PhenomoNiall

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Tears stain your cheeks as you fight to pull your gaze away from the magazine. But you can't seem to manage that. Even when your eyes are on something else or hidden by your eyelids, the picture is etched into your brain and it shows up everywhere. The hand holding, the smile on his face and the look of hopefulness in her eyes. He promised you forever. But he had cheated on you.
"Babes," his voice rang through the room. "Supper's ready."
"I'm not hungry," you snap, dryly and harshly, not worrying about anyone's feelings but your owns.
"What's wrong?" Niall asked, immediately sensing your tears and coming to sit besides you on the couch. He took no time wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him, but you pushed him away and crawled to the other end of the sofa.
"Get your hands off of me!" You shout, shoving the magazine at him before tugging your knees to your chest.
"What's going on?" Niall took the magazine and examined the front page. "What the hell is this?"
"Don't act innocent," you said. "You know it's true. I know it's true. It's okay. We're over and you can go live happily ever after with your green-eyed princess."
With the loud cackle that escaped his mouth, you stood up and chucked a pillow at him. "Shut up! Shut up, Niall!"
His eyes were shocked as he lightly caught the pillow and held it against his chest. "Y-You actually think I'm cheating on you?"
You threw your arms in the air and let them fall again and slap against your thighs. "I don't know what else to think? I mean, the proof is in the picture. You're holding hands and your smiling like your on top of the world. And look at her! She's all like 'Look at me! I'm holding hands with a mega-superstar who has a girlfriend.'" By now, the tears were unsustainable and they poured over at rocket speed. You didn't bother wiping then away because they would just be replaced by even more fresh ones.
Niall stood up and stalked towards you. "That's not what happened," he whispered, disappointment and hurt standing out through his Irish accent. "Do you really think I would do that to you?"
"I didn't!" You screech. Anyone could tell you were crying and you had to hold onto the edge of the couch because you were becoming weaker as your breaths became faster. The thought of Niall cheating on you always brought tears to the back of your eyes, but you never thought he would really do it. You were positive he wouldn't, but now there was proof. And the proof made you unable to control yourself as you stood there, letting out loud obnoxious sobs. "I never thought you would until I came home to that!"
He grabbed your hands. "Babes, I'm not cheating on you. She isn't who you think she is."
You rip your hands away and stare up at him. "Who is she then?"
Tears were in his eyes, too, but from the feelings inside, they were unbelievable to you. He wasn't really upset. He probably just wanted you to think that so he could have you and the other girl. He could have you, the other girl, and any other woman on the planet.
"She's Liam’s sister," Niall explained.
Before you could stop what was happening, your hand was slapped across Niall's face. The sound of skin connecting played through your ears and a small gasp escaped your lips because of your actions, but you only showed weakness for a second before you realized that what you had done wasn't wrong. He deserved that. He wasn't the man that you loved, anymore. He was the man who had betrayed you and played you like a guitar.
"I don't believe you for a second!" You shouted.
Niall's hand was held to his face as he whispered, "Why not? I love you. Why would I lie to you?"
"You don't love me, Niall! You just want me to think that. That's the worst lie I've ever heard!"
"B-But it's true, babes." He dropped his hands to his sides and he kept his gaze on you. His eyes were filled with confusion and sadness and tears that were gently streaming over his waterline, through his long eyelashes and down his reddened cheeks.
"Well, then what really happened?" The last thing you wanted to have happen was for him to prove you wrong, but you were so sure that he couldn't do that. He couldn't show you that he was right and he hadn't cheated on you, because you knew it was true.
"Liam and his mum were out to dinner to catch up. They were hung up at the restaurant and needed someone to pick his sister up from the airport. He just called me and asked me. I said yes. I was being polite." Niall's voice was so low and you could barely hear it over your sobs and sniffles, but you could make out the words he was saying. Knowing you so well, he explained all of the other questions you had. "I was holding her hand because there was a ton of paparazzi around and I was smiling because she was asking me about you. She was asking how you were doing and what my plans were for our future together."
His words sounded too cheesy and cliche in your own head. You weren't thinking and slapped him again. This time, you let the regret take over and your jaw dropped as both cheeks turned red on your boyfriend's face. Your jaw hung open as he flinched in pain.
"Niall," you whisper. "I'm so sorry."
He shook his head and smiled lightly. "I can't believe you thought I would ever do that to you, babes. I love you. And I promised you forever and..." He trailed off as he seemed to get lost in thought. "And...I was planning to do this next week...over a romantic dinner, but it doesn't matter to me, as
long as I get the answer I'm looking for." Niall looked nervous as he kneeled down on his right knee. "Babes? Will you marry me?"
Everything had happened so fast. Finding the magazine. Crying about the magazine. Fighting with Niall and slapping him twice. Making up in the blink of an eye and now he was proposing. You gasped as he stared up at you, eyes pleading and sending love through his eyelashes and messy blonde hair. You are unable to make any words, so you just nod your head and pull him to a standing position again and slamming your body against his, feeling the warmth that you had so desired through the argument.
"I love you too much to ever even think about hurting you. You know that, right?" Niall whispered in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine and causing goosebumps to pop up on every inch of your body. You nod. "I know, Niall. I'm sorry. I love you."
With those words, Niall picked you up, bridal style and carried you into the kitchen of your London flat. He sat you down at the table where you shared a gourmet meal of tacos and beers and the only thought in you mind was how things could not get any better.

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