Niall Horan Imagines

Bullies

This is more of a short story. But still, its Niall Horan. I legit think you should read it.

Madelyn's POV

I walked in the midst of about twenty students, all completely goofing off as usual, near their lockers. I came here early, like always, around an hour before first period started. Clicking of heels, shuffling of sneakers, all different sounds, swirled around my head along with an array of thoughts I randomly had.

I'm not studious. No not at all. My name even, too posh for myself so I stick with Maddie or Lyn. During my fast walk to the end of the hallway where my locker was, I, of course, tripped just to find out that my laces were. Well untied. I rolled my eyes. This morning, I was quite reluctant to doing the act of lace-tying so ended up with untied lace. I bent down in a weird hunchback position, to tie my laces.

Courtesy of my bent down pose, couldn't exactly see what was going on. So when I heard quite a lot of profanities and laughs and that sound of shoving, I thought nothing of them.

At the time being, while tying my laces, I thought of how if you say "Whale Oil Beef Hooked,"really fast, it sounds like you're saying "Well I'll be fucked" in an Irish accent.

I smiled at my discovery and got up, stretching a little bit.

The sight that greeted me was not one I was expecting.

A group of hobos, well, tough looking guys, were surrounding a young boy. His eyes clear blue and skin pale but a bruise about the size of a table tennis ball, right on his jaw.

My eyes widened. Being the idiot and brave person I am, decided to butt in.

"Hey what the heck!?" I said walking closer.

"Fuck off" the guy said. Making me angrier than I started off.

I shook my head.

"Don't hurt him." I said looking at the boy. He stared at me with widened eyes, shaking his head furiously.

What?

The guys stared at me and smirked.

"You don't want the punk to get hurt now do you?" He said. Then, he jerked the boy by the arm and curled his hand to a fist, throwing a blow at his side. I gasped.

Another one of the jerks making me snap, put his fist out to throw the punch. I couldn't bear to watch anymore. I quickly ran towards the boy standing in front of him.

The impact of the fist came to my cheekbone. First numbness then a sharp pain shooting through my whole face. I fell to the ground holding my face.

I heard a voice shout.

Then it was quiet, too quiet. I heard a small mumble than a sniffle. I managed to open my eyes, groaning. And I saw the boy, the one with the blue eyes, looking at me. He brought his hand up, wincing, and stroked my cheek.

I touched at his touch and also because of the throbbing pain in my cheek,.

He closed his eyes.

"This is all my fault." I heard him.

I shook my head and brought my hands to his.

"As long as you're okay,"

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