Smile. ON HOLD(Punk Niall Horan Fanfic)

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Recap:

"What are you drawing?" Niall asked looking down at my paper.

"None of your business." I said continuing to draw.

"Let me see." He said.

"No."

"I said let me see." He hissed. Before I could pull it away, Niall snatched it away from me and stared at it.

"It's-"

"Horrible I know. Now give it back to me." I said trying to grab it. But Niall moved his hand and kept looking at it.

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(Niall's POV)

I looked at the drawing Talia made. It finally clicked it my head who her drawing was.

"It's....me." I said shocked. It was so good. It was shade perfectly and everything. She was such an amazing drawer!

"No-no it's not." She stuttered. I looked at her. She bit her lips and was blushing. Wow. She looks so gorgeous. Woah. Woah. Woah...what?

"Then who is it?" I said smirking. She looked up and frowned.

"I complete cunt bag, jerk face. Who has no heart what so ever." She snapped grabbed the notebook out of my hands tearing out the page. I was about to flip out on her but the teacher started talking. So instead I just rolled my eyes and turned to face the teacher. Yes I listen to the teacher. I may have created this "bad boy" Niall, but he still likes having good grades. I still want to go to a good UNI.

"Alright class. I'm Mrs. Trench." everyone mumbled a hi or hello. "We'll be starting off the new year with a bio project. And before you start saying you hate me or this class, it's not my fault. The school board made me." She chuckled rolling her eyes. Some of the class chuckled with her. "Okay. This is gonna be a partnered project."

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(Talia's POV)

"Okay. This is gonna be a partnered project." Mrs. Trench said.

Oh great. A partnered project. No bodies gonna want me. Which actually I'm fine with. Cause I don't wanna work with anyone anyways. I heard some people looking around the room for partners. I even heard some of the girls giggling and saying how they wanted Niall. Ugh. Niall. He saw my drawing. I can't believe I even drew him. How embarrassing!!!! I don't even know why I was drawing him. He just...popped into my mind. And BAM! I was drawing him. When he looked at it, I wanted to curl into a ball and die. I'm surprised that Niall didn't laugh at me though. I though when he saw it would have laughed told the whole class and make rude jokes about it. But I guess not.

"Oh class. Don't get so excited. You won't be able to pick your partners." Almost the whole class groaned. I just sighed. "Your partners will be the person seated next to you." the classroom roared with "yes" and "nos". I could say anything. Niall was my partner...this shouldn't be good. I glanced at Niall and saw him smirking.

Oh god.

I thought to myself. This is gonna be horrible. All the images of hurt were flashing through my head. This isn't gonna go well. I put my head down and started playing with the hem of my sleeve. Mrs. Trench said something about the project, but I didn't bother listening. I heard a few girls talking to Niall about how they felt bad for him. I bit my lip as hard as I could and I winced feeling the I broke the skin. I felt the blood run down my lip. I wiped the blood away with my finger and glanced up at Niall. As those girls were talking to to him he was smiling...but his eyes weren't. They were cold and icy. No life. He looked bored out of his mind. He flicked his eyes at me and I put my head back down. I stared at notebook that was now on my lap. I drew Niall. Niall. Of all people. Him. And he saw it. He already bullies me. And he's seen my cuts. What else does he have against me? Oh my god...the project. That means he'll be over my house. I don't think I can do this. I looked up as a piece of paper dropped in front of me. I read the title, it was for the project. I let my eyes look over the paper. My eyes went wide when I saw how long this project was for.

3 weeks.

No. No. No. No. 3 fucking weeks with my bully?!? I don't think I could last. I put my head in my hands. I sighed quietly.

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(Niall's POV)

Talia put her head in her hands and sighed. Geez. What's so bad about working with me? Oh yeah...I forgot. I'm her bully. I frowned and took the paper that Mrs.Tench had just passed out. I read over it and rolled my eyes when I saw it said I would be doing this project with her for 3 weeks. I put the paper down and groaned.

"Hey Niall." I looked up and saw that, that caked faced girl was talking to me again. What's her name again? Layla? Lori? Laura? Oh I know! It's Liana!

"Yeah Liana?" I asked fake smiling. I have absolutely perfected fake smiling. Cause when you're popular, you have to either make everyone like you. Or fear you. Or both.

"So...umm, I was wondering if you wanna...ya know after school." Her disgusting fingers were touching my hand. I knew exactly what she was talking about, and I wanted to rip my hand away from hers and yell no. But she was popular as well. And if I made her unhappy. The whole school wouldn't like me and popularity would be gone. That means back to loser Niall...and I can't go back. I just can't.

"Sure babe. Just come by my place after school yeah." I said winking. Liana giggled and nodded. When she turned back around my smile turned into a frown. I'm disgusting. I didn't want to do this. I didn't what to be like this. But I can't go back to who I was before. I didn't even want to bully Talia!

I never wanted her to hate me. I actually thought she was cute the first time I saw her. But I knew what I had to do. I don't know why I feel so bad for her...but I just can't help it. This isn't the real me. The bell had rung and Mrs. Trench had told us to get working on our project right away. I quickly turned to Talia before she could leave. She backed out of her seat but I grabbed her wrist stopping her. She looked frightened. I rolled my eyes.

"Meet me at my house after school alright?" I said.

"I-I don't know where you live." She said looking at her wrist. Oh yeah. I forgot.

"Sorry..." I said biting my lip ring pulling it a bit.

"It's okay." She said rubbing it.

"Um, anyways. Here give me your number. So I'll text you where my flat is." I grabbed my phone from my back pocket and handed it to her. Talia hesitated at first then punched in her number. She slowly gave it back and I took it. "I'll text it to you later yeah?" She nodded and quickly walked away. She stopped at the door and ripped a paper out from her notebook and threw it in the rubbish bin, then she walked out. I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder and walked to the bin and picked up the paper. I opened the paper up and it was the drawing she drew of me. I folded it nicely and stuck it in my pocket. Why am I keeping it? Hell. I don't have a clue. I looked around to see if anyone had seen that. Nope. I'm good. With that I walked out and on to my next class.