Smile. ON HOLD(Punk Niall Horan Fanfic)

n i n e.

Recap:

"Yeah sure. Let's work in my room." I started walking and heard no footsteps behind me. I turned around and Talia wasn't following me. "Are you coming?" I stood there in the hallway looking at her. She just looked in her lap.

"C-can we work out here?" I sighed rubbed my temple.

"Fine. Whatever. I'll be back in a minute though." I walked to my room, leaving Talia sitting in my living room.

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(Talia's POV)

Niall left to go get some stuff in his room, and to be honest. I felt kinda...safe. Yeah, you probably think I'm crazy considering that I'm in the house of my bully. Not to mention we're alone.

Sure in the back of my brain I was screaming to get out of there but, I really didn't feel that bad. After Liana left and he closed the door on her, I looked into his eyes and they weren't the same devilish eyes I see in school. No, these eyes were different. Completely different. They were softer, more reassuring. I liked them. They weren't the same eyes that would taught me and beat me against the lockers. These eyes looked...scared. They were so hidden away and distant.

I looked around Niall's flat. It's a lot cleaner than I thought. I started walking around and saw some pictures on a shelf. I picked up one and looked at it. There was a women with blonde hair and a great big grin on her face standing next to a jolly man. Standing in front of them were two young boys. One you could tell was older than the other. The older boy had his arm around the younger boy and smiled a cheeky grin. The younger boy was smiling wide and his eyes were glowing. I looked closer at the younger boy. His eyes were sparkling like the ocean would do in the moon light.

I knew the boy was Niall. Of course not the same Niall as he was now, but it was him. He looked so different. There was no blue streaks in his hair. No tattoos covered his body. And he didn't look at all frightening. I picked up another picture and giggled. Niall was with his mum (I'm guessing) and he was making a funny face.

All of a sudden, I felt a hot breath on my neck. "What are you doing?!" Niall growled.

I jumped, causing the picture to fall out of my hands, and land on the floor. I turned around and covered my hand over my mouth. "I'm so sorry N-"

"Shut up!" Niall pushed me out of the way and bent down next to the pile of broken class. He moved them aside and picked up the picture. I didn't know what to do, I just stood there looking at him. I looked over Niall's shoulder and saw a water drip onto the picture.

Is he...crying?

"N-Niall..." He dropped the picture, slowly turning his head and looked at me. The look his his eyes were the most frightening I have ever since them. He stood up and slowly started walking towards me. I kept backing up until my back hit his couch.

"Did I say you could touch anything?!" Niall was so close that I could feel his breath on my lips. I couldn't find any words, so I just stayed quiet. "Answer me!"

I flinched. "I-I umm...ahh.."

"Stop mumbling!"

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to Niall." Niall's hand raised into the air. I closed my eyes and waited for the smack to come. It never did. I opened one eye and saw Niall looking down at the floor, his hand still in the air.

There were wet streaks running down his face. His body was lightly shaking and he just stood there.

"Niall..." I said looking at him cautiously. He didn't say anything. Not one word. He just stood there, in front of me. Still in the same potion. I looked up at his hand and there was some blood dripping down it. "Umm..." I wanted to grab his hand and clean up the blood but I was terrified of what he might do to me.

Niall slowly put his hand down so that it was by his side. We were still this close to each other.

"Niall. I'm really sorry about the picture. I'll get you a new frame if you'd like." I said my voice shaking. Niall just backed up, still looking at the floor.

I kept looking at his hand, watching the crimson liquid drip down his hand. Before I could stop myself I reached for his wrist and grabbed it. His face shot up and looked at me.

"What-"

"Your hand is...bleeding." He looked down at his hand and his eyes went wide. He tried pulling it back but I gripped his wrist tighter. "Let me clean you up." I said. Part of me was regretting I ever said it.

"I don't need any of your help." Niall said ripping his hand out and looking at the blood. I bunched my hands into a fist.

"Let me help you for once!" I yelled. Niall's eyes shot up at me and he looked shocked. "Why won't you let anyone help you?!"

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. He stuck out his hand waiting for me to grab it. I grabbed his wrist and asked him, "Where's your toilet?"

"Follow me." Niall started walking, me still holding his wrist. We walked down the hallway and opened the first white door on the left.

Niall walked into the bathroom first, me following after him.

"Sit on the toilet." I commanded him. Niall listened and sat down. I grabbed the paper towels and ripped one off. I turned on the sink and put it on hot.

I ran the towel under the water. Turning off the water, I turned to Niall and grabbed his hand. I looked closely at his hand and saw a tiny piece of glass stuck in his hand.

"Do you have tweezers?" I asked him.

Niall shrugged. "Don't know. Check the cabinets. " I nodded and started going through them.

I finally found some and a bottle of rubbing alcohol as well. I gripped the tweezers in my hand and started bringing them closer to his hand. I slowly started pulling out the piece of glass. Once I was finally done I put the piece of glass in the rubbish bin and set the tweezers aside.

I grabbed the wet towel and started cleaning up the blood. When I cleaned the blood from his hand I opened the bottom of rubbing alcohol and poured some into the towel.

"This might sting a bit." I told Niall. He nodded. I pressed the towel onto his wounded hand, causing him to hiss in pain.

"Son of a bitch!" He hollered.

"I told you it would sting." I reassured him. I lightly dabbed the wound and then threw the towel away. "And done." I said in a hush voice.

Niall stood up and looked at his hand. "Thanks."

I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, "No problem."

"Let's work on the project then yeah?" Niall said. I nodded and walked out of the toilet. We walked back into the living room and stood next to each other a bit awkwardly, not knowing what to do next.