Frat Boy Niall

Chapter 3

A/N: Ok, so this is pretty rough.  But next chapter will be better! Enjoy :)

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 The rest of the night was a blur, I got really drunk, that douchebag Niall got me totally pissed off and I don't think I saw him for the rest of the night after that...

My head was pounding by the time my alarm clock went off. Shit, I had class today! I was thinking of skipping, but it was the first day, so that was out of the question. Surprisingly, I was in my own bed but I don't remember walking home. 

I groan, I really wish I could go back to sleep. Suddenly, a pillow gets thrown at my head.

"Daisy!" I shriek, and she just chuckles.

"Get up lazy ass, we both have class today." She says like it's no big deal. I groan again, getting up slowly, heading towards our little bathroom to get a shower.

"Oh wait Daisy, how did I get home?" I ask.

"Me, well technically Harry, he was about to drive me home when I remembered your pissed ass. You must be so hungover!" She laughs.

"Ha ha, so funny. Thank you anyways." 

"Anytime," She smiles.

After my shower, I get dressed into a floral top and jeans. I do my hair, and I only straighten it. Then I put on a put on only a bit of make-up, I never wanted to over do it. Before I know it, it's time to go.

"Alright, let's go!" She smiles. I wonder why she's in such a good mood, I mean, Summer is over, school is starting. What's up with her?

We get there after about 5 minutes of walking. The campus is huge, let me tell you. But it was nice. I liked it quite a lot.

After classes, I couldn't find Daisy so I just decided to walk back to our dorm by myself, until, of course, I heard a voice from behind me call my name. I ignored it, knowing exactly who's voice it was. Niall Horan. I swear to god, this kid.

"Bridgette! Hold up!" He says desperately, and I hear his foot steps getting closer and closer.

"What do you want, Horan?" I snap.

He smirks.

"Damn, spitfire, somebody is frisky!" He laughs.

"Yeah, well, you're kinda, like, really annoying." I roll my eyes.

"Really? Because I think you like it. Because every time I see you, you just so happen to blush. Am I right?" He questions.

His confidence in everything he said was really killing me. Did I like how he was incredibly annoying? Did I even find him incredibly annoying? I didn't know. But I told him that, but apparently, he didn't believe it. Did I even believe it?

"Your stupidity makes me have second-hand embarassment for you." I shake my head.

"If I'm so stupid, maybe we should have a study session." He challenges me.

"Why would I want to spend time with you?" I question.

"You have a crush." He says simply.

"I don't even know you!" I defend.

"You deny everything! Just face that you have a soft spot for me, c'mon, say it." He grins.

"No, get out Niall," I shake my head.

"You just said you don't know me, but there you are, saying my name."

When was he gonna stop?

"So either say you have a soft spot for me, or we're hanging out tomorrow," He grins again, and I want to smack him right there.

Who did he think he was? I wasn't putting up with this shit.

"Actually, I don't have to do any of those two, because frankly, you're already wasting my time. Bye Niall," I walk away until his two hands find my shoulders and push me against a brick wall. 

"What do you think you're doing?!" I ask strictly, and he just shakes his head and lowers his lips to my neck, not touching the skin, but I can feel his warm breath on my neck, and I kinda wish his lips were on it.

"Niall, what the hell are you doing? People are around!" I say. 

"I don't give a fuck about who's looking, we're hanging out tomorrow, got it sweetheart?" 

I was so close to giving in, but I wasn't going to that easy.

"And if I say no?"

"No isn't an answer, baby, got it?" 

Hearing him call me baby gave me butterflies, and I actually wanted to hangout with him for a second. His dominance was hot.

"I asked a question." He said cockily.

All I could do was nod my head. And he smiled.

"See you tomorrow then, Bridgette," He walked away.

What did I get myself into? I'm hanging out with Niall Horan tomorrow.