brett-turner:

“Stop!” Yelled Brett, completely in shock. “What did you just call me?” She was completely frozen in spot. It had haunted her mind, and it was at the tips of everyone’s lips, but only the nicest one in the group—Niall, of all people—had dared to say it. “Did you just call me fake? And a slut?” She was screaming now, her hand clamped on his shoulder. So maybe she wanted everyone to see her for some sweet little girl who donated to charity and was best friends with everyone. And maybe she wasn’t really like that. But it wasn’t fake. And she was not a slut.

“Yes,” she said, stepping closer, and her hair falling into her eyes. “I am using Louis to get to Zayn. It doesn’t make me a slut at all. I want Zayn, and I’m fighting for him. Isn’t that supposed to be romantic?” Brett was so angry, she could hardly form words. “Whatever,” she barked, pushing Niall away with her palms. “Go run back to your girlfriend.”

With that, she turned on one boot heel and stalked away, steam pouring out of her ears by the bucket load. 

He fell forward a few steps, not falling on his face. Niall shook his head. Now he felt bad. He really shouldn’t of said that. It was kind of rude of Niall. He looked at the ground for a few seconds, wondering what to do next. Niall looked around his shoulder. He felt like actually crying but he bit down on his bottom lip, holding in the waterworks. Niall shook his head, walking forward. He followed Brett. A frown on his face. 

Niall wrapped his hand around her elbow, making her spin around so she was facing him. “I didn’t mean to call you a slut. I said you were acting like one.” He simply said, letting her go now. “And I don’t have a girlfriend so your argument is invalid.” He added before walking past her, accidentally hitting her shoulder with his.