You woke up alone.
There was no sign that your boyfriend was recently in bed, his side was cold, not having his hot body was what woke you up.
You knew that he had gotten up to train, but when you see the time on your cell phone, you knew that he was done doing it.
You get out of bed and drag your bare feet to downstairs, going into the kitchen where you think Niall might be.
"Good morning, love." You say when you see him sitting on one of the benches on one side of the island, he is drinking a coffee while staring at a paper full of crossed out sentences.
He doesn't respond, he doesn't even look up to look at you even knowing you're wearing one of his shirts, and he loves seeing you in just his shirts. But it doesn't bother you, because you know his focused on writing.
You take your breakfast by his side without disturbing him, checking your Instagram feed until your cup and plate are empty. You get up from the chair to carry the dishes to the sink and decide to wash it later.
Niall didn't look at you once.
"Ni, how about we watch a movie later? When you're done with your writing." You say, trying to be nice enough so that he doesn't notice that you're a bit angry.
He just shrugs, not looking at you.
"Hey, what's wrong?" You say worried.
"Just leave me alone, okay?" He responds defensively. "You distract me."
"Niall, what the fuck." you say, crossing your arms. "I've been nothing but nice to you and you treat me like that for no reason, fuck off."
"I can't concentrate if I have your irritating voice talking to me!" He says, dropping the pen angrily and for the first time, he looks at you. "I'm fucking tired of you!"
His blue eyes are darker and redder, but you don't know if it's from anger or because he was crying. But right now you don't want to know.
"You know?" You say, getting closer to the kitchen exit. "Maybe my friends were right, you're an asshole."
He doesn't look at you when you walk out of the kitchen frame, and you burst into tears, what was his problem?
...
The tears had already stopped falling down your face, but the cold trail was still there, and you didn't spend to clean it when your boyfriend entered your shared room.
"Petal." He said, approaching you but you didn't lift your head from the pillow. "Baby, I'm sorry.
Niall lies next to you and comes to hug you around the waist and rests his head on your back, and you feel the tears wet your shirt.
"Heartbreak Weather has no Grammy nominations. "He whispers in your ear, and you roll onto your back to look into his eyes.
Now you understand, they were red from crying.
"And I know I shouldn't have gotten mad at you, but I've been trying hard to be valued by them, and they just don't." He sobs, and you hug him. "Even Harry has three nominations, and I love him and I'm very proud of him, but why not me?"
Your heart broke.
"Ni, you don't have to blame yourself, they are the morons who don't realize what they're missing." You caress his back from top to bottom while he clings to your (his) shirt. "You already have hundreds of Grammys won for me, love."
"I love you." He says, popping his head from your neck to look at you. "I love you so much, I'm not tired of you, I never could. You don't distract me, if it weren't for you, many of my songs wouldn't exist."
"I love you more, I'm glad you didn't get tired of me because you're stuck with me forever." You caress his long brown locks.
"I would never want it any other way."
