Weak ( A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

"Love is Weak. I want you all to remember that," I explain to the boys.

"But I love Eleanor!" Louis practically shouts out.

"I love Perrie also," chimes in Zayn calmly, but he looks a bit on edge, as if my words didn't make him very happy.

Finally Liam pipes in, "I surely love Danielle with all of my heart."

"You boys don't love your girlfriends, yo're infatuated with them. Or in 'lust', if you will. The feeling will fade someday. Love isn't real," I calmly explain. The boys all shift uncomfortably in their seats. Except Niall. He keeps looking at me with an odd expression on his face. I have a feeling he's not going to let go of this...

I don't cry. Crying is positively a weakness. I make very few friends. Friends lead to drama and sadness that were never really even necessary. I most definitely do not do love. Love is a sad thing really. First off there's a sweet, naive girl. Then there's the Boy who claims he'll love her forever. But something must always get in the way of that eh? Something like he cheats or does something stupid to make the girl cry for hours and hours endlessly. But I am most definitely not that girl. I'm the best friend whose shoulder she cries on for those endless hours. I am the girl that learns from her friends mistakes. Love is a weakness and that is that.