Smirk Shot

1. "It's not the correct road"

I wakeup peacefully by myself this morning without any stupid screaming alarm clock that works well on my nerves in my usual mornings. I hate alarm clocks in general.

I sit up on my bed and slide my feet down to the wooden floor where my warm socks lay. I can't ever sleep in socks, so I always leave them on the floor beside my bed so I can wear them as soon as I wakeup in the morning.

I got into my socks and walked to the bathroom, I locked the door, did my business and then washed my face and brushed my teeth. It's a lazy day today. I've got literally nothing interesting to do.

My parents are divorced, but they're still friends. They don't avoid each other since they split peacefully. Their divorce didn't affect me, neither my older brother who lives abroad now.

I'm home alone today because my mom is visiting my brother in Finland where he is settled. She's coming back home in two weeks...hopefully.

I went into the kitchen and pulled out a bowl and made myself some cereal. So not into the mood of doing proper breakfast.
I took my bowl and sat in the living room and watched some TV. Nothing interesting came on as i flipped through the channels. My day is great so far...

I decided to call my best friend Kate. I went upstairs to my room and grabbed my iPhone from the nightstand beside my bed. Kate answered after about 3 rings or so.

"Hiii" she cheerily answered.

"Hey, what are you doing today?"

"I'm going out with Nathan, probably to the beach you know, how about you?"

"Nothing really..."

"I would have hung out with you but I can't leave Nathan I promised to go with him, you can at least go walk around the streets to kill time"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah?"

"Whatever. Anyway wha-"

"Nathan is here sorry gotta go" she interrupted quickly before ending the call.

She always ends calls without a warning, I'm used. Kate is this kind of person that can literally be in a hurry for no reason. And when it comes to her boyfriend Nathan, she always attempts to keep everything around them as perfect as possible. That might be a disease, but not really.


I hopped into the shower, as the warm water brushed my skin I felt so calm. Showers are great, when you get out you feel like a new fresh person, with a nice mood.


After my 30 minutes lasting shower I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped inside my room. I let the towel fall to the ground as I reached for my laced undergarments. I slipped them on and followed by a pair or black leggings and a simple oversized light gray hoodie. It's hem fell right below my butt. I put on light natural makeup and brushed my hair after what I dropped my wallet in the pocket of my sweatshirt, and put my phone whom had earphones plugged in the back pocket of my leggings. I love them because of the pockets. Then went down the stairs and slipped on my white high-top converse.

I walked into the kitchen and got myself a packet of the Haribo gummy bears, as I was reaching the door I grabbed my RayBans from the shelf and dropped them in my pocket as well.

I finally opened the door, locked it, and started walking down the street.

I walked for about 20 minutes until I blinked and my eyes caught a boy right on the opposite side of the street I was walking on. His head was turned to my direction, I couldn't really tell if he was looking at me because he had shades on.

I stopped my gaze at him and then grabbed my phone and put the earphones in my ears, I put songs on shuffle as I walked around the calm streets while chewing on my gummy bears.

About 10 minutes later I started to near my destination, which was McDonald's. I smiled to myself and looked at the ground, when suddenly I saw two shadows. One is mine, but the second shadow? I turned around quickly and I saw the same boy I saw 10 minutes ago, in his shades, smirking. His hair was blonde, obviously dyed because the roots were dark. He had tattoos on his fingers and a part of a tattoo peeking on his neck from under the hoodie he was wearing. I can't tell if he has them on his arms and the rest of his body because of the hoodie, I guess he has. He also had his eyebrow, lip and ears pierced.

I realized I was staring, so I turned around and walked faster towards the entrance. I didn't turn around to check if he followed me now. As the thought hit my mind he walked beside me and our shoulders 'brushed' against each other a bit roughly. He turned around a corner and was out of view. I stood in my place with a disturbed face, a reaction to what he has obviously intentionally just done.

I continued walking and reached the entrance. I pushed the door open and let the handle out of my grip as it closed. I stood in line for 2 minutes until I saw these blonde locks. He was sitting around a table with another person I couldn't see the face of because his back was turned towards me. The place was full, I couldn't walk out easily. I got lost in my thoughts until a man behind me cleared his throat and harshly 'asked' me to move forward the line. His harshness drew the tattooed boy's attention to my direction. He got up from his table and moved towards me. No, he stood beside me.

That's creepy I don't want to talk to him. I'm afraid of what might happen. I will just get my food order before he does and then run somewhere until I see him exit.

A few minutes passed.

I avoided eye contact with him, but I still knew he was staring. Now even though i was kind of afraid of his appearance, I decided to sound cool and act that i'm not afraid a bit.

"Excuse me, you lost something in my face?" I finally asked

He smirked. Okay that was kind of scary


"What do you think? I can look wherever I want" he said and he turned around so I was facing his back.

Who does he think he is!

"Fucker" I muttered under my breath. He turned his head to the right, I could see his ocean blue eyes turning to the the right corner of his eyes, and his body about to turn around. He heard me.

"I am" he turned around. "And I'll be glad to fuck you too, since I'm a fucker" he locked his eyes on mine. He doesn't even mind the people around us.

"What?"

"You heard me" he smirked then moved one step towards me. Fuck my life. I'm in huge trouble "I said I'd love to fuck you". he stepped closer, near my ear. "Anywhere,anyhow, anytime" he slowly whispered.

I stood still in my place like a statue...what the fuck?

He backed up again. "What's your name?" He asked in a normal tone.

"Ronica?" I answered. But it more sounded like a question. Whatever. Why the heck did I even answer!

"Ronica it is then" he muttered slowly as he was eyeing me. He was doing this on purpose. He's trying to sound too sexy, too hot to handle. And this smirk... He is doing well.

"Gotta go" I said quickly as I turned around and tended to walk in a faster pace back to my house. Not until I felt a strong hand on my right wrist that pulled me back to face the person. It was him. That hot tattooed guy.


"Where are you going?" He asked sternly. Who does he think he is?

"What is it to you?" I answered in a bitchy tone, eyeing him from top to bottom with a disgusted look on my face.

"I can drive you back home"

"Who told you I was going home?"

"I know"

"You know nothing" I pulled my hands out of his grasp.

"Come here" He said as he grabbed my wrists and pulled me to walk with him. I didn't have time to react and  I can't think straight for some reason.

We suddenly stopped in front of a black Range Rover and I accidentally stepped on his shoes.

"Let go!" I screamed at him trying to get free from him.

He ignored me and pulled a remote key from his pocket and clicked a button which unlocked the car. While still grasping my wrist he opened the passenger seat and then lifted me up and sat me in and shut the door.

 I was so shocked. I have to just open the door and run out.

Too late.

He was already in the driver's seat and starting the engine, 5 seconds and he was already hitting the road.

"Who are you?" I asked

"Niall" He answered, still concerned on the road. He had on hand on the steering wheel, and the other on his lap tapping it on the rhythm of the songs coming out of the speakers.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Home"

"It's not the correct road"

"I know" He said and then looked at me. Blue eyes. Perfect ocean blue eyes looking at my green ones. He was so beautiful. He took is shades off on purpose I swear.

I was cut off from my thoughts when I heard him chuckle. My cheeks flushed bright red, I realized I was staring at him for too long.


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