Niall Horan Punk AU, part two. Ignore the rating. It won't let me change it!
Ever since Niall had invited me to dinner, I was beyond frustrated. How dare he, thinking he could walk back into my life like that!
The entire drive home I was gritting my teeth, clutching the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. But once I reached my house, I realized how terrible his ability of keeping a promise was, and was instantly relaxed.
“He’s not going to show up, anyways” I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief. No doubt he was trying to fool with me, getting me worked up over nothing. I dismissed my silly anger and waltzed inside, proud of myself for solving his mischievous plan.
It’s the next day; a… ‘peaceful’ Saturday evening, the whole morning a nagging sensation was burning in the back of my mind. ‘Maybe he’s being genuine this time?’ that nagging feeling would tell me. I’d of course, deny, only for the feeling to come back minutes later.
After much torment, I decided, why not. I’ll get ready, but if he doesn’t show up, I won’t be surprised. I’ll treat myself to a movie or something, win-win for me either way, although going somewhere with Niall isn’t much of a ‘win’…
I got ready anyways, wearing my grandmother’s light pink rose earrings, a light pink sundress to match, silver sandals, and a silver flower necklace I bought my sophomore year. My makeup was normal, light on the load, and my hair let down in its natural waves. There was no way I was going to get too dressed up for him; he didn’t deserve it. ‘And probably never will’ I mused to myself, putting my mascara away and checking the time.
6:50
I sighed, strolling into the living room and sat patiently, my mind wondering. Before I knew it, freshman year was replaying in my mind.
I winced, remembering how much pain I went through because of him. Here I am, possibly giving him another chance! My mother had given me an hour long pep-talk about how I should never go back to him… and yet I am?
I sighed, resting my face in my hands, my mind at war with itself. Niall doesn’t deserve my trust. This new Niall is a monster, what am I doing?
I stood up abruptly, gasping at the realization. ‘I don’t have to go to dinner’ I reasoned with myself.’ He broke my heart, and now I show him who’s boss…’
“I refuse to be another play toy to him” I muttered to myself, before storming off to the door. ‘I don’t care if it’s not seven yet. I’m going to the movies, and I’m going to enjoy myself. Maybe it’ll teach Niall a lesson…’
I swung open the door, ready to leave when someone standing in the doorway blocked my way.
I gasped, throwing a hand over my mouth as my eyes scanned the transformed Niall in front of me, in disbelief he actually stuck to his word.
He had traded all his leather jackets and graphic tees for a black button-up shirt, buttoned up to hide his inked arms, his chest tattoo being hidden as well. His hair nicely styled, free from being trapped by beanies and snapbacks. He was holding a single red rose, a blush on his flushed face as he held out the rose to me.
