Taking Innocence

Chapter Three

Chapter Three-

Niall POV-

Louis led me to the front office to get my schedule, the front office lady smiling and being really polite. I thanked her and gave her a smile, taking my schedule and checking my first hour class. Anatomy didn't seem that hard.

"Louis, do you know where room 710 is?" I asked him, grabbing his arm and looking at him. He smiled at me and led me down a few halls, stopping in front of a brown wooden door.

"Here you go Niall. I'm in room 420 if you need me. Come by any time, okay?" Louis gave me a quick hug, leaving right after to attend to his first hour class.

I took a deep breath, slowly opening the door and walking in. The bell already rang, meaning that everyone was here and class already started. Everyone turned and looked at me, making me blush and look at the ground.

"And why are you late?" A booming voice asked, making some of the kids giggle and making me blush harder.

I walked up to the teacher, holding out my hand. "I'm sorry sir, I was getting my schedule from the office. I'm new here, my name is Niall Horan."

He shook my hand, realization lighting up in his eyes as soon as I said my name.

"Ahh yes, I know who you are. Why don't you go take a seat by Mr. Malik." He pointed to the back of the classroom.

I turned and saw the beautiful boy from this morning. He was staring at me, some unknown emotion in his eyes.

I nodded my head at the teacher, walking to the back of the class and taking a seat by the dark angel.

I could feel him staring at me, making my cheeks heat up and making me look at the board. I was too scared to meet his eyes, knowing that I might get lost in them.

"What's your name new kid?" I heard a musical voice ask me, making me turn and look at him. His golden eyes stared into my boring blue ones, a blush spreading across my face.

"My name is Niall Horan." I replied, looking at the board again.

Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my knee, squeezing it harshly and making me gasp in surprise and pain.

"Look at me when you talk," The voice growled, making him sound more appealing than he already does.

I looked at him, "S-s-sorry," I mumbled, looking down after I said that.

The grip on my knee didn't loosen, in fact, his hand went a couple inches higher, making my breath hitch in my chest. No one has ever done this to me and I didn't know what to do.

He leaned closer to me, his warm breath washing over my ear and neck, making me shiver slightly. "Don't mumble. I want to hear your voice, especially when I have you moaning out my name."