Niall Horan Imagines

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I stood up and pain shot through my left leg. I quickly grabbed my crutches and put them under my arms. I grabbed my binder and calculator in my hand, trying to walk and hold it at the same time. The teacher kept talking as I walked out of the classroom a few seconds before everyone else. All the other classes had been dismissed and the people in the classroom behind me were telling me to move. 

I wobbled over and even over roar of the kids crammed into a tiny hallway, I heard snickering and my name. It's not my fault I broke my leg. Who else was gonna clean the windows on the second story roof? 

I kept crutching to my locker and I almost fell over. I was new at this. 

Suddenly, I lost grip on my binder and calculator. I watched them fall to the floor. Papers slipped out of the yellow binder and the calculators case flew off, along with a couple of buttons. I sighed as people stepped all over it. I waited for someone to move so I could maybe reach it, but no one was considerate enough. 

Suddenly, a hand came and swept up everything in one swift motion. I looked to see who it was and my heart was suddenly beating out of control. 

Niall. Oh gee. I was invisible to him. Maybe he felt pity for my condition. I looked into his beautiful eyes as he held my things. A slight blush crept into his cheeks, but mine never leaves anyways. 

People kept telling me to move. 

"Do you need some help?" He asked. I nodded shyly and kept progressing to my locker at the end of the hall. 

I got there and did the com quickly. I took my stuff from him and got more stuff for study hall. I looked behind me and he was still there. 

He held out his hand for my stuff and he piled it on his things. I began to walk again as he cleared his voice. 

"Where are you going?" He asked. 

"Gibson," I answered. 

"Oh! Me too," he smiled. 

"Yeah. I know," I said. As soon as I said it, I realized what that meant. I felt like a creeper as we walked into the classroom. 

I took my stuff and sat down in the very back. I hated the feeling of people's eyes staring into the back of my head. 

He sat to my left and I sucked in my stomach. I felt so nervous. Why is he being so nice?

After a stretching study hall, the bell rang. I got up quickly and grabbed my things. I got out the door as fast as I could, people flooding around me. Niall was in front of me, out of the door. I was still halfway in the classroom. 

"See you tomorrow, Mrs. Gibson," I said as I waited to get out of the door. She smiled and returned the message. I got to my locker after a minute of going down the hallway. I almost dropped my stuff again, but I grabbed it luckily. 

I was breathless at my locker and I put my backpack on my shoulders. I headed towards the stairs that no one usually uses. They wouldn't give my a key for the elevator because it was under maintenance. 

I slowly stepped down the stairs. Suddenly I felt the sensation of falling and knew it was over. 

Just as I saw the ground come closer to my face, I felt a hand wrap around my wrist. It pulled me back up onto my bad leg and I winced, but looked into Niall's eyes. 

He sighed and made sure I could stand. 

"Don't do that!" He exclaimed worriedly. 

"Do what?" I asked dumbly. 

"Scare me like that," he said. My heart was pounding and I got over the fact I almost died. He gave me my crutches back and I looked away awkwardly. 

"You don't have to help me, you know," I said as he helped me down the last stair. 

"I know," he said, not looking at me. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. He did the same.  

"Well, thank-" 

Suddenly lips came crashing into mine and hands held me steadily by the waist. I was surprised, but kissed back. I held his shoulders for support and tried not to scream into his mouth. After a few seconds, he let go but stayed close. He breathed a bit, then put his mouth next to my ear. My eyes were still closed. 

"Anytime," he whispered again my ear. His hands slipped off my waist and I bit my lip, still feeling his on mine. 

Okay. Yeah. I died and went to heaven.