'Till You Put Me Down (Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Asshole

Hello! I'm Lara, one of the writers of "You Can't Split Love", and well... I recently read "Dark". I'm freaking obsessed. A friend of mine asked me to make one about Niall... in a way, like Dark. But It won't be like Dark. Just Niall's character will be similar to Harry's in Dark. Anyways, I hope you like it! :)

Chapter 1: Asshole

August 21st, the first day of school. Life couldn't get any better now, could it? After spending a whole summer doing absolutely nothing other than sitting in my bedroom watching horrible Netflix movies while eating a bowl of popcorn, I started to wonder if I'll make this year any different for myself. Maybe i'll take up doing something productive? Write a book? Nope, that takes actual talent. Start a YouTube channel and make videos? Nope, that takes too much effort.

Well, maybe i'll figure it out later. Procrastinating, that exactly the thing I would do.

I walked to the door of the classroom, greeting the not-so-bad-looking teacher, Mr. Brooks. He wore a suit and tie, I guess everyone dresses all fancy on the first day. I never thought much of nice clothes. I always just threw on whatever I found in my closet. I guess that's just not me.

The room had a lot of educational posters hanging around it, and it had 5 groups of desks, each having 6 desks. I took a seat in one of the desks and layed my stuff down on the floor, searching the room for any familiar faces.  

As soon as the bell rang, and Mr. Brooks started calling role.  

He called many unfamiliar names, but he called two in particular that caught my ear.  

"Lara!"  

"Here!" Lara replied, cheekily. Why is she happy on the first day of school? No one should be happy on the first day of school.

"Taylor!"  

"Here!" Taylor also replied, cheekily. Is it only me who likes to sleep?

It was then that I realized that Lara and Taylor are in this class. Sweet! We can talk about poop again! Uhm... Might be better not to bring that up again.   

Next, the teacher called a quite different name, It had me searching the class to figure out who is was.  

"Niall!" Mr. Brooks called. Dead silence. Everyone looked around the room to see an arm raise, or a sound, but there was nothing.

He made his way to the phone and dialed a number. I tired to make out what he was saying on the phone. The only words I could get out of him were "Niall", "Not Again", "Find" , "No Way", and "Trouble."

Damn, somethings up with this Niall kid.

Mr. Brooks came back from the phone with a worried face, marking down on the paper that Niall was not here. Soon after, he stood up, cleared his throat  and introduced himself to the whole class. 

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"Mr. Brooks? Can I use the restroom?" I asked, basically doing the potty dance in front of the whole class.

"Sure, Jade. Just let me write a pass for you." As soon as I got the pass, I made my way out of the classroom door, walking down the hallway, humming a familiar tone that was stuck in my head, until I  saw the sign for the girls bathroom. I reached my arm out to grab the handle, when I felt a hand wrap around my wrist, tugging me into a space behind the restrooms.  

My arms were pinned to the hard wall by strong hands, pressuring my wrists. My head was focused on the floor, not daring to look up and see who is stupid enough to do this to me. I don't let people push me around, and if this person doesn't know it already, they will in about .25 seconds.  

Pretending I was scared, I lifted my knee up roughly, hitting the person straight in the crotch, making his arms let go of my wrists, to protect his hurt area.  

I guess 3 years of Karate actually paid off.

"Damn! What the hell is wrong with you?" A male with a thick Irish accent said.  

"Me? Me. Really? What the hell is wrong with you?" I said backing out of the sandwhich he made of me and the wall.

Who does he think he is?  

"You shouldn't have done that." he said, clearly withdrawn from the pain, making his way closer to me. Okay, now I'm slightly terrified. Instead of taking my wrists again, clearly because that didn't work the first time, his arms grasped the back of my thighs. He lifted me up against the wall so my legs were wrapped around him. I still refused to look at his face.  

"Get the hell off me!" I tried pushing his chest back, but he wouldn't budge. He just stayed there, with my legs curled around his body, waiting for me to calm down. I soon gave up the pushing and trying to get down from his waist, because if it didn't work the first time, it wasn't going to work now.  

Instead, I did the thing that I was trying not to do this whole time.   

I took a look at his face. His blond hair was down on his face, small streaks of brown intertwined between the gold. He had ocean blue eyes and nice white teeth laced with metal. He was wearing a plain black T-shirt and black skinny jeans, and a pair of white supras.

"Who are you?" I said, finally calmed down. His grasp tightened on my thighs.   

"That's for me to know, and you to find out." He said, letting a smirk show on his face.   

I looked at him in shock. He won't even tell me his name?That disgusts me. A random guy touching me in areas I don't want him to touch. Not even telling me his name. Honestly, who the hell does he think he is? If he thinks i'm going to be all over him just because his eyes glisten like the ocean on a sunny day, or that his hair flops perfectly on his forehead, or that because his arms wrapped around my legs I feel safe- like nothing but him could hurt me----- wait.

No. Jade, get your head out of your ass.   

He stood there, me in his grasp, for a couple more minutes. Every once-and-a-while his eyes would trace up and down my body in his arms, which made me very uncomfortable. I felt one of his hands creep up to my bum, squeezing a little.   

That's it. 

 I used as much of my strength as possible to push him away from me, which oddly, was successful.   

"Asshole." I said before turning around to make it back to the bathroom.  

His hand grabbed one of my wrists, pulling me into him until our chests were touching. His hands made it down to my waist.  

"Jade." He said, like he was locking my name into his mind, " I'll remember you." He said smirking, then forcing his lips onto mine before I pushed him away.  

I never told him my name.  

"Hey!" I said, slapping him across the face. He backed up and turned around after letting a small chuckle escape his mouth. As I was making my way to the bathroom, I heard the sound of his footsteps stop.

"By the way, my names Niall." He said, his head slighly turned to face me.

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