Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

PART 6 - Leather Clad Bad Boy (A.I)

* Y/N stands for your name *

YOUR POV

I slammed through the doors and headed straight for the stairs, not even bothering to wait for the lifts.

I was too angry.

I stomped down the stairs, at a quick pace and headed straight for the cafeteria.

As I entered, I checked at his table but he was gone.

I huffed spinning around and slamming into someone's chest, nearly knocking me over.

"Calm down," Ashton told me.

His hands gripped my shoulders, steadying me and stopping me from moving.

I slapped his hands away, glaring at him before taking off again and heading to outside.

I scanned the whole yard, knowing he'd most likely be on the field.

Just as I suspected, he was sat in the middle of the field, on top of a picnic bench table.

Girls surrounded him, some of the other lads sat atop the table beside him.

I stormed over to where he sat and when I approached he grinned.

He pushed the girls surrounding him aside making them huff.

His hands reached for mine but I slapped them away.

I pointed an accusatory finger in his direction and glared at him.

"You promised me you'd lay off of Harry," I recalled.

He rolled his eyes and dropped his hands to his thighs, leaning his elbows on them.

"Come on babe. He's nothing but a loser and he asked for it," he said, brushing it off.

That just made me angrier and I lunged at him pushing him back.

He toppled but caught himself before falling.

"Asked for it?!" I yelled.

I laughed once without humour, shaking my head.

"Let me guess," I said. "He gave you a weird look right?" I asked mocking him.

He glared at me and pushed himself to his feet.

"He's a loser Y/N. I don't know why you even bother with his worthless self," he reasoned.

His reasoning was bullshit and made no sense, just like him.

I pushed at his chest, loving the feeling and pushed him again.

"He didn't deserve shit! He's a good guy, better than you," I screamed.

The angry tears escaped the corners of my eyes and I pushed him again, with a little less strength.

"Stop crying like a bitch! He fucking deserves it, trying to steal my girl," he spat.

"Steal me!?!" I screamed, wiping at the tears.

"I'm not yours to steal!" I yelled.

He smirked, glancing behind at his shocked friends.

"Girls man," he scoffed, making them laugh.

He pounced on me, his lips attacking mine and his hands snaked into my hair.

I gasped, my hands slapping at his chest and pushing with all my might to get him off.

But he just gripped me harder, his hands tugging at my hair and his lips prying mine open.

He was suddenly tugged back and I wiped at my mouth, spitting on the floor to rid myself of his taste.

I'd always imagined that experience going so different, much more pleasant but it was disgusting.

"What the fuck?!" he yelped.

I looked to the commotion in front of me, to see Ashton towering over Dylan, his cheeks red with anger, as he gripped Dylan's shirt.

Ashton's eyes moved to mine as he waited for instruction.

I stepped forward, and I did the only think I thought of.

I pulled my hand back and slapped Dylan's cheek, hard.

He yelped, his hands darting forward and shoving me back.

"You bitch!" he yelled.

Ashton's eyes widened, his nostrils flared and his hands balled into tight fists.

He span Dylan around and punched him straight in the face.

Dylan screamed, stumbling backwards, but Ashton wasn't done.

He pushed him, making Dylan stumble and fall flat on his ass.

Ashton's boot came out and connected with Dylan's chest with a loud thud.

"Touch either of them again and it'll be the last time you use your fucking arms!!" Ashton warned, his voice deep.

My arms clutched at my waist and Ashton immediately reached for me.

He grasped my hand and tugged me along behind him, taking me as far away from that scene as possible.

He didn't speak, but his jaw was working as he opened and closed his mouth several times.

He walked with determination, quickly into the school building and headed for the lifts.

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