Bree's POV

The boy’s sound check and the show went well, as usual. I didn’t get to see much, actually, but from all the loud screaming I could tell that it had gone pretty good. The boys were also commenting how awesome the crowd was when they got back to the green room, so that gave it away too.

I’m still feeling a bit sad because of what happened earlier. After sound check, Niall didn’t tell me anything, but I know he was checking on me if I had my phone out because when I did he would ask what was I doing, but I was just texting Emily. I told her a bit about what was going on because I honestly didn’t want to talk about it, but I knew that I had to tell someone anytime soon.

“Is everyone ready to go back to the hotel?” Uncle Paul asks. After everyone replied with a ‘yes’, we all grab our stuff and walk towards the tour bus. The drive to the hotel took about 15 minutes. I have to say, those were the longest 15 minutes of my life. I stayed quiet the whole ride there, but gladly no one really noticed. I am a quiet girl after all.

When we get to the hotel, we all get out of the bus and make our way to our room. Liam, Louis and Harry were talking about taking a shower and then coming back downstairs to have some drinks. Zayn said that maybe he would join later and Niall just looks at me, asking me without words if I wanted to join. I just shrug, but at that exact moment the elevator door opens and everyone continues walking to their rooms.

“Want to stay with me in my room?” Niall asks, putting his hand in my lower back.

“You’re not going to get some drinks?” I ask back, and he shrugs.

“I can join later, but I want to be with you first,” He says with a smile. It only took that to make me smile again. It was a little smile, but at least it was one. With that, we make our way to his room. He opens the door and closes it once we’re inside. I walk towards the bed and sit down in it, my back pressed to the headboard. “Let me just take a quick shower and I’ll join you, okay?” He says. I nod and then he walks towards the shower, but not before pecking my lips lightly first.

I turn on the T.V to kill some time and about 10 minutes later, Niall is out the shower. He has just a towel wrapped around his hips and I can’t help but look at his well fit body. I know he saw me staring because he walked back into the bathroom with his clothe and a big smirk on his lips. After that I could do was turn back to the T.V and blush horribly. A few minutes later, Niall was out again and with a big smile on his lips he sat down by my side on the bed.

“What are you watching?” He asks after kissing my head.

I shrug. “I have no idea what these cartoons are,” I reply honestly.

He chuckles and then takes the remote control. After going through some other channels he turned the T.V off because there was nothing interesting to watch. “What do you want to do?” He asks.

“Whatever you want to do,” I reply, scooting closer to him and resting my head on his shoulder.

“We can just… talk, if you feel like it,” He suggest, taking my hand in his, intertwining our fingers.

“Sure,” I reply, looking up at him. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Uh… I was hoping you could tell me,” He replies, making me chuckle lightly. A few seconds passes by and we don’t say anything to each other, but then it hits me.

“Can I ask you a question?” I ask.

“You already did,” He replies, chuckling.

“No, but seriously…” I say, this time turning to him so I can see his face.

He turns to look at me and nods. “Of course,” He smiles. “You can ask me anything you want, babe,” He adds.

“Why do you get annoyed when I get upset because of the hate I get?” I ask.

He frowns. “I—”

“Don’t lie to me. I know you do get annoyed,” I say, cutting him off. “I know you, Niall. I know you well enough to tell when you are annoyed.”

He sighs. “I just don’t get why you get so upset,” He replies. Wait, what? How am I not going to get upset? People are saying extremely mean things to you. Some are even telling you to go die that nobody will care. How is that not going to make me feel upset?

“How could I not get upset?” I reply. “You have read what people are saying to me. How is that not going to affect me?”

“What I mean is that you shouldn’t care what people think or say about you,” He says. “You and the people around you know who you really are and that you are not what any of those crazy girls say you are. They don’t even know you, Bree. How can you believe that if they don’t even know you?” He says. I guess he’s right there, but still, I bet everyone could get affected by those mean comments. “I get hate all the time, Bree. Do you see me getting upset?”

“But that’s because you are so carefree,” I reply. “I’m not like you, Nia—”

“Because I believe in what I just told you!” He says, this time raising his voice. “Just stop paying attention to all those hate comments. They don’t define you and everyone who really supports you won’t believe them,” He adds, and I don’t know if he is getting mad at me or if it’s just me.

“I can’t,” I reply, my voice getting louder as well. I just won’t let him speak like that to me. He has no right to get mad at me for what I believe. “I can’t be like you, Niall. I just can’t.”

“But you can try, Bree,” He replies. Yup, he’s mad at me now. I never thought I would get to see an angry Niall. His face is getting red and by now we are both screaming at each other. I stand up from the bed as he keeps saying things to me. The same things he said before of how I should not care, but I’m done with this. I didn’t come to his room to fight and if he is going to continue to speak to me like that then I will leave. I just won’t allow it.

“You have no right to get mad at me or to get annoyed of what I think or what I believe,” I say, my voice still loud as his. “And you have no right to speak to me like that either,” I add.

“I am not mad at you,” He replies, his voice still loud as mine.

“Then why are you talking to me like that?” I say, my eyes getting teary by now. I just can’t believe he thinks that way. I can’t believe he doesn’t respect my decisions or my thoughts. So what if I care about the hate I get? He should be there making me feel better, not making me feel worst by saying all this things. He lets out a loud sigh and rakes his hair with his fingers in frustration. “Call me when you calm down because I won’t allow you to be talking to me like that.” I say and before he can speak another word, I get out of his room and walk straight to mine.

After I’m inside, I close the door and go straight to my bed. I lay on it facing down, covering my face in my arms. I really can’t believe what just happened. My first fight with my boyfriend. It sucks, really, but nobody said it would never happen. And I know it won’t be the last one either, but I can’t help but feel bad about it. And as I keep thinking about it, I can’t help but feel even worst. So bad that I even start crying, and I can’t stop the tears from falling down.

The worst part is that there is no one to make me feel better, because that person… that one person who is always there for me is the one I just got into a fight with.

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Uh oh.

Bree and Niall just got into their first fight! :o

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