Purity Ring // n.h. au

eight.

"You listen to Britney Spears?" I stifled a giggle as I turned up the radio. I had tried to ignore what had happened ten miles back and Niall had gotten the idea as well, acting as his usual self and pretending like he didn't just kiss me. 'Toxic' blasted throughout the car and I couldn't help but sing, the song was too catchy for my own good.

"Shut the fuck up. You probably listen to some boy band shit, at least Britney Spears is hot," Niall argued defending his various CD's I had stumbled upon that lay in the glove box. I scoffed because I did enjoy 'boy band shit' as Niall so nicely put it.

"The Backstreet Boys are great and not to mention Nick Carter," I sighed, puberty had really done him well. "Now he is hot." It was so odd to be having a normal conversation with Niall and surprisingly not have awkward tension or arguing. I was just more than grateful neither of us had said anything about the kiss, it was definitely out of nowhere. I couldn't say I would take it back if I had the chance, because oddly enough I wanted it to happen again.

"Whatever," Niall rolled his eyes which made me laugh. "So you're into old men then?" I scoffed and punched his arm, which earned a laugh from the blonde devil himself. "God you hit like a girl."

"Well I kind of am a girl so I'll take that as a compliment," I shrugged and glanced out the window. We were close to my house, the nearby park and various old houses lined with flowers being a clue. The day hadn't gone too terribly, although Niall scared off any chances of me making friends. I didn't know exactly where I stood with Niall at this point, I didn't totally hate him (I had to rethink my previous thoughts after he kissed me and I enjoyed it), but I wouldn't have sex with him.

After all Niall was a horny asshole but I couldn't exactly understand why he didn't just go shag some other girl who was willing. Maybe we could just be friends? Although the idea sounded stupid, it could possibly work. He did irritate me to no end and was a never ending stream of perverted comments, but maybe knowing we would only be friends would put a stop to it.

Niall pulled his beat up car next the curb of my house and I immediately noticed my mother's car in the drive. "Shit, shit, shit," I mumbled as I saw my mum standing on the front porch, arms crossed, looking less than happy. "Bye Niall."

I quickly tried to yank the door open but it was still locked. I pulled on it a few times and waited for Niall to get out and open the door for me, but instead of doing that he sat laughing at my frustration. "Are you gonna open the fucking door for me or not?" I yelled in his face, feeling my mother's eyes burn into my side. I was so totally fucked, I didn't even know why she was home so early, it made no sense seeing she usually worked into the early morning hours.

"If you're gonna get in trouble, might as well make it worth it right?" Niall smirked and I had no idea what he was suggesting. I knew I was going to be in trouble but I didn't need Niall making it worse for me. "Just trust me, yeah."

I swallowed and slowly nodded, he had a point I guess. I rarely ever got in trouble but this time I was already gonna be screwed, so what did I have to lose? Niall killed the ignition to his car and hopped out, slamming the door in the process. He slowly walked around to my side of the car and winked at me. It didn't help settle the nerves in my stomach, but instead increased them.

Niall slowly opened the door and smirked, "Follow my lead." I weakly nodded and stepped out, snatching up my backpack in the process. Niall grabbed onto my hand and I almost wanted to pull it away. What the hell was he doing? My mother's frown deepened as we approached the front porch and I could already hear her shouting.

"Hey mum," I offered quietly and Niall stifled a laugh. I harshly yanked on his hand and he shut up.

"Don't 'hey mum' me," My mother shouted angrily which caused me to flinch. "You skip school and then you come home with this," she gestured to Niall who stood by my side. I scowled I oddly felt the reason to defend him, just because he drove a shit car and looked like a total douche didn't mean he deserved to be treated rudely. She didn't even know him, so it wasn't as if she was in any position to judge. My mother was always like this, if something didn't meet her standards exactly, it wasn't good enough.