-cassisgrass:

Cassie felt the blood pound in her ears and she swore she was blushing out of fury while he was talking, her eyebrows furrowing and she bit her lip to keep from saying anything. It was things like that that reminded Cass exactly how much she hated that blonde bitch. She didn’t know what Niall was talking about with Louis, but Cassie had no doubt in her mind Brett was probably using him for fame. She looked like a gold-digger and she was as real as Pam Anderson’s tits, so it wouldn’t be a shock if that was the case.

Cassie was suddenly over-protective of Niall like how she always was when she heard or saw what Brett would do to him. It hurt her to see him that upset, and she swore she’d use her pretty pink heels for more than just walking the next time she saw Britch.

She reached over to him, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers before she looked up at him. “This is so cliche, but don’t listen to her, Niall. Obviously, she’s a gold-digging tramp and I don’t trust her as far as I can pick her up and throw her, but honestly. You can’t let her talk to you like that, especially since she’s completely wrong.

You’re singing’s ace and you’re a dime in a dozen, love. And lazy my ass; who’s the one who’s always going out of his way to make someone smile? Who’s the one who’s always doing something, even as small as getting an extra fanta or whatever for his friends? You. If she can’t see that, obviously this bitch is blind and…” Cass sighed, trying not to sound harsh but failing when she said: “I’ll destroy her.”

Niall looked down at their hands interlocked. He looked up at her as she spoke. A sad face was automatically put on his face when she said that.

‘I’ll destroy her’

He shook his head quickly. He honestly liked it when Cassie was protective over him. It actually made him feel good about himself and like someone actually loved him. Niall looked down at the ground. Even if Cassie tried to hurt Brett, Everyone knew Cassie wouldn’t win. Brett was about three years older than her. He shook his head once again. “I don’t think you should say that, Cass. It’s no big deal. Brett is three years older than you. Plus it doesn’t hurt me..” Niall trailed off, knowing that was a lie. “Just forget her, alright? I can fight my own battles.” He reassured her, started to caress the back of her hand with his thumb.

Niall slowly lifted up her hand pressing his lips to her soft skin gently before pulling his hand away from hers. He looked away, out the window. He stayed quiet for the rest of the ride.