5 minutes of fame

Kayla has always been bullied for her weight at school. On a daily basis she comes home to her parents arguing about money. She has nobody to open up to, until her life takes a spin when she sends a suicidal tweet to Niall Horan. Who changes her life.


25. The fight

Harry's P.O.V 

When Kayla ran to the elevator, I didn't even bother going back after her. What's the point anyway? She is not going to want to speak to me any more  and I was getting really annoyed by her attitude towards me. Maybe I was acting like this because of those few shots I took before coming over here, or maybe I was just done with girls. Whatever, I had problems of mine own. Screw girls and their insecurities. 

I knocked on Niall's door and he greeted me with a huge grin on his face. He looked at me from head to toe and said,

"You look like a wreck."

"Thanks, nice seeing you too." I mumbled and walked in, not waiting for Niall to invite me.

"Tea, coffee... booze?" Niall asked

"Lots and lots of booze, my man." I said as he walked to his mini bar. I followed him and sat on a bar stool.

"By the way mate, your girlfriend is a psycho."

Niall's face tensed up. He looked up and faced me and quietly said, "What did you say?"

"Dude, she has anger management issues, for real." I slurred my words as I took a shot. I regretted taking those 3 shots earlier today. It was not helping me think straight.

"What the fuck happened? Is Kayla okay?"Niall screamed in my face. I'm glad I didn't go deaf.

"She's fine. I called her a fat-ass by mistake. I'm sure it wasn't the first time someone called her that." I said without looking up at Niall and took another shot.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL HER?!" Niall's face gone pale then it got red.

"Why does it matter."

Before I could take another shot, I felt a wild burn on my cheekbone. I nearly fell out of my stool. 

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?" I look up at Niall while rubbing my cheek bone.


"FUCK YOU!" I shout at him

Niall heads towards the door and stops before opening it.

"No Harry, fuck you!." 

The slam of the makes my shot glass spill all over the counter. 

"Shit." I hiss under my breath.

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