Fuck Boy (Punk Niall Horan ff)

Prologue

I sat down on the seat, making myself comfortable on the soft material. I plugged my headphones in and looked around. There were people listening to music like I did and the other ones dozed of, nose pinned against the window. I looked at my phone, it was already 6 am and my working shift starts at 6:30 so I was all good. The bus stopped at the second stop and I watched the door open and a few people got in. My eyes last at a tall boy, with blond hair. He was wearing a white T-shirt, leather jacket, black skinny jeans and also white supras. He looked kind of lost, like he didnt know what he was doing. We made short eye contact, before he smirked and sat next to me, his thigh touching my knee. I laid my head back to look at him just to see him already staring at me.

he looked darned well

I could tell he was nervous, he bit his lip before he opened them.

"Eh hi, this bus drives till the city center right?" he asked with a deep irish accent. "Yeah." I whispered. He sighed relieved.

"Thanks." he simply answered. I just nod.

He then took his iPhone 6 to of his jean pocket and texted something.

I took this a chance to stare at him. He had three piercings, from what I could see, one lip ring, one eyebrow piercing and the last one was on his ear. There were some tattoos on his neck.

"You know I see you staring." he said the corner of his lips curling into a smirk. I blushed and drifted the attention to the floor, my fingers playing with the cable of the headphones. He then turned his head to me smiling. "What's your name?" "Beatrice-" I said looking up at him. He gave me a look, so I continued.

"Lancaster. And yours?"

"Niall."

His eyes drifted from my eyes to my lips and then to my cleavage and then back to my eyes. That made me very self-conscious. The information board showed me that I had like two stations left and it was already 6:13, but I also saw that Niall had to leave in a station. So I wanted to inform him.

"Niall, you know you have to drop out on the next station."

"Really-oh eh I mean yeah, yeah I know."

I looked at him weirdly.

"Have you ever been on a bus before?" I asked laughing, not actually meaning it. But I stopped laughing as he shocked his head. "What, why?" He shrugged.

"Got a car."

"Oh okay. How old are you?"

He smirked. "Curious huh?"

I blushed agin.

ugh stop blushing

He leaned down to my ear, whispering with his husky voice.

"I'm 19."

Then he patted my thigh and stood up, because we were at the city center.

"See you around, Lancaster."

With that he left me and I stared at this back as he walked.