Badass Horan

Chapter 3

*Juliet's POV*

"Juliet! Wake up! You'll be late!" I heard my mothers voice yell. I groaned and rolled over. My eyes pealed open.

"What time is it?" I groaned.

"7:05!" She shouted. I shot up out of bed.

"Man I'm gonna be late!" I said rushing into the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and had a shower.

I stepped out and dried my skin. I didn't have time to wash my hair today.

I ran in my room. I slid on some light blue skinny jeans and a white turtle neck sweater. I slid on a pair of my black UGGS and threw on a random jacket. I grabbed my bag and phone and ran down the stairs. "Bye mom! Bye dad! Bye Mark!" I shouted running out the house.

No time for breakfast. I got in my car and started it up. Only now I realized the jacket I was wearing. The familiar scent of cigs and cologne filled the air. It was Niall's leather jacket.

Well it is very warm. And comfortable. I pulled up at the school 5 minutes ahead of time. Phew. That was close. I have never been late. For anything. EVER.

I walked into the school and made my way to my locker. "There you are. I thought you weren't showing today!" Aaron said. Layla walked up to me as well.

"I over slept." I said.

"Since when did you have a leather jacket?" Layla asked.

"It's a... Friends. I'm borrowing it." I said. I can't just tell her 'oh you know. Niall Horan saved me from rape and gave it to me". She'd flip. Especially about the Niall Horan part. He's a criminal. We aren't supposed to associate with sinners like him.

"Smells like smoke." Aaron said. I slid it off and put it in my locker. "Now the smell rubbed off on you."

I can't lie. The smell of Niall drives me crazy, in a good way. Another reason why I love his jacket. "Let's just head to class." I said.

~*~

Finally another day of school is done. I was leaving the school right now. I'm really craving Starbucks. "Bye guys!" I said to my friends. "Have a great weekend."

"You too! Later!" Layla said. All of them said bye as I got into my car. I started it up and drove down to Starbucks.

"Welcome to Starbucks. What would you like?" The lady behind the counter asked with a smile.

"Can as get a caramel mocha." I said smiling back.

"Okay. And what's your name?" She asked.

"Juliet." I said.

"It'll be ready soon." She said. I took a seat and waited for it to finish. I heard the ding from the store door open again. All the talking that once filled the room was gone. Everyone was looking behind me with a scared or disgusted expression.

"Glad to see you're wearing my jacket." I heard an Irish accent say causing me to jump. I turned and saw Niall Horan. He took a seat across from me. For me to say that I was okay with it was a lie. I'm actually very scared.

Everyone was now giving me a sympathetic look. A smirk was plastered on Niall's lips. "So how about I take you out tomorrow?" Niall asked.

"O-oh. Um... I-I have plans." I stuttered. I really do. I'm supposed to hang out with my friends tomorrow.

"Let me rephrase that." He said, the smirk on his lips now gone. He was leaning over the table.

"You ARE going out with me tomorrow. Whatever plans you have cancel them." He said.