Chances

                                    

                                          
You're at the mall with your friend, trying on clothes. She forced you to get out of bed; you had a hard time getting out of it ever since your breakup with Niall a week before. 
                          
"C'mon, (y/n)!" your friend calls. "Get out here! Show me the dress!"
                          
You slowly open the door, and come out in the white and red striped sundress. 
                          
"Spin around," she instructs. You slowly swirl around. 
                          
"Beautiful." 
                          
You turn to the deep voice. 
                          
Your friend meets your gaze and realizes who is standing behind her. "Niall?" she says. "What are YOU doing here?"
                          
"I-"
                          
"Whatever, just leave," your friend interrupts. 
                          
"Can't I say hi?" he glances at you. 
                          
"Niall, you broke (y/n)'s heart! Go away!"
                          
He scrunches his eyebrows. "(Y/n) broke up with ME."
                          
"No she didn't-"
                          
"Yes, I did," you say.
                          
Her jaw drops. "Oh, I-"
                          
"Can you give us a second?" Niall asks her. 
                          
She nods and scurries away. 
                          
"Niall, I don't want-" you start. 
                          
"I don't care. Why did you break it off? Did I do something wrong?"
                          
"Niall, we were constantly fighting. I didn't want that kind of relationship.."
                          
He shakes his head, looking down. "(Y/n), I never wanted to fight with you."
                          
"I didn't want to argue either, but that's how it was.."
                          
"Can we just try again? Please? I still love you, can't you see that?"
                          
Tears stream down your sad face. "I do too, Niall, but.."
                          
He readjusts his snapback, and pulls you into a hug, slowly backing you two toward the dressing room. He locks it behind him. 
                          
"Just give me another chance, okay?" he whispers.
                          
You nod as he tucks a strand of hair behind you ear. 
                          
"Thank you," he breathes, pulling your face to his in a kiss.