Smile. ON HOLD(Punk Niall Horan Fanfic)

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I stopped listening when I saw Talia and Luke get out of the same car. I watched as they laughed and then he picked her up. I felt a knot form in my stomach.

Please don't tell me they're together.

Why the fuck would I care anyways. I turned my head and faced front. But I still watched them in the corner of my eye.

Please don't be together...

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(Talia's POV)

Everyone kept staring at Luke and I. I was starting to feel kind of self conscious. I guess Luke noticed cause he wrapped his arm around mine. "Hey it's okay. Try not to let them get to you too much alright?" I looked up into his eyes, and smiled. I nodded.

He rubbed the side of my arm and kept saying it was gonna be okay. He walked me to my locker and told me to wait for him when I was done, so he could walk me to class. "Okay." Luke smiled and walked away, waving.

I can't believe this.

Luke was an amazing person. So amazing I could hardly believe it. He was something out of a dream. A dream. Fiction. Fake. Not real.

He's faking everything Talia.

Not you again.

Come on Talia, think about it. Why would Luke want to talk to you. OF ALL PEOPLE. Y-O-U!

Shut the hell up brain. I can't listen to my stupid conscious. I can't. Luke can't be faking.

Goddamn Talia. Stop fucking lying to yourself. You're a nobody. Luke's a hot guy who's actually talking to you. Don't you remember what Recce-

Stop it! Stop it! I bit my lip hard and did my locker combination. I hate myself for over thinking things...But what if I'm not over thinking. What if Luke's actually playing with me. Trying to get me close to him and then he's going to throw me away.

It's the only way this all makes sense Talia. I mean come on. I you know there isn't anybody who ACTUALLY likes you.

My conscious was right. No one liked me. Everyone avoided me. Nobody ever helped me. Until now...something's gotta be up. I sighed. "I knew it was too good to be true." I whispered.

"You knew what was too good to be true?" I turned my head and gasped. Niall. He laughed. I instantly frowned and looked away.

"What do you fucking want?" I growled.

"Woah! Watch the attitude. I was just asking a question." I ignored him. "Hey. Hey Talia. I'm talking to you." His voice started getting higher.

"Get away." I said. I slammed my locker door shut and turned my back on him.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." Niall's voice sounded a lot harsher now. But I still wasn't going to turn around. "Ugh!." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me. My eyes went wide. He started running thought the hall and wouldn't let go. I tried to get my wrist out of his grip. but he was much stronger than me.

"Niall stop!" He didn't listen. Once he finally let go, we were in the boys locker room. I held my hand to my chest and rubbed it with my other hand. "What do you want!" I yelled. He sighed.

"Now you'll listen." I scoffed. I turned on my heal to leave. But Niall grabbed my wrist again. He jerked me back and to his chest. "Don't go Talia. Please..." My heart nearly stopped. He sounded so desperate. I slowly turned around and looked into his eyes. They looked hurt. He let go of my wrist and I turned my whole body around to face him.

"Niall what's wrong?" He turned his head. I sighed and crossed my arms. "Come on Niall. You can't just drag me, forcefully, and not tell me what's wrong." I honestly shouldn't be caring about Niall considering what's he's done to me, but I'm not about to stoop to his level. I stepped closer to Niall and put my hand on his shoulder.

He tensed up. Niall looked down at my hand and then at me. He licked his lips and took his lip ring between his teeth. He looked like he was thinking about something. "You can tell what's wrong. I won't judge you." He just kept looking at me. What is he looking at? I followed his gaze. I-is he looking at my lips? "Hey Niall, umm are you alr-"

I was cut off by Niall's lips crashing onto mine. My eyes went wide. When his lips touched mine, it felt like a fire had been lit through out my whole body. When I finally realised what was going on I put my hands on Niall's chest and tired to push him off. Niall's lips peeled from mine and I slapped him across the face then backed away.

"W-What are you doing?" I stuttered. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. He looked down and held his hand to his cheek. I balled my hand into a fist. "How..how dare you! How could you do that to me!" He looked at me and cocked his head to the side. "I can't just make my life fucking hell after more than five years, and out of nowhere KISS ME!" I screamed. "You can't do that to me! You're fucking mad. Are you just toying with me?! Are you just doing this so everyone can make fun of me and call me a slut again? The last time you kissed me you ruined my relationship and whole life! How fuc-"

"I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I said I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you so bad. All I wanted was-"

"Shut the fuck up! Of course you meant to hurt me! You ruined everything for me. Everything!. I didn't do anything to you..and you...you ruined everything." Tears began to form in my eyes. "Why did you do it? How could you do something so cruel? Do you know what people did to me? Do you understand how horrible I feel about myself everyday? Huh? No right!" I yelled. Niall whispered something to himself. "What?!"

"I said I do understand!" He screamed. I took a step back. He saw the confusion on my face and sighed. "I'll tell you everything if you'll let me. I can't hide this secret to myself anymore." Secret? What fucking secret? "Please Talia. I want to tell you the truth. I want to tell you everything." I didn't know if I should believe him or not. I nodded my head before I can say anything else. "Really you'll listen?"

I sigh, "Yeah...I will." Niall smiles and walks up to me with his arms open. "Don't touch me." I tell him. He puts his arms down and nods. Niall walked over to the bench and sat down. He motions me to come sit next to him. "Wait what? Now? We have to get to class though."

"Come on, can't we skip just a few periods?" Niall begged. And Niall Horan never begs. Why am I doing this? I walked over to the bench and sit next to him. I shouldn't be here right now. I should be in class. But yet I'm sitting on a bench, in the boys locker room. With my bully, the guy who made my life hell. What's wrong with me? "Okay where do I begin?" Niall pondered.