Niall Horan Imagines

Somebody's Heartbreak

**This is based off of "Somebody's Heartbreak" by Hunter Hayes.**

He was the type of boy to find a girl, be with her for a night, and then break up the next morning. You could tell by the constant smirk he wore, and the way he walked with his head held up, and his posture straighter than an arrow. He had this thing about him, that warned you instantly to stay away from him. He hung out with the jocks, but you never actually saw him on any football teams. He wasn't exactly brilliant, but he must have been doing something right, because he managed to pass his classes, and maintain a good reputation with the teachers.

Every girl was attracted to him. He had blonde hair, with the natural brown peeking out at the roots, he had those blue eyes, that killer accent. It was quite obvious why everybody liked him.

He wasn't even that evil. He didn't really bully anybody, never choked a kid for their lunch money. Though he was still tough, and nobody ever messed with him.

You watched as he made his way down the hallway one day, along with a couple of his friends. You watched as he laughed at something somebody said. He continued on down the hall, his arm slung around a different girl. He didn't really pay much attention to her, though.

You sat up in your seat, feeling your palms grow sweaty as he approached the classroom, allowing the girl to slip out of his grip and into her own class. He sat in his assigned seat, tossing the pencil and notebook that he had been holding, on his desk. He leaned back in his chair, resting his feet on the chair in front of him, which nobody sat in.

During the whole class, you couldn't keep your eyes off of him, wondering how difficult it would be to get his attention. You shook your head at the thought. You knew he wasn't the type to talk to people like you. And, you kept your distance from him all this time.

Just as the bell rang, and class was dismissed, he rose from his seat, heading for the door. You grabbed your stuff, and headed out, too. Suddenly, you came to a stop as he turned around and looked at you.

"What's your name?" He asked, seeming innocent.

"(Y/N)," You replied, as flatly as you could. You didn't want to fall into his trap.

"Oh, nice to meet you," He smiled, extending a hand to you. You hesitantly took it, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not gonna hurt you," He said, chuckling a bit at your reaction.

You nodded, stepping around him. "Hey, you walk home?" He asked, following behind you.

You sighed, and spun around, not realizing he would be right behind you. "Um...y-yes," You stuttered, staring into his eyes.

"Great. Would you like to walk with me?" He wondered, grinning at you.

You smiled a little bit, "Fine," You agreed, realizing that you were already caving in.

"Alright then, where's your locker?" He asked, walking next to you as you lead him to your locker.

You stopped right in front of your locker, pointing at it. "Right here." You reached out and entered the combination into the lock, in one swift movement and the locker was open. You stuffed random things into your book bag, not really paying attention to what you were doing anymore.

As soon as you were finished, you shut the locker door, and swung your book bag over your shoulder, only to have it be lifted right out of your hands. "I'll carry this for you," Niall said, slinging it over his own shoulder.

You smiled and walked next to him as he exited through a side door. You followed after, not able to stop the smile on your face, anymore.

You two started walking down the street, staying silent up until this point. "I'm Niall, by the way," Niall said, glancing over at you.

You giggled, "Yea, I know."

He smiled and looked ahead. "So, um...where do ya live?"

Your head shot up, taken back by his question. It was kind of awkward until he added, "I meant that in the most innocent way possible. I promise I'm not a stalker." He chuckled nervously. You nodded.

"Actually, I live just up the street here," You said motioning toward the direction that your house was in.

Niall nodded, "Okay."

You approached your house, reaching for your book bag that he was holding out to you. "Thanks for, um, walking home with me," You said, smiling up at him.

"Oh, yea. No problem. Um, maybe we can meet again? I'd love to get to know you," He said, handing you his phone number.

You giggled and nodded, slipping the paper in your pocket. "Bye, Niall," You said as you walked up to the door.

"Bye!" He called after you, smiling to himself.

You knew it was the wrong thing, and that your relationship with him would be just like all the others he's been in. Over in less than a week. But, at this point, you didn't care.

If he was going to be somebody's heartbreak, let him be yours.