---------Flashback-------
The fight with Niall felt like a breaking point. After three years together, the arguments were becoming more frequent, but this one felt different, heavier. You were ready to share the most incredible news – you were pregnant with his child. But he came home radiating anger.
“Niall, I really need to talk to you,” you said, your voice trembling with anxiety.
“(Y/N), I’m tired. Had a hell of a day at work. Just leave me alone,” he spat, heading for the stairs.
“No, Niall, this is important. Please, just listen for a minute,” you countered, frustration building as you followed him upstairs.
“(Y/N), just leave me the fuck alone and make me food,” he snarled. Before you could respond, a sharp sting erupted on your cheek. Tears welled in your eyes as you instinctively touched the spot. Realization dawned on Niall’s face, and his eyes filled with a sorrowful guilt.
“(Y/N)… oh god, I’m so sorry,” he murmured, reaching for you. But you’d had enough. You turned and ran upstairs, locking the door behind you, letting your sobs echo in the room. That was it. You packed a bag, ignoring his desperate pleas as you walked out.