Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

"Can I Borrow A Pencil?"

A pencil is a specific writing tool that is absolutely necessary for school. Otherwise, everyday, you'll be asking each and every one of the students in your class. Until you have to give it back after the end of the hour and hope you don't need a pencil in your next hour. Or else you'll have to start your process all over again.

Luckily, your parents made you be very prepared. By buying seven packs of twelve pencils. The cashier was a bit weirded out but she of course didn't question you out loud. It was quite comical to you because as you all walked away she muttered "jeez..."

"Alright class, you'll need a piece of paper and a pencil because we're gonna start our writing project," the teacher smiled.

A few groans were heard, one including Niall that sat beside you. He seemed adorable, especially his laugh. When one of his friends said something at least a little bit funny, he would giggle. They'd made you laugh countless times without even knowing. You had the thought that he had no idea who you were nor that you existed.

About five minutes into the writing process, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. When you turned to whoever it was, you were met by a pair of bright blue eyes.

"Hey, ummm.. C-can I borrow a p-pencil?" Niall asked adorably.

You turned to your pencil case, absolutely fine with letting him keep to pencil considering he needed more than you did but then you noticed the pencil. Fully sharpened, perfectly fine, and sitting on his desk.

"Ummm. Niall, you have a pencil. Right there," you pointed to his blue pencil, feeling a laugh rising in your throat.

"Oh, uh..." He looked down, a clear, bright pink blush spreading across his cheeks. "I just wanted a reason to talk to ya."

You blushed yourself but smiled lightly.

"Niall, that's sweet but you can talk to me anytime. I won't mind."

He frowned and shook his head.

"A smart, pretty girl like you wouldn't want me," he shuddered and I realized he was really upset about this.

Like, you know, people who normally say stuff like this want attention and love. But he seemed genuinely upset about what he was saying.

You also realized that he didn't seem as happy as he usually does. His friend had said something that made you burst out laughing but he... He only shrugged.

"Oh love, your awesome!" You cooed, trying to comfort him.

It only seemed to make it worse as he sniffled and wiped his watering eye.

"Please don't cry! How about... I sit with you at lunch?"

Niall suddenly looked up, blue eyes wide. "You would sit with me?" He asked happily.

"Yeah! I think you're really funny, and I love your hair."

He turned back to his work and sniffed.

"Thank you," he whispered.

You nodded and kept working on the writing that had taken so long to do. It was halfway done but you wanted to make sure it was perfect. Grades were important to you.

You were in full concentration mode as you finished up your writing. That is, until you heard a loud snap beside you. When you looked over, Niall had clearly snapped his pencil in two. On purpose. He smiled wearily at you.

"Whoops! Looks like my pencil broke!" He shrugged. "Can I borrow a pencil?"
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Ok sorry, its short. But I wrote this all on the bus. I found out that I only get carsick when I read from an actual paper book but not when I reading or writing on my phone. Weird huh?
I'm dead by the way. If ya didn't know. Just dead. I've also decided to stop talking as much because everything I say gets twisted and turned around and I end up getting in trouble. So 'm done.

xD Go Read a Book.

Bye for now my potatoes.