One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Niall Imagine for @niallsprincess2018

Niall imagine for Ashley. Hope you like it! :)

**Ashley’s P.O.V**

“Hey, Ash!” (Y/BFF/N) called to me from down the hall. I smiled and shut my locker, leaning against it until she caught up to me. “You ready for the homecoming game tonight?”

“Hell yeah!” I shouted, causing her to laugh.

“Niall’s coming, right? Didn’t you make him swear to show up?” she interrogated, stopping outside of her Biology classroom.

“Yes, I made him swear. And he promised me a hundred times that he would turn up and watch us cheer.”

“Does he happen to be bringing a friend?” she asked, winking comically. “I don’t know. Say, perhaps a certain curly-haired friend will tag along?”

“I don’t know if Harry’ coming or not, (Y/BFF/N). Let it be a surprise. I’ll see you later for warm-ups before the game,” I told her, hurrying off to make it on time for English class.

By the end of the day, the amount of excitement in the air was unbelievable. Students were parading around the hallways in groups dressed from head to toe in the school’s signature colors, some even waving around noisemakers and horns. I made my way to the locker room, my backpack slung over one shoulder and my duffel bag on the other.

“Hey, Ashley,” I heard a voice call out, and I turned around to face my “friend,” (B/N). (B/N) was the quarterback on the football team, was insanely popular, incredibly handsome, and he was not modest in the least about all of his achievements. For the last three years, (B/N) had been trying to get me to go out with him, despite me telling him that I had a boyfriend and I wasn’t interested. Besides, he didn’t want to actually go out with me. He just wanted some action, and so far, he has pretty much done half the cheerleading squad. Most of them were clueless about the game he played, but there were those few that went along with it and enjoyed the ride while it lasted.

I sighed, turning back around to keep walking to the locker room. “What, (B/N)? I’m kind of busy.”

“C’mon!” he replied, jogging towards me until he was walking by my side. “I need some good luck for the game. I was hoping for a hug.” I huffed in response, and he pleaded again. “Oh, chill out! Just one hug, and then I promise I’ll leave you alone.”

I stopped in my tracks and gave him a quick hug before pulling away. “There. Now go warm up or something.”

“No good luck kiss?” he half-joked, puckering his lips.

“(B/N), I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again. I have a boyfriend,” I said, enunciating each word clearly and slowly so that he would get the message through his thick skull.

“And?” he ignorantly replied, and I clenched my hands in response before turning around and storming away. “Be sure to look cute in that uniform for me tonight!” he shouted before I disappeared in the locker.

Seeing my annoyed expression, (Y/BFF/N) came over to me and placed her hand on my shoulder. “(B/N)?” she guessed, and I groaned.