Skinny Love- Harry/Niall Triangle

"I don't want to go" "C'mon, Maci! This is just what you need" "But i don't wanna" I whinned and He gave me his adorable puppy dog face, making me cave. "Fine" I groaned "But only for an hour or so" I pointed an accusing finger at him and he put his hands up in surender as I went to get dressed.
I was completly drunk as I could possibly could get at the moment, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't remember anything that would happen tonight. Niall was right, this was exactly what I needed. 'Your Body' was blaring through the club speakers as I danced with a guy I met earlier, and had been dancing with all night, Ryan. "Wanna go back to my place?" He yelled over the music. I grinned and nodded, grebbing his hand, following him through the crowd of sweaty people. "What the hell are you doing?" Someone whispered, venim coming out in every word. I stared up at Niall, the one who was now cutting of my blood circulation to my arm from his tight hold on my upper arm. "Hey, Dude, Let go of my girl" Ryan interfered, putting a hand on Niall's chest, Niall towering over Ryan's 5'9" Frame, concidering Niall was just under 6'.
"How about you let go of my girl, Dude" He said, getting closer to him. "Niall" I calmly said, putting a hand on his chest. This deffinitally sobered me up. No doubt was I gonna remember this. "What?" Niall snapped, making me shrink under his gorgeous blue eyes, full of anger. "Your hurtinng me" I basically wispered. He looked down at his firm grip on my arm, dropping it, and pushing his way through the crowd, I'm guessing out to get a cab. "Where were we?" Ryan smirked, bringing me closer. "Just, back off, alright?" I sassed, pushing him away, and squirming out of his grasp around my waist. I could still see Niall's blonde hair moving through the crown if I stood on my tippy-toes.
I followed behind him outside. I pushed through sweaty people, and hormonal boys trying to grab me. I swung open the door, looking around the sidewalk, trying to see where Niall ran off to. I could hear the loud thumping of 'I Cry- Dubstep' inside the club. I quickly looked behind me, hearing more people exiting the club. Only turning out to be a bunch of blonde bimbo's hanging all over Ryan. I rolled my eyes, pulling out my safe haven. I put it up to my mouth, pulling out my lighter and lighting it up. I sucked in, blowing out all the stress that this whole Month had put on me. I closed my eyes, sighing happily. 2 more months and I would have been a whole year free of cigarettes. This whole month was worth a whole year of them. I promised Harry that I would quit, but he didn't keep his promise-that I wasn't just another girl- so why should I keep mine? I put it back to my lips as someone came to stand next to me. I looked over, not being able to see who it was from the dark night. I turned back towards the street, 'Die Young-Dubstep' playing inside. I nodded my head to the beat. "Want one?" I asked the stranger next to me, showing my cigarette. "Nah, I'm good" I noticed the voice and sighed, leaning my head back. "I just needed one, Okay? You don't understand how much stress this whole break-up, and month has put me through. Harry cheating, My Grandpa's death, Mom finding a new guy, trying to cope without my bestfriend here with me. Everything" I let one tear fall, hoping Niall wouldn't notice. But he did, concidering he was watching my every move. I quickly wiped it with the back of my free hand. Niall sighed, taking the Cigarette from my hand and throwing it on the ground stepping on it. "You don't need that, I'm always here for you Honey" He cupped my face, smiling at me, wipping my cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm suppose to be mad at you" He laughed, making me smile through my tears. "Let's get you home" He got us a cab, guiding me into it, his hands on my waist. "Thank You, Niall" I looked away from the window, over to him on the other side of the cab. "For?" He asked and I shrugged "Everything. Your just a really good... Friend" I nodded and he smiled. "Thats what friends are for" He smiled, patting my knee and looking back to the window.
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

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