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- My hand immediately pulled back and slapped him hard across the face, knowing it stung from how my had stung. "Fuck you, Niall!" I snapped before I turned away from him and stormed back down the steps and towards the door. "Don't come fucking running back the second your little boyfriend bores you again! I'm Niall fucking Horan! Be glad I even looked at a little whore like yourself!" He yelled while following me down the steps, making me instantly turn around to walk quickly back up to him and grab him by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the wall. - No one can break your delusions for you. You have to do it yourself. - Oculus - THIS STORY CONTAINS NSFW SCENES, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND DRUG USE/SELLING
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