brett-turner:

Brett tucked a blonde curl behind her ear. The satisfying sound of her clunky black boots against the ceramic floor clipped through the air, sharp and alerting. Her blue dress brushed against her knee caps, and the itchy fabric on the inside scratched her thighs. It was exactly the most comfortable outfit, but in the math of fashion and the big time, appearance was greater than comfort. The blonde was starved and on her way to get some sort of food to quench her hunger. She had about reached the fridge when she heard a soft melody coming nearby. The voice was easily recognizable. Niall.

Of all the boys, Niall was her obvious least favorite—because he knew everything. About, well, everything. Somehow it had slipped out and from there it was disaster. Anger burned in the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t stand listening to him, and she was so full of anger. She needed a release. So she stormed into the room.

“You call that singing?” Brett barked, folding her arms across her chest. “Do you know how off pitch that was?” She didn’t even wait for a reaction; she just kept on going. “You’re the only who doesn’t even have a pinch of talent.”  

Niall turned his head as he heard that familiar voice. Brett. He didn’t have a problem with her but she had a problem with him. The only thing Niall didn’t like about her was how she was such a fake. It will hurt when he sees Louis hurt when he finds out the truth. Niall was just trying to be a good friend. His eyebrows met in the middle. A groan escaping his lips. Figures as much, Brett would start a fight about his singing. In his opinion, He didn’t like listening to her be so rude to him but he dealt with it. Niall would never say anything rude back because he was actually a nice person but mostly because he was shy too. 

He stood up from the couch in his dressing room. “I didn’t know you were listening,” He simply said with a raise of his eyebrow. Niall narrowed his sparkling eyes. “But it’s really not like you can do anything better.” He whispered, hoping Brett wouldn’t hear the comment. That wouldn’t be good. Soon, Niall will be getting hurt physically and just emotionally but he doubted it.

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” He mumbled between his lips. Niall took a seat back down on the couch, crossing his arms on his chest. He looked up at her, expecting her to just leave. “And this my dressing room.”