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2# ONE SHOT NIALL: Detention

Im having a hard time updating, as I have a lot of drafts and just little time! I'm working hard these weeks on my studies, hope you can understand!

You thought you've seen it all with this boy. The winks that were only for your eyes, the flirtatious looks. But the lip biting became too much. In fact, so much that you both got yourself into detention.

"I told you to stop!" You semi-yell at him. He doesn't take no for an answer..

During the whole lesson you had to tell him off, it distracted you. No matter how much you enjoyed it, these things.. need be out of class.

So, instead of being at home and having a lovely cup of tea with milk.. you were stuck in the boring grey detention room. Only various inspiring quotes of famous and respected people the English teacher idolized were hanging on the wall. You kept reading them over and over again, getting enough of it, you turned to Niall. Who kept his eyes on you.

Your eyes gave him the signal to stop, your boyfriend refusing. Folding his arms and lean them on the table. Giving you this little grin, telling you 'you can't do anything about it, hon.'

And it annoyed you.

Because he was right, you couldn't. The reason was simple, you were in detention. And you didn't want to have another scolding from the teacher, who was eyeing everyone carefully. Another meeting with her deep deep wrinkles while she yelled would just be too much to handle.

Luckily for your boyfriend here, he just had to be the cutie who could remove her scary and intimidating wrinkles. She adored him, he was 'an absolute cutie'.

Creep.

There were a couple of times she wanted to go all lose on you telling you to 'keep those unrespectful, chatty and gobby lips shut'. But she would just glare at you.. and when she caught Niall giving his sweet little eyesmile, she would just melt and forget.

"I'm the one who has to punish you.." he soflty whispered.

Earning snickering from the other 'rule-breakers' in the school.

But somehow, the 'innocent cutie' never got any nagging. Too bad for him, he is not that loved by male teachers. Like Mr. Thomson, the one who got the two of you in here.

When you ignored his face-pleading for attention, he would just get handsy.

A warm hand placed itself on your much colder thigh, making you shriek in surprise of the sudden contact.

You would place your hand over his to remove it, but he would just take advantage of the attention and interwine hands.

A low wistle came from the back, getting the attention of someone no one liked having in the room.

"Would you like to return to this room tomorrow, Mike?" she asked him, the guy who made the noise, raising her glasses.

He shook no in response and she carefully started watching a girl making a paper aeroplane.

You looked at Mike, earning a wink back. Turning back to Niall, he had eyes that could literally kill. Making Mike raise his hands in defeat. But still grinning.

After another long while thinking about how you could have been home already, the bell rings.

"Go," was what she said, "and please don't return."

You practically ran out, feeling the air of freedom. Heading to your locker an arm grabbed you quickly but gentle.

"Hey, hey, hey, not so fast you," the blonde haired boy wrapping you in an embrace.

"Niall.. I have to head home, right now. I don't have any time to play," you said, while holding the hands that have placed themselves over your waist.

"Then make time," as easy as he said it, it wasn't.

Your mom will probably get furious, you never even had detention before. Ever.

The longer you stayed here, the longer she will nag when you get back.

You got yourself free from his tight hug, earing a groan. "You're no fun, darling. No Niall time at all these days." He pouted.

Not that face, anything but not that face. You knew what he was talking about, but your studies were a tad more important. Too bad he doesn't understand..

"I know.." you sigh, "but after these two weeks.. all my time is for you.. and you only." On the face of the blonde puppy formed a smile, "I need to go now, Niall."

A last kiss, and you were off. With a heavy heart of temporary rejection, he turned back. Whistling, holding his bag on one shoulder as he passed your locker.

"See you tomorrow, princess," he smiled and walked away from the with spray paint coated locker.

'I wonder how long it will take to give you detention for vandalism, (Y/N)'

His face just gave away he did something sly, "in detention."

Well, I'm having hard times right now. In just 2 weeks I will be free from tests etc. and finally have my summer break!

But these two weeks will be very important to me!

So wish me luck, after that I promise to make up for all the late updates and just not giving enough attention.

Though, I have like 10 drafts..

Sigh!

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