Harry:
Harry had been in a grumpy mood all day, even when Niall came over. Niall thought it was kind of weird too but the two of you decided to just leave him be and not push anything. You thought it would be nice to bring the boys some drinks while they were watching the game, so you grabbed a couple beers from the fridge and brought them to the living room.
“Thanks (Y/N),” Niall smiled as you handed it to him.
“No problem Niall, Harry you want one?” you asked, holding the bottle out for him.
“Did I ask for it?” he said sarcastically, looking at you with raised eyebrows.
“Well… no, but-”
“Then I don’t fucking want it,” he said, cutting you off. You were a bit taken back by his behavior.
“Mate, she was just trying to be nice,” Niall spoke, trying to defend you.
“She’s always trying to be nice Niall! And you know what (Y/N), I’m sick of it and I’m sick of you always bothering me. All the time!” He stood up.
“You’re so fucking clingy so back the fuck off and leave me alone!” he shouted, shoving you out of the way, making you lose your balance and fall to the ground. Your head made contact with the hardwood floor with a loud sound but Harry didn’t even turn, he just walked out of the room. You groaned, the pain in the back of your head radiating to the front. Niall got up off the couch, helping you sit up.
“(Y/N), are you okay?” You sniffled, feeling the need to cry come off strong. You didn’t hold back, sobbing into your hands while Niall rubbed your back. Harry still hadn’t shown himself, but you didn’t really want to be around him right now.
“He didn’t mean it (Y/N)…” Niall soothed.
“He’s just having a bad day.”
“That’s no excuse Niall!” He could only nod his head not knowing what to say. You weren’t sure if you could forgive Harry for this.
Niall:
Harry and you dragged the highly intoxicated Niall through the front door of your house. You weren’t sure how he had gotten that drunk that fast but he did. And now he could barely stand.
“Don’t touch me,” he grumbled, ripping his arm out of Harry’s grasp but he kept a firm grasp. You were struggling to keep a hold of him yourself.
“I said don’t touch me!” Niall said louder, pulling out of Harry’s grasp. He turned to look at you and had a look of intense anger.
“Let go!” he roared, the back of his hand flying into your face. He hit you flat in the nose. Hard. You quickly let go of his arm and cupped your hands over your nose. When you pulled them away, they were covered in blood.
Niall, being in the drunken state he was, he let out a laugh and said, “Who the hell are you?”
You were shocked. The tears gathered in your eyes as you placed your hands back over your nose. Harry grabbed a towel from the kitchen and gave it to you to hold on your bloody face. He helped Niall to the couch before coming back over to you.
“(Y/N) are you okay?” You shook your head, the cold droplets leaking down your cheeks.
“Hey, hey…” He pulled you into a hug, not worrying about the blood.
“I’ll stay here tonight okay? You go up to bed and I’ll make sure he doesn’t go anywhere okay?” You nodded into his shoulder, thanking him quietly before heading up to bed. It was going to me an interesting morning.
