Not So Perfect After All. (Niall Horan Fan Fic (Non Famous))

Chapter 8

DARCYS POV

I didn't think you'd enjoy reading about my three weeks of pain, so we skipped over them!

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I was up against my locker with Niall in front of me. I had one arm thrown over his neck and one draped over his back loosely, his hand was next to my head, on the locker, and his other was wound around my waist. His lips were pressed forcefully onto mine, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. We hadn't been able to do this since before my shoulder. He moaned as I pulled his lip piercing in between my teeth, before continuing exploring.

'God Guys! Break it up already, will ya?', Harry groaned. Lola was stood next to him, holding his hand tight.

Niall pulled off of me and turned to Harry. 'You try not kissing your girlfriend for the nearly a month! Then we'll stop!', He laughed. Harry and Lola were just as bad as we were, if not worse.

'Lol, you try not kissing Harry!', I laughed. They immediately scurried off. 'I've missed this', I sighed happily when Niall pulled me into a hug. I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder.

DINGGGGGGGGG

'Come on, let's get to class.'. We met up with Louis, Gaby, Beth, Lola and Harry on the way. Kai had suddenly started to hate me, probably because I broke up with Liam.

We formed in a pack, almost. I was at the front with Niall and everyone else just kinda merged behind us into an odd shape.

Niall opened the door for me, 'Thanks', I whispered.

We walked in, not making a grand entrance or anything. The group had disbanded since everyone else was in different classes.

I heard sniggering from the middle. 'Who does she think she is?'

'She thinks she runs the place', someone scoffed.

'Ha! A true fact, we do!', the blonde sneered. Plastics. Hated them. All of them. Can't they tell that everyone looks at us. I don't mean to sound all full of myself or anything, but.... just no...

'Come on, lets sit down', I said, glaring at the girls. There were only 5 people in the classroom, 3 of them being Nerds (not to sound mean).

We walked to the back of the class and took our usual seats. 'How's your shoulder?', Niall asked into the crook of my neck.

'It's fine', I giggled.

'What's so funny?', He asked.

'Your nose! It's tickling me', I laughed. He shoved his nose further into my neck making me giggle even louder. The people in class turned to stare at us. 'You little shit!', I laughed.

'What you looking at!?', Niall's voice turned from my Niall to just Niall. The girls who were staring at us went wide eyed before quickly snapping their heads back to the front or down to the desk. 'I hate it when they stare!', he grumbled.

'It's 'cos we're different.'

'What do you mean?', his voice had a hint of anger.

'Well, you asked me why I helped you, so did everyone else. They all asked me why I like you, I said just because I do and that you're such a nice person. Everyone doubted me. When I went to form class after we'd walked in together, everyone thought I was using you. Nobody can get it through their thick skulls that I'm with you because I like you, not just to shove it in Liam's face.', I whispered.

'Everyone thought you used me?', he sounded amused.

'Stereo types. They thought because a popular had broken up with another popular, i'd go on a one night stand rampage.'. Niall laughed at my comment before wrapping his arm around my shoulder.