brett-turner:

The lack of reaction from Niall was so infuriating. She wanted him to blow up and call her a liar so she could push him against a wall and threaten to kill him. The only time she was happy was when she was around the boys as a group—otherwise she was always so furious. The media often called her bitchy Brett or even Britch. It didn’t bother her at all. She knew what she wanted, and it wasn’t fame, or fortune, or Louis. And she was going to stop at nothing to get it. She stepped closer into the dressing room, slamming the door shut with her ankle behind her so no one would interrupt. 

“I have it in my mind to ask Louis to kick you out, Niall,” she sneered, fists clenched. “You don’t belong in this group. You don’t work for it! You’re a lazy ass bastard who never, ever, does anything!” Her voice was rising until she was practically screaming. She heard a whispered comment under his breath but couldn’t detect what it was. Her hazel eyes flashed.

“You think you can control me because you know a few little secrets? You’re wrong.”  

When she said that, He shook his head. His eyes on the ground. Maybe Niall was afraid that if he looked her in the eyes, she would be angry. His eyes met in the middle. A hint of anger and sadness filled his light eyes. How could she be so cruel? But sometimes Niall understood why. He had something against that was big, something no one else knew but Niall. Guess Niall was such a smart person. He clasped his own fingers together, placing them onto his lap. “You can’t do that,” He simply stated in a quiet tone. Niall looked up at her. His eyes not leaving her face.

He quickly stood up from the couch. “A little secret?” He said with a raised eyebrow. “You’re using Louis to get to Zayn and Zayn doesn’t even like you. You’re acting like a huge… slut.” He managed to come up with. Niall didn’t exactly know why he was speakling up now but he has been holding it in for such a long time.

“You’re rude and disrespectful. You’re.. fake.” He said before somewhat walking towards her so he could leave. “This may be my dressing room but I’m leaving.” Niall noted in a husky whisper, walking past her.