Grasp - A punk Niall Horan fanfiction.

"Is Deanne here?"

Chapter 2: "Is Deanne here?"

Deanne's -POV-

"Max held my hand earlier while we was small talking. It was sweet and romantic, but he makes it seem like so platonic" my bestfriend Carrie whispered as she explains her encounter with her ultimate crush since 1st grade.

I looked at her, confused "What do you mean platonic?" I asked, emphasizing the word platonic, as my fingers were flipping the pages of a historical novel for our homework,

"Platonic; as in we're friends but he touches me like we're in a relationship" she answered "Everytime I'm with him he'll hold my hand like his my boyfriend but his face will be like normal, his face would be like "okay-I'm-holding-your-hand-now-what's-up" kind of look".

Pffft.....I feel you girl, Niall touches me like we're in a relationship except he's my motherfucking godforsaken bully!!!

"Okay...I get you" I chuckled in a low voice,

She glare at me "Why did you laugh?"

"Nothing...nothing" I shook my head, smirking

"Oh my god are you blushing?!" she gasped,

"...Shh...." the geeks beside our table hushed us both, oh yeah I forgot we were in the library,

"Sorry" Carrie mouthed, then looked at me raising her eyebrows,

"What?" I whispered closing the book, my forehead begginning to furrow,

"You...." her voice trailed off "......my friend, are inlove, aren't you?" suddenly her voice made a singing tone,

"Shut up, I am not!" I denied quietly "Stop making stupid fantasies"

"Come on, Dee....who's the lucky guy?" she playfully punched my arm,

"No o-" but before I could even speak, a hand covered both of my eyes, I heard Carrie clearing her throat, ugh must be Mr. Dickhead, I put the hand away and looking up and I was right indeed.

I growled "What do you want now??"

He sat beside me, putting his arms around as he tapped his fingers on my arm, "Hi Candace, can you leave me and Deanne alone for a moment?" he asked nonchalantly,

She rolled her eyes, taking a deep breath as she faked a smile at Niall leaving us both at the table,

I looked at Niall stonily "It's Carrie you fuck-whore" I slapped his arms around me as I opened the book again, pretending to read it so he might get bored and walk away,

Suddenly I felt my thigh getting warm, Niall was stroking his thumb back and forth, I have to say...it's a sweet gesture, but it's not right.

He closed the book I'm fake-reading "Come to my house at dinner, 8:00 and wear something nice" he interrupted,

I gave him a confused look, when I remembered we had a deal yesterday, well shit.

"Ugh," I grumbled "Can you atleast tell me why I'm doing this?"

He was about to say something but he didn't continue it "I'll tell it to you later"

I rolled my eyes "What's the catch?" I can't believe I'm actually doing this for him,

"I'll leave you alone"

"Really?? As in forever??" my voice squeaking,

He let out a quiet laugh "No! Ofcourse not, just 2 weeks"

"Are you serious right now??" the relief inside my voice fading,

"Yep" he popped the letter 'p'