One Direction Imagines

Reading -Niall-

"Stacey, I gotta study. Just leave if you wanna talk." You and your best friend have been fighting lately, and you really need to focus on your work for your classes if you wanted to graduate.

"Fine." She scoffed and her heels clicked against the tiles as she walked out of the library. You sighed and banged your head on the table once on the table. You started to work when you heard a low chuckle. You looked up, startled, and looked around.

"She frustratin' ya?" A deep Irish accent asked. The boy plopped down into the seat next to you.

"I hope this seat wasn't already taken. Cause it is now." Niall Horan. School's player, he plays football and is the quaterback.(I know, ironic right?) Even though you've never spoke to the blonde boy, you disliked him with a passion. You didn't like hating people.

"I need to work. So if you don't mind, you and your Irish jig can go somewhere else." You waved him off and started working. It was silent for awhile, so you assumed he left. But he didn't.

"I can do a good jig. But...I'd rather do it with you." He whispered in your ear, his hands on the table on either side of you, blocking you from escape.

"N-Niall, go away." You turned and pushed at his chest but he didn't budge. He took your chin in his hand and kissed you. Your eyes widened as his lips moved against your still ones.

"Kiss me." He ordered softly, but held authority in his voice. His lips met yours again, more gentle though. You closed your eyes and cupped his cheeks and stood, still maintaining the kiss. His hands sat on your waist, massaging the skin under your shirt.

"N-Niall." You tried to break from him, even though a little voice in your head begged you not to.

"Yes princess?" He asked, a firm grip on you still.

"I have to study." He shrugged.

"Me too. Your body." He tugged you to the janitors closet.

Hola, so I kicked this off with a Niall imagine, pm me if you want to request something, and I may ask you some questions about it. :)

Be you!

MH xxx