Niall One Shots

Breaking Curfew

Your eyes kept flitting to your watch. Fuck. The towns curfew was closing in-you had to be back home or else you would get a ticket and they weren't fucking cheap either.

It was your first two weeks in the new town that you moved to. You take the next turn and you realised it was the wrong one and now you were: 1) terribly and utterly lost and 2) you were in the bad part of town.

Your hands start to shake a little bit and the nerves started to grow a little out of control. From where you were you were at least an hour away (by walking that is) and that was not nearly enough time. You dig into your purse to call the police to take you back. You were scared, lost, and going to get ticketed.

Niall watched you come down onto the alleyway and knew you were too vanilla to be there. He took a deep drag off of the fag, enjoying the sound of it burning. He let the smoke curl around his face and he watches you dig through your purse. "Hey dere."

You jump, dropping your phone. You watch the screen shatter and you look over at where the voice came from, a squeak coming from you. "I-I have pepper spray!" You started digging through your purse again.

He smirks as your phone's screen shatters and he had to keep himself from laughing "Oi, oi, beautiful, I ain' 'ere ta hurt ya. Yer in a dangerous part of da city, ya know dat princess?" A tattooed and pierced guy walks out of the shadows. He drops his fag and crushes it underneath the toe of his steel toed boot.

"I do." You had gotten your hands around your pepper spray, just in case he gets too close to you.

"And curfew is soon..." His brows shoot up and he folds his arms and leans against the light post.

"I know." You were growing frustrated with him. "I know all of this. You're jst stating the bloody obvious." You snap and realise you very, most likely, fucked yourself over. "I, uh, I did not-"

His laughs cut you off and you stay frozen in your spot. "Oh princess, ya 'ave some sass. Let's get ya home." He nods and starts walking. "Where do ya live?"

"I don't think-"

"Listen, yer in a bad part of town. I'm one of da nice ones, trust me. Me tattoos are jest fer show." He winks a bit, "Ya 'ave," He checks his phone, "Fifteen minutes until da curfew. I don' care 'bout gettin' in trouble." Niall brings his brow up, "If we hit curfew though, I'm taking ya ta my flat until tomorrow morning..." A smirk brings up the side of his face.

Gritting your teeth, you agree. "Fine. How are we going to get there?" Your brow comes up and he starts walking and you have to walk quickly, almost a light jog, to stay caught up. "W-what's your name anyways?" You frown as you try to stay on his heels.

"Niall, Niall Horan." He turns and gives you a wink and you feel yourself blush. "What 'bout ya, princess?"

"Y/N, so stop calling me princess." You let out an annoyed huff.

Niall laughed silently to himself, "I like callin' ya princess, princess. I ain't stoppin'." He winks at you again.

Damn his wink-y, annoyingly, handsome, bad boy, charming self! You don't say anything until he leads you to a Harley.

"I don't think-"

"It's either dis or ya stayin' in my flat fer the night." He leans against it and holds the helmet out to you.

You take it and try to put it on. Another chuckle and he helps you put it onto your head and buckles it for you.

"We will be drivin' really, really fast to make it in time." He hands you his phone to put in your address and he gets on, starting it.

Staring and standing, you just wait. What if he completely and totally kidnaps you... "Clock is a tickin' princess..." His brows come up a bit and searches your eyes. God, they were beautiful under this moonlight. You were the total opposite of what he usually went after, but your sass completely convinced him otherwise.

You get on his bike and hold onto his shirt.

He glances back, "Ya know darlin', ya need ta get a tight hold on me, we're gonna be goin' fast."

Your arms tighten around his waist and he rolls his eyes and pulls you tighter against him, "Dere ya are." With that he takes off.

You squeal and hold him a bit more tightly. Curfew was ticking closer but he was successfully zipping through the streets. You pressed your face into his shoulder and took a deep breath of scotch, fags, and a 'soft' cologne.

It was simply intoxicating.

"Ah, just in the nick of time!" He parks in front of your flat building. You glanced at your watch. It just hit curfew.

You chew on your lip for a moment before getting off and taking the helmet off. "Since itis curfew and I seem to like to follow the rules... Would you care to come up for a cuppa?"

Niall blows air through his teeth, "See princess, I-"

"I insist, Niall. Please." You smile sweetly up at him.

How could he say no to that smile? It was so sweet and memorising, fit for a princess really. "Let's head up."

You grin and take his hand and lead him upstairs to your flat.

You two were sitting out on the balcony, two tea cups between you and a box of biscuits half way done. You had gotten a glass bowl for him to use as an ashtray-much to your dismay.

The sun started to come up and you let out a soft yawn.

"All right beautiful, I 'ave ta go and go ta work in a couple o' hours." He nods a bit, "I'll see ya later?" He offers hopefully.

You smile sleepily and nod, standing up. "I'll walk you to the door."

You and Niall walk, shoulders brushing to the door. "All right, here's my number. I'll be sure to text you back after I get my phone fixed." You laugh softly as you write it out on his hand with a pen from the counter. "I'll see you around."

"Princess, ya definitely will." With a wink and a wave, he steps out and heads down the stairs.

As you start to shut the door, you hear the stomps back to your flat. You open the door, curiously, "Yeah?"

"Almost left without this." He smirks and kisses you gently. "Bye princess." He waves and heads out, leaving you there in shock with a stupid expression on your face.

"Bye..."