"Please, I could take you any day," he bragged obnoxiously to his now accumulating band of followers surrounding him. The mere presence of the boy annoyed me. I don't know what is was about him that got so under my skin. Whether it was those ridiculous tank tops he wore that flashed his budging biceps; the cocky smirk that was constantly plastered on his face or the fact that such a gorgeous body was paired with his arrogant persona. It's like biting into the shiniest, red Apple to find that the flesh is rotten and infested with worms.
I raised an eye brow at his confidence. However, I had no doubt that his statement held more truth than I would like it to. It didn't take a degree in physics to see that his five foot 8 build would have a clear advantage over my smaller frame.
"What's the matter princess? Too afraid to admit that I'm right?" His Irish accent coming across heavier than usual.
"I'd like to see you try," I challenged. "You're just full of fighting talk with no follow up,". Turning on my heel before he could reply, I strolled briskly back to my office. Leaving Niall speechless for once in his life.
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Fighting talk // n.h.
Fanfiction//Niall Horan au Honour student Zara Hill learnt early on that working as a physiotherapist for fighters at Zeus Fitness would lead to many interactions with an array of personalities. But they all fall short of the Irish newbie, Niall. An obnoxious...
