Niall |DISCONTINUED|

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Who he was was no secret, the other kids thought him to be 'weird' or something. The locker room showers were running, he was no exception and of course had to shower. The place was adorned with post pubescent males washing away the filfth of three consecutive sports matches. Niall Horan heard the chatter among the boys, some about him. Other topics veering off into unexpected corners.

"And Eleanor didn't want us to match colours so."

"Was just going to call for her, but she."

"They all said he cracked Nate's."

"No, Chapel gave me an extension I just had to suck." graphic

He was one year their junior -due to his early placement-, the youngest boy in the room. He was brunette, and despite his insecurities about the hue he kept it that way. Niall Horan; religious freak with the bat-shit crazy mother. It was a card, and it was visibly obviously that nearly everyone took turns pulling it.

Niall remembered the times where Zayn Malik -the most handsome lad in school- had personally vadalised his locker with the words 'Niall Horan eats shit.' He of course damaged all of the other lockers surrounding it with his evil-rooted words, but no one could be bothered to care about the idealogies of a handsome and popular lad when they were cast upon a low grade misfit.

Niall used the showers, contrary to the beliefs of his mother. The belief that one should not shower, but bathe rather, as showering was unholy. Showering made him a man, and that provided Niall with the opportunity to be deceived. Adam was created and then so was Eve. The feminine charms of Eve had gifted Adam lust and then wonderment. These accursed gifts led to the betrayal of God and the expulsion from the garden of Eden. Upon becoming a man, Niall would be made to suffer curses of infidelity, wickedness and humiliation.

Horrible, creatures they were; sharp teeth, but nothing to bite. Lethal nails and nothing to claw at, but the innocence of poor old Niall Horan. Pawing, boys. They come, sniffining and slobering like dogs, after the purity. Maura couldn't have that.

Whilst showering he felt a sensation in between his legs, something that he hadn't even as a young man susceptible to many different sexual situations felt ever before; a tingling. He screamed, immediately fleeing the steamy shower, grabbing a towel and doing his best to cover himself.

"Oh my god! Somebody help me!" His voice cracked out, a piercing screech that piqued the attention of the other patrons and caused conundrum. He ran, reaching out at Louis Tomlinson screeching for help. Louis moved back, laughing at him along with Zayn Malik and his cronies.

"Ew, back up freak!" Louis shouted, noticing the issue and cringing in disgust.

"Please! Somebody help me! I think it's going to explode!" He panicked reaching then for Zayn malik whom he accidentally touched with the situation between his legs. His towel fell and everyone stared, laughing at his ignorance to the entire situation.

"It's just a hard on, cover up." Zayn laughed, pulling a towel from the broken towel dispenser and tossing it at him. This soon became a chant, just for the sport.

-Cover up!-
-Cover up!-
-Cover up!-

Everyone was chanting, tossing towels, tissues, tiny lotion bottles, condoms and other obscene objects. Everyone, even Louis Tomlinson who thought there's really no harm, it's just good fun yeah? He thought that thought, over and over again until he stopped all at once. This is bad.

Mr. Hollingsworth stepped into the room, breaking in between the lads who were now all save for Louis throwing items at the now immodest lad who was scampering about on the floor, freaking out at the bombardment of foreign items. Zayn Malik had already been using his cell phone to record a video that he personally thought would be quite brilliant for viewing purposes. Again, all save for Louis Tomlinson were chanting at the frightened lad. Mr. Hollingsworth made his way over to Niall and shielded him. It was enough for all of the lads to stop throwing the objects, but they still stared, waiting for what would come next.

He was a screaming, tortured mess on the floor. The best of Mr. Hollingsworth comforts hadn't brought him to calmivity. He still shouted and thrashed wildly. Niall looked over at the bat racket and stared, it rocked lightly and the hands of his telepathic ease and a few ceiling bulbs shattered. Dew dripping baseball bats splayed everywhere.

In the act of pure reaction Mr. Hollingsworth reached down and slapped Niall, hard across his face. Putting him to rest, but not exactly calming him. Wild, panicked breaths soared through his nostrils while he sat, laying there. The lads of the locker room quickly scampered away at the bell.

Niall Horan gave a blank stare, shuddering and now breathing lightly. Louis Tomlinson stared, at him. Feeling remorse.