Niall One Shots

True Outlaw

You sit in the clubhouse, looking out the window. There was one man you were waiting for. He was brunette with sun bleached hair, tall, broad, and the very reason why you were seen as a 'clubhouse whore'. Those girls who were waiting, and waiting, hoping to be picked up by one of the Irish Brothers of Mayhem, becoming an 'Old Lady'.

That was always the end goal.

That's why you were there, wearing tiny ass leather shorts, fishnet stockings, a small tank top, with their patch and name. Your tits were out and your make up was a bit overdone, your hair curled to perfection.

You had your eye on Niall Horan. The one who worked his way up so far he was now the right hand man to the president.

Girls were thirsting after him. They were what they all wanted. But so far, he had only eyes for you.

However, it didn't stop him from drunkenly rolling into bed with a different girl when he saw fit. You wanted to be the drunken whore he rolled around in bed with. But you never were.

Your heart skips a beat when you hear the growl of the Harley's rolling up. It might have skipped a beat before but now it was in overdrive. Pounding and pattering fast and hard.

The familiar blonde hair was poking out from underneath his helmet.

If there was one thing Niall loved more than pussy, it was his bike, his club, and his brothers. Soon, his Old Lady would be added-but he actually had to find one he felt for.

He parked his Harley on the right of the president, Harry O'Malley (due to being his VP and his best friend), and Liam Kelly was on the other side. Louis Tomlinson, or O'Tommo-was Niall's other best friend (only seen as Irish since his English fuck father dipped out. His Irish mum raised him right there in Ireland).

"Boys, I dunno about you, but I'm ready to go drown in booze and pussy." Louis stretches.

Niall chuckles and shakes his head, "You all know which one is off limits."

Liam rolls his eyes, "Oh cmon. She is prime pussy and hasn't been touched since you told the club to back the hell off."

"Yeah, mate, I've been meaning to tap that for a long while. And I can't. But yet you're burying yourself in other gashes." Harry gives you a look.

"Oh lay off it! You have your Old Lady, and you love her!" Niall pushes into him and laughs.

Harry and Ana had been high school sweethearts. She was that sweet, innocent school girl-looking damn fine in those Catholic school uniforms. While he was the bad boy-she couldn't help herself. They were hitched a year ago.

And she has taken to being an Old Lady rather well. Especially to the president no less.

"I do. But i won't be able to hold off on others-"

"She's just not around for fucking. Y/N is Old Lady material. I'm just-"

"But a wee bit shy, aren't ya Nialler." Louis shoves Niall.

"Oh shuddup." Niall flames at the cheeks, going into the club house. He glances over at you and his heart skips a beat and his stomach filled with butterflies.

Fucking pussy. He forced his eyes away and winks at another biker whore before going to pour himself a triple shot of Jack. He sips on it slowly and shoots shit with the rest of his brothers. About girls, about work, and towards each other.

You knew he had glanced at you, your heart squeezed in that moment. But it was ever so fleeting as he turned his attention to another girl. Which hurt you a bit. But what could you do? You had all ready approached him once before. And he had said now. And since then... You being laid by anyone was not a possibility. You got looks. But no one touched.