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“You have to let me in that club! Please!” I begged like a little kid begging to gain entrance to a kiddie play-park, only, I wasn’t there to play.

“Sorry, you’re under-aged, we can’t do that,” one of the big muscled men said.

I was frantic and unshed tears were beginning to collect at the rims of my eyes, “Please!” I begged. “My best friend is inside there, drinking himself senseless! I have to get him out of there before he gets himself into trouble.”

The two men looked at each other then looked at me. “Fine, but I’m coming with you, just incase you’re lying.”

“Thank you!” I rushed inside and one of the men followed me inside. The place was dark and I didn’t like it one bit. I disliked clubs.

“What does he look like?” the man asked. 

“Blonde. He’s about 5’7,” I said. The guy nodded and looked around as I did as well.

“Niall, you have to stop!” I heard Harry’s voice over the music and I looked at the bar where Harry and Liam were towering over Niall who was taking another swig from his drink.

I pulled the man’s sleeve and pointed at the bar. He followed me to where the boys were.

Harry and Liam looked at me in a hopeless manner. “He’s drunk senseless!” Liam said.

I looked at Niall and pulled him by his collar to face me. “Niall!” Nothing. “Niall James Horan!” I tried to shake him as hard as I could but at his drunk state, he was heavier than 3 sacks of potatoes. “Niall, don’t ignore me! Wake up! What happened to the guy who told me that the only way to get a leprechaun’s pot of gold on the end of the rainbow was to kiss them? What have you done to my best friend?” I practically screamed at him. “Niall! Don’t f**king ignore me!” I was probably crying coz Liam put his hand on my shoulder, “Relax,” he mouthed, but as much as I wanted to follow him, I couldn’t. I looked back at Niall, who’s eyes were half closed and taking another swig from his glass. 

I took his glass, prying it from his hands and that’s when he looked at me, “What the f**k are you doing?” Surprisingly, his words were clear enough to understand.

“Making you stop,” I said. “Let’s go,” I pulled on his arm but he didn’t budge. “Niall, don’t do this to yourself!”

“Doing what? A continuation of what you would do in the su-su-succeeding days to come? I’m just bracing myself for impact, love-a-dove,” he slurred and stuttered.

“What’re you talking about?” I demanded.

“Oh, so Ms. Unsure doesn’t know?” I flinched at what he called me. He pounded his fist and reflexively, I looked to see if the big muscled guy was still there. He was. “You,” he pointed at me, “Hurt this,” he pointed to the left side of his chest. “You had to leave the summer we made a promise to never leave each other’s side.” He hiccuped and then pointed at me again, “You shattered this,” he pointed to the left side of his chest again. 

I knew what he was talking about. The promise we made when I was 7 turning 8 in 3 days, he was 11. He actually made a joke about that. How the promise would never be broken coz 7-11 was a good combination. Of course, he was wrong. We left and moved. I broke the promise. I just stood there, not saying a word.

“And when, when, when I thought I almost forgot about the shattered pieces, you came back, didn’t you?” He said. “Came back to remind me how you f**king broke the promise.”

“It’s not my fault we had to leave! What did you expect and 8 year old to do? Sneak out of the car just before they leave? Only to find out in the middle of the trip that their only daughter is left behind?” I yelled.

“You know, I never did like you.” He said.

It was like I was punched, “What?”

“I never did like you. I only started being your friend because Greg said that I had a crush on you and that the first step to do was be your friend. I was stupid enough to do what he said.” He reached for the glass I took away from him which was a good meter away from him, but he still managed to reach it and take another swig, “When I first met you, you never talked. At all. You were like your parent’s puppy dog. And we started to talk and you’d laugh at my jokes, you had a weird laugh. And when, when, when we got closer as friends, you showed more of yourself but you were worse than a woman on PMS. In the morning you’re all sunshine when we played. After lunch, it’s like someone rained on your parade. And, and, and when you played soccer, when you ran, it was like your arms were flapping like a chicken and—-“

“That’s enough, Niall!” Harry took hold of me as if shielding me from hi words. 

“Did you know she was al-al-always over analyzing things? She’s Ms. Unsure and she’s always afraid of what people thought about her? F**king hell, she might’ve wanted to be Little Ms. Perfect, didn’t you?” He looked me dead in the eyes.

“So what if I wanted to be Little Ms. Perfect, huh, Niall? That was the only way I could think of so that I was sure people liked me, and that word would reach to my parents and they’d be proud of me. Niall, I grew up with kids my age teasing me and telling me I was never good enough! I sucked all of those in and never did a thing because I didn’t want my parents to tell me that whatever I did was immature and inappropriate and that they were ashamed of what I’ve done. Niall, trying to be Little Ms. Perfect was the only way I could assure myself that people would like me.”

“I hate perfect. Perfect is boring. That’s why I don’t like you.” He said.

I loosened Harry’s hold on me, “You know what Niall, I may be Ms. Unsure coz I’m unsure of myself but I’m never unsure of anyone. You proved me wrong.” I took my wallet out and took half of what I have in it and placed it on the counter top and called for the bartender, “I may always loose hope on myself, Niall, but I have never lost hope on anyone. Not until tonight. You taught me a valuable lesson. I should never give such high hopes to people coz in the end, they’ll just bring it down.” I looked at the bartender, “Give him anything he wants. On me,” I said as I handed him the money, he didn’t argue. Niall looked at me then looked away. I then looked at Harry and Liam and gave them the a part of what was left in the wallet, leaving some for my ride back home, “That’s my share of the hospital bill when he gets there.”

I faced the big muscled guy and he nodded and he escorted me back outside. “Some best friend you’ve got there,” he said.

“Well, he’s gotta balance out my Little Ms. Perfect-ness, doesn’t he?” I said grimly. 

I felt a hand grab me and turned me around, it was Niall. He took me hand and slapped money onto it, “I don’t need your money. You already did me the favor of being the reason I was here in the club, anyway.” He then turned around and went back inside. 

“You want me to get you a cab?” The big guy who went with me inside offered.

“It’s fine, I could get one myself,” I said.

“Nonsense,” He went to the sidewalk and started to hail a cab, which thankfully, there was.

“Thanks,” I said as he opened the door for me.

“It’s the least I could do,” he said as he closed the door and the taxi man asked, “Where to?” 

I gave out the address and the taxi drove off.

The taxi man had the radio on, I was thankful for the lack of silence, until my phone rang with an unknown caller ID, “Hello?”

“Winn, it’s about Niall.”

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So… I had this scenario mapped out in my head for some time and I just thought maybe I could make this into a long One Shot… So I did. At 3 in the morning -_-” Thanks for taking time to read it. :)

What do you think about it?

x x x Alex

THIS ^^^ Just made me break down in tears. I love our little Irish Man :”)

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imagine-with-1d:

-Lucas (Andie)

naughty-nialller:

OMG cryin, dis iz soooo sad~

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whatyouchonndhu:

larryexposed:

monitchka:

boobearlovescurlyhair:

I don’t know if this is true or not. But if it is… I just don’t know what to say… My heart is shattered and on the floor.

And the tears streaming down my face.

hahaha oh you Larry shippers, this is pretty cute, just like a fluffy heart breaking fanfic.

vashappeninlove:

harrystyles-boxers:

on the computer-

In the car-

In the shower-

15 minutes later-

 

Bed time-

Wait this is so accurate it’s scary

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1directionutopia:

…I’m losing hope.

letsmakebabiestomlinson:

fuck

wetforlouis:

DOES HE DO IT ON PURPOSE???

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