Letting Go (Niall Horan AU)

Chapter 10

October
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So far college is great. The classes are what I want to take the professors are pretty amazing, and it's just what I wanted it to be.

I check my schedule. My last class is a required algebra class in order for me to get the degree I want I have to suffer through.

I make my way down the hall and find the room. I then take a seat third row. Not too close not too far away.

Soon enough the professor is droning on about something I am hopelessly lost. Math confuses me. I barely made an A in it in highschool. I barely understood half of it back then and now I'm completely hopeless.

I attempt to take notes and just as I'm about ready to fall asleep Niall rushes in the room.

"Ah, Mr. Horan nice of you to join us today. Take a seat." The old man, I mean professor says.

He sits directly next to me. Of course. I look over and he grins. Okay so I'm taking this as I'm not too bad of a kisser. I'm honestly relived.

Smile back and roll my eyes at his smirk. He looks over at my notes, and laughs. He literally laughs. Oh god. I look down and see all my ridiculous doodles and random letters and numbers. Oh. I start to laugh too.

Niall then writes me a note. How elementary.

It reads:

Come over for math tonight?

I reply:

Why?

He rolls his eyes and scribbles back:

I can see your notes October. You need help.

I wrote:

Like you're any better.

Niall:

I'll drive you after class.

Me:

I never agreed!

Niall:

You would've anyways.

Me:

Shut up

He reads it then crumples the piece of paper up and throws it at my face. It hits me in the nose and I raise and eyebrow.

He did not just do that. This is college! Seriously niall.

But I can't help it as I crumple up my piece of paper I was trying to take notes on and chuck it at his smug expression.

He scowls at me.

I try to throw another but he grabs my wrist before I can. He then kisses the top of my hand taking the paper ball. I blush and then he throws it at my face.

Are you kidding me. He starts laughing at me. And I can't help but laugh too. His laugh is contagious. Then a bunch of people shush us and we try to stifle our giggles.

20 minutes if pure torture later the professor dismisses us.

We all make a beeline for the doors.

When we make it out to the hall way niall catches up to me.

"So my cars in parking lot B."

"Who said I was gonna come?" I ask annoyed. Even though I was gonna say yes anyways.

"You know you were." He smirks and nudges me.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes. Man I do that a lot around niall.

"So a study date it is then."

"Study date?" I ask. Date?

"Yes. That's what I just said. Study date. Unless you wanna just go on a date?" He asks cheekily.

"Sure." I smile. On the inside I'm squealing.

"Sure, date? Or study date?"

"Sure, date." I respond.



We finally make it to parking lot B and find his car. I pile my crap in the back seat, then sit shotgun.

He starts his car and Coldplay imidiatly starts blasting through the speakers. He doesn't even attempt to turn it down. He taps his hand on the steering wheel in beat with the song. Then he starts softly humming.

I strain to hear and he notices so he stops. He turns it down slightly.

"So where are we going?" I ask.

"Somewhere."

"Ooh I can't wait." I reply sarcastically.


15 minutes of driving later we pull into a small caffe. Niall turns off the car and walks in. I follow and a waiter shows us to our seats.

We sit in a booth in the corner of the cute little caffe.

We look over our menus and shortly after the waiter comes back.

"Ready to order your drinks?" He asks smiling at me.

"Dr.pepper please?" I ask.

"And you?" He asks the annoyed looking niall.

"Same thing." He mumble/growls.

"Be back in a sec with those." The waiter winks at me and walks away.

"That kids a douche bag." Niall states angrily after he leaves.

"He's nice." I defend him. He's cute probably in highschool. Maybe a senior.

"He's flirting with you while we are on a date." He huffs like a little kid. His knuckles are clenched tight and his face is slightly red.

"Niall he's not flirting with me."

"You're so clueless." I look back down at my wrists. I play with my many bracelets and decide what to order.

The waiter comes back with our Dr.Peppers and he takes out orders.

When he leaves again niall speaks.

"So how was your first day of college?" He asks.

"It was great."

"Mmmm." He takes a sip of his soda. I'm gonna assume that was a oh cool.

"What year is this for you?"

"My second." He replys.

The rest of the night goes great until the waiter comes to pick up our check.

"Have a nice night." The waiter says to me sliding a piece of paper over to me.

Of course it's his number. Niall smile fades when he sees this happen. He immediately stands up grabs the poor guys collar and practically spits in his face.

"I swear to god I will hurt you if you don't take that piece if paper back right now and walk away."

Niall is terrifying. Honestly he is with his muscles and tatoos and piercings all over.

"Okay calm down." The waiter stutters as niall drops his grip.

Everybody is staring.

He takes the paper and speed walks away.

When we walk back to the car niall is still scowling.

"What the hell was that?!" I ask.

"I was done with his bullshit. He was doing it all night." He grumbles and pulls away from the caffe.

"You have some serious anger issues."

"Do not!" He almost yells. Then lowers his voice.
"He deserved it anyways. Lucky I don't sock him in his goddammed jaw right then and there."

"Where are we going now?" I ask.

"Back to the frat house is that okay with you?"

"I guess."


When we close the door to nialls room we decide to start out algebra.

He's a genius I quickly find out and copy half the answers. He tries to explain it to me a few times but eventually gives up.

"How are you doing this?" I ask wanting to smack my head on his desk repeatedly cause I don't get it.

"It's simple really. You just use the formula to find the answer then multiply it by ten."

"What."

"You're hopeless." He jokes. But he doesn't know the truth. I really am hopeless.

"Whatever."

"Atleast I'm not annoying as fuck." I respond. He's not but... Ugh I don't know what I'm doing.

"Oh me?" He laughs.

"It's the other way around really." He teases back. That's when I realize our faces are inches apart. He looks into my eyes and I can't help it. I kiss him.

He kisses back and we move our tongues in sync.

He pushes me back on his bed deepening the kiss. It gets intense and we both pull away gasping for air. And continue. His legs straddle me and my hands tangle in his hair. He then pins my hands above my head. And presses his hips against mine. I gasp from the pain of the pressure on my cuts.

Then I hear the door open and we both jolt up. Harry is standing in the door way mouth wide open.

"Shit."