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brett-turner:

Brett tucked a blonde curl behind her ear. The satisfying sound of her clunky black boots against the ceramic floor clipped through the air, sharp and alerting. Her blue dress brushed against her knee caps, and the itchy fabric on the inside scratched her thighs. It was exactly…

The lack of reaction from Niall was so infuriating. She wanted him to blow up and call her a liar so she could push him against a wall and threaten to kill him. The only time she was happy was when she was around the boys as a group—otherwise she was always so furious. The media often called her bitchy Brett or even Britch. It didn’t bother her at all. She knew what she wanted, and it wasn’t fame, or fortune, or Louis. And she was going to stop at nothing to get it. She stepped closer into the dressing room, slamming the door shut with her ankle behind her so no one would interrupt. 

“I have it in my mind to ask Louis to kick you out, Niall,” she sneered, fists clenched. “You don’t belong in this group. You don’t work for it! You’re a lazy ass bastard who never, ever, does anything!” Her voice was rising until she was practically screaming. She heard a whispered comment under his breath but couldn’t detect what it was. Her hazel eyes flashed.

“You think you can control me because you know a few little secrets? You’re wrong.”