Niall Horan Fanfiction
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de•lin•quent
/typically of a young person showing or characterized by a tendency to commit crimes, small and large/
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"You think this boy actually cares? He's a delinquent, he's got tattoos and probably kills people for a...
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Charlotte's Outfit of the chapter ^
"Charlotte, Charlotte. Wake up, we have school," Someone was gently shaking my shoulder.
I opened my eyes slightly, allowing them to adjust to the light. I smiled to myself as I recalled last nights events. My smile soon turned into a frown as I realised I was wearing just a large t-shirt, and my spandex of course.
"Why am I wearing this shirt? Where's my clothes?" I wondered aloud.
"Lottie, they're on the couch, calm down." He replied.
"Lottie?" I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms.
"My new nickname for you, duh." He said sassily.
"Ok then, where's my purse?" I asked.
He pointed to the corner of the room, and my large brown purse was sitting in the corner.
I jumped off the bed, and made a beeline towards my purse.
Kneeling down and unzipping it, I checked and made sure my jeans and t-shirt was still inside.
I breathed a sigh of relief, pulling the items out of my purse.
"How do you fit those clothes in there?" Niall asked.
"I don't know, I also fit my makeup and stuff in here as well. I always have things like that in here." I replied, grabbing my clothes and bag, going into the bathroom.
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Niall and I arrived at school.
I didn't have a car to drive, so I had to walk to the party last night. Fortunately, Niall gave me a ride.
I don't know if he remembered the deal at all, but it's all I've been thinking about.
"Bye Lottie," Niall said, giving my arm a light squeeze.
"Bye Niall, have a good day." I smiled.
As the day went on, I've been getting odd stares and whispers were thrown about.
I was now headed to Niall's car, since we were going to hang out after school. My black booties clicked against the tile, and I slammed my locker shut, walking the rest of the way to Niall's car. Two strong arms wrapped around my waist, my feet no longer touching the ground.
I recognized the intricate tattoos on the arms around my waist.
