One Direction One Shots 2

Clandestine Calls (Part 1 & 2) (Niall)

The clock strikes 2:30, and you’re finally able to leave your public speaking class in a hurry. You’d been staring at your watch since class started, consumed with the idea of finally being able escape the stresses of an NYU classroom.

“Ariel!” You call, speed walking towards your best friend, who you spotted from a short distance. You finally catch up to her. “My speech went great.”

“So you didn’t need Liam’s notes?” She asks with a smile, handing you a notebook.

“How did you—?” You flip through the pages. “I had to memorize Napoleon’s 1814 campaign address, ugh. I’m gonna kill him.”

“And here comes just the right guy for some target practice,” she points to the tall blonde making his way towards the two of you.

“Hey princess,” Niall growls at you, his Irish accent tingling all of your five senses. He throws his arm over your shoulder and kisses your cheek.

“Don’t ‘princess’ me,” you wiggle out from under him and continue walking with Ariel.

“Who slipped bitch into your cereal this morning?” He snaps, quickening his pace to catch up. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

You stop walking, but make no eye contact when you respond.

“You didn’t show up yesterday.”

“You’re pissed about the fuckin’ fundraiser? I don’t drink Starbucks, babe.” You shoot him a glare. “Besides, I had a job interview, I told you that.”

“No, you said you had a job interview on Tuesday, that’s why you missed Liam’s game.” Your glare is burrowing into his bright blue eyes now.

“So I had a follow-up interview?” He says in a why-do-you-care-so-much tone. “Stop keeping tabs on me, yeah?” You roll your eyes. “So you still coming over my place tonight?” He asks finally.

You turn to Ariel, who is almost as shocked by the question as you are. You pull him to the side for a quick moment.

“Why would I do that? You keep brushing me off and then expect me to be around for a good fuck whenever you want,” you grill him, and he chuckles to himself.

“And you always come back, don’t ya?” He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in for a hungry kiss. You don’t even try to pull away; his soft lips are such a complementary contrast to the forcefulness with which he kisses you. He finally pulls back and is just barely holding your hand while you try to fight the after-effects of the kiss. He’s waiting for an answer.

“Yeah,” you wipe your lip a bit. “I’ll uh, I’ll be there.”

And that night came and went, and so did Niall. That was back in your freshman year of college, which although was only a year ago, felt like ages in the past. You tried to move on and aimed to focus more on your academics during your sophomore year. You were an aspiring journalist along with your best friend Liam, whom you’d known since high school. He was more of the photographer type, however, taking pictures of anything and everything he could. He was also the football team’s aspiring quarterback, taking a back seat to the senior douchebag who made a pass at you with every chance he got. Liam was also the one who introduced you to Niall in 11th grade when he’d just moved over from Ireland.

At first, Niall was just the hot new kid with the accent. But after bumping into him one too many times at Liam’s house, you found that there was no avoiding the fact that the hot new kid with the accent had a personality that made you squirm.

Ariel had warned you; you could still hear her seventeen-year-old self whisper the words in your head. “He’s gonna fuck with you,” she told you countless times. Little did she know how right she was. Niall’s charm was one thing, but something about the way he told you to shut up after he made you scream kept you coming back for more.