Niall Horan Smut
Word Count: 1,366
“Niall you’re acting like a child! Can’t you just grow up?”
“You know what? Fuck you then!” His words spat at you as you stared wide eyed in shock that they even came out of his mouth at all.
“Really? Is that how you really feel Niall?” You yelled back at him. The day had been filled with nothing but screaming at one another for reasons so stupid you couldn’t even explain to a friend.
It had all started when Niall woke up this morning, he was a little on edge from the stress to begin with from having to write and record another album while on tour for the second year in a row. On the outside, he might have seemed put together, but once you crack the surface, it was like a tsunami of emotions pouring out of him. And he snapped on you, just as you asked him a simple question about cleaning the house. He turned into a ranting bull, spewing things he wouldn’t dare say to you on any terms. He just cracked.
This made me cry