Niall Horan has always been fascinated by cars. Growing up, he's been collecting those little Hot Wheels toys ever since the age of five. And driving had always been his dream. Finally, on the day of his sixteenth birthday, Niall's wish came true; his parents decided to get him a car.
However, this wasn't just any car; it was different... No. It was special. Now you may think, what could possibly be so special about a car? It's just rubber, plastic, and steel. But to Niall, it was a living, breathing... loving thing. The car had its own personality, its own feelings, and of course its own name...
...Zayn.
A love that got so toxic.
"What are we doing here Harry? Liam? For fucks sake!"
"Louis. Calm down. We're concerned about you two."
"Aren't we on a hiatus? You should be doing your own thing."
The car door opened and in climbed Niall, then him.
"Oh fuck no."
"You're not leaving this car. We're taking you to see a therapist. We're going to fix you two."
"We're not even having problems-
"The fuck you are. Harry still calls." Louis looked at Harry with betrayal
"You still call him? And complain?! About us?! Harry-
"Don't blame him. He loves you and just wants you both to be happy. So do we. So shut up, and put your seatbelt on. We're going, no fucking buts."