It is eighteen days until the homecoming dance, three days since I asked my little heavenly princess to the dance and hopefully one minute until Harry and Louis find out enough about that bitch's schedule and outings that we can do what we do best. The demon of lust did not show up to school since the beginning of the week, so apparently she found out about us tracking her down. But the succubus is a liability. So we're going to have to take of her. But she is a liability that I will deal with later because right now I have something to deliver to a certain blonde blue-eyed angel.
I walk into a hallway and almost immediately the swarms of students part to create a pathway for me. I smirk and swagger slowly down the building, turning my head left and right to nod at my head at some of the students. These fuckers better understand that I have someone to go and fawn over. I continue down the hallway, the students still separating and backing up, until I stand behind a beautiful blonde in a cream button up shirt and light wash skinny jeans. Whispers disperse throughout the hallway like little bells and I hear the collective questions in all of their heads.
What is the bad boy doing behind the innocent freshman? Why is Liam holding two cups of coffee? Did he get one for Niall? Oh my God, are they dating? Is he the one who kept giving Niall the flowers? What is Niall doing? Why isn't he turning around? ARE THEY DATING OR ARE THEY JUST FRIENDS?!?!
The oblivious angel doesn't turn around and continues to take his notebooks out of his locker and put into his backpack. I smile fondly at his reaction or the lack thereof. Of course he wouldn't notice all of the eyes on us. I clear my throat to indicate my presence and that causes his head to snap up in attention. He spins around slowly and the cloudiness of confusion in his eyes clears for the brightest twinkles of excitement. He stands on his toes and his delicate arms instantly wrap around my neck. He gently plants his lips on the tip of my nose and all the students witnessing our interactions gasp in shock. Their questions of how this came to be all ring in my head, but I shut them all out.
Niall pulls back and he places his soft hands on my chest, the blush on his cheeks irresistibly pink.
"Hi," he whispers. The fondness in my eyes is so unbearable that I can't help but smile. I hand him the chai tea latte in my right hand and he graciously accepts it in his small hands.
"Hi," I respond back.
Before anyone else can question this seemingly incomprehensible situation, the bell rings. However, no one dares to make a move. Everyone wants to see what is going to happen next. I can already hear all the rumors that will circulate around the campus about how Niall and I are now screwing each other. While I wish that becomes true in the future, I know that my angel is too innocent to even know what sex is.
The angel grabs my larger calloused hand with his soft smaller one and he looks up at me with questioning eyes. I immediately know what his expression is asking and I plant a soft kiss on his cheek as a response. Various reactions - loud gasps, coughs, coos, choking on air, jealous grunts and groans (that is by far my most favorite reaction) - sound off throughout the hallway and I can already hear the whispering beginnings of the rumors, but my eyes stay trained on his ocean like irises.
"Of course I'll walk you to class," I reply out loud.
We walk through the campus, the other students stopping and almost bumping into each other to catch a glimpse of the blonde freshman walking and holding hands with one of the three - and hottest - bad boys of the school. We finally enter the science building and stop in front of room seventy-one: Niall's first period and biology class. He lets go of my hand and I can't help the slight cold emptiness in my chest. My flower turns around and looks at me with hopeful eyes and I already know that I'll say yes regardless of his question.
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Fragile Heart (Niam)
Fanfiction"Liam, even though we aren't good people, there's one thing that you need to understand." "Yes, Dad?" "There are people in this world who are fragile - like flowers. While our souls are darkened, we make sure that those people don't turn out lik...
