dont know what to say!"  He walked across the room towards me, placing a hand on my cheak. "Please, stop crying baby" He whispered, his breath was heavy, so was mine. 

"I need time away Niall" I moved his hand away from my flesh, and headed down the hall of our apartment to the bedroom. 

"Nicola, please...don't do this" His voice seemed to echo as he followed me, i grabbed a duffel bag from the large cupboard and started to pack my essential things. 

"Nicola" I never knew it could be so hard to ignor someone you where on the verge of hating "NICOLA" He screamed, marching towards me. 

I looked up, his face has heated up again in a matter of seconds, he looked angry. What have I done? 

He grabbed my neck, lifting me inches from the ground against the wall. 

"I SWEAR NICOLA, WILL YOU EVER FUCKING LISTEN TO ME?" His eyes seemed black, his nostrils where flarring, i didn't try to struggle, if i did it would just hurt more. 

His eyes clasped to mine, as i felt his grip loosen, i knew i needed to get out of there. As soon as i was released I grabbed the bag and headed to the door. One last look at the boy I once loved, leaning and punching against the wall broke my heart and enduced the tears. "I'm Sorry"