One Direction Imagines

Born Bad -James-

Some language is used, and some touching, but nothing too sexual.

"You look beautiful y/n." Mother stroked my hair softly. I looked at her in the mirror and smiled.

"Thank you, Mom." My Mom said she could do my hair for a night at the club. And who was I to refuse? She had taken care of it since I was 8 months old to when I was 9, occasionally having her do it for special occasions.

"No problem kiddo. Now go have some fun."

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"Carlye." I gestured with my eyes to the guy beside her, who had draped his arm over his shoulder and sat and talked. He looked like he wanted to be with her alone, or at least go dance. She gave me a look as if to ask if it was okay to go. I nodded and smiled softly.

"Me and Henry are just gonna go dance. I'll see you later, y/n." But we both knew Carlye and I wouldn't see each other for a few days. But I let her go. She needed as much stress relief as I did.

I took one last gulp of my beer and walked out of the club, wrapping my coat around myself to fight the cold air. I was a little tipsy, but not too much, so I could walk. I had rode with Caryle, half expecting she would drive me back home. But I guess not so I took out my headphones and iPhone and started listening to 'Happy Little Pill' by Troye Sivan. I used to have a drug problem, and this was the song I always listened to.

It was relaxing and just...made me feel free.

I saw something from the corner of my eye and I turned to see nothing. I was probably just hallucinating, so I kept walking with the music blasting through my ears.

***

"Ms.Y/l/n, a man is here to see you." I looked down at the calendar attached to my desk and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Uh, his name?" Jessica paused for a minute.

"Horan." I froze and closed my eyes and took deep breaths.

"Which one?"

"Excuse me?" Jessica asked. I sighed.

"Send him up." I hung up and fisted my hair with my hands. Niall? James? I highly doubted either would visit me anytime in my life after college.

Before college we never knew each other, in college...and after college I left, trying to forget it all. They all say you aren't born bad, you are made. Not James. He was born bad.

Niall. The sweet guy was taking out his inner darkness. Whenever Niall "changed", he acted just like his twin. And that's why I was scared to see either. Both could be very sexy, but short tempered, rough, and...addictive.

A knock sounded on my door and I took deep breaths as made my way to the door. I opened it and turned around, I couldn't see which one. I just...didn't wanna face my past yet. I made my way to the window that overlooked the city.

"Oh, y/n. Why must you be so unhappy to see lil' old me? I thought I was the greatest you've ever had. Or was that just the plant talkin'?" His deep chuckle and choice of words let me know it was James.

Niall would never speak about it so openly. You would have to pry to get him to joke around about it with you.

"James." I whispered softly, leaning my forehead against the window lightly. His footsteps approached me.

"I'm not here to hurt ya, baby girl," He didn't look at me, but tucked my hair behind my ear. "I just wanna talk."

"I know James Horan would never just, "wanna talk"." I whispered.

"Well, doesn't my baby girl know me?" He chuckled and I felt his breathing on my neck, making shiver.

"I could never figure you out, James." I muttered once again.

"When we were alone though, you knew just what I was all about. But, you could never figure out why I'm this way. Pain." His hands rested on my waist.

"She just left, but I could barely cacth my breathing, or get clothes on to get her. She took my virginity. Took it and left. I was another card to pass onto the table, for another to pick up and play once again. When I saw you, I wanted to take my pain out on a sweet little virgin and leave." I felt his cheek pressed against my shoulder and his lips brushing my ear.

"And I did. But, I couldn't ever f.ucking stay away from your damn body," He started to run his hands over me. "Your hips, your breasts, your lips that never got swollen, your eyes, always that sweet y/e/c color. I never wanted to leave you." Then his hands stopped.

"So I made you apart of my world. Drugs, addictions, getting higher than the Empire state, dealing, and...the hottest sex." His lips, just a whisper away, ran over my shoulder and removed my jacket.

"A cut shirt, huh?" He ran his cold fingers over my stomach, and I bit my lip.

"James." I could hear his smirk.

"I'll be here after you're done. Expect me. Always." I closed my eyes and bit my lip.

"Yes, James."

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Hope that was...lengthy.