Niall and Isla met at a party 3 years ago, when they were both 17 and have been dating ever since. But things have changed, Niall is now 1/5th of One Direction, the biggest boy-band in the world. Things are changing. And maybe not for the best *TEASER* "Niall!" I screamed. "What?!" he snapped back, eyes full of anger. "P..Please don't," I begged him, " Please don't do it" Tears pricked my eyes as I watched his face turn sour. Memories of the last 3 years came flooding back to me, all the happy times, all the hugs, kisses, when Niall acted like he cared. My eyes watered even more. "You don't care what I do! You just want my fame. Your just a little sour wannabe who just wants my fame!" How could he say that?! "I was with you before X-Factor! How could I have done that, eh? I'm not a freaking psychic!" I spat back, getting angry now. "Only just. I had already auditioned." He had never acted like this before, what was happening?! "Niall. Just listen to me!" My eyes pleaded with his, I needed to tell him I loved him, I don't say it enough and maybe that would help him change his mind. "I swear, I never used you. I..I lo-" "Shut up and get out." I froze. "NOW" he screamed, slamming his fist down on the counter with a thud. I quickly turned on my heels, tears streaming down my face, and ran out the door, to the only place where I thought of. I ran for ages, before finally getting to the door. I knocked, impatiently. "What is it, Isla?" he rubbed his eyes. "Can I stay with you please?" I sobbed.