I brushed my teeth then made my way downstairs, I was craving chocolate so I decided to make some toast and Nutella, i made some tea then went into the living room and switch on the tv, I was about to bite into my second slice of bread when a drunk Niall come stumbling into the house slamming the door behind him, I took out his shoes dropping it right by the door, I rolled my eyes knowing I'm the one that has to pick it up, he passed behind the couch towards the kitchen and just ruffled my hair with his hand like I was some kind of fucking dog, I placed the plate on the coffee table, I struggle to bend down to pick up his shoes, I slowly walked up the stairs and rest in shoes in the closet, as I was walking out he came into the room,
Niall-"it wouldn't kill you to make breakfast"
You-"I'm sorry.."
I said quietly,
Niall-"you're sorry? Sorry isn't gonna put food on my plate"
He yelled, I flinched then walked pass him, I walked downstairs into the kitchen and began whipping up some pancakes, tears streaming my eyes, I finished making pancakes and just laid them onto the counter, I went upstairs and stood by the doorframe of our bedroom,
You-"I made breakfast.."
I said then walked into the guess room, I heard the bedroom door shut then his foot steps down the stairs, I laid on the bed sobbing quietly into the pillow, then shortly drifted to sleep.
