It was a bad day.

Like, bad on top of bad on top of bad kind of day.

To kick it all off, you woke up late this morning. Like, you-were-supposed-to-be-at-work-an-hour-ago late. Your morning was hectic, stubbed toes, tripping over things, forgetting to grab your keys, all of the above. Then, once you were actually at work, you had just about the hardest day ever. Nothing was going right, there was a problem with everything, and it felt like the universe was personally attacking you. OH, and you spilled coffee on your shirt at work. Another great thing. Then, when you were driving to Niall's place after your shift as you had planned, you got stuck in the worst traffic you’ve ever seen. Like, you didn’t move for an hour because of some accident.

There are more specifics, too, but no need to put the nail in the coffin right now.

It’s safe to say you’re at your breaking point.

So, walking into Niall’s place, you’re holding on by a thread. You walk right in like normal, but a bit louder than usual. Niall was on the sofa watching TV, but his head immediately swivels to you when he heard you shut the door harder than you needed to.

“Sweetheart? Are you alright?” He asks, concern painting his face as he stands up, walking right over to you.

You meet him halfway, though, dropping your bag in the middle of the floor and falling into his arms, hugging him tight and burying your face into his chest, finally breaking, the first tears falling.

“Oh, my poor baby…” Niall murmurs, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close in a tight, comforting embrace. Like a safety blanket. “Shhh, don’t cry… I’ve got you now… talk to me…” His voice is soft and soothing, mumbled against your hair as he presses a kiss to the top of your head, giving you space to just let it all out.