troublemaker ➢ horan

p a r t x

k h y l e i n

we lay side by side, on the verge of sleeping on his bed.

"babe.."

"yeah?" i reply looking up at him.

"what are you doing at uni?"

"i want to become a scientist, why?"

"I think that's-"

"what niall? what is it?"

"oh nothing"

"grow some balls and tell me for fucks sake"

" it's just that, i think you're wasting your life on science" he mutters

"what do you mean?"

"if you become a scientist, you wont have time for me"

"oh my god" i groan sitting up

"what? khy tell me what's so wrong about having an opinion."

"oh nothing. it always have to be about you. mr superstar. no who cares about the girls opinion, lets just ask mr popstar"

"baby.."

"no dont call me baby, in fact never call me again"

i stormed out of his room and onto the streets, the tears threatening to spill. i looked left and right before crossing the street. 

great niall was my ride.

i had to walk all the way back to the dorms alone. like how it used to be.

and forever will be.