Niall: "You are a stupid freaky bitch!" the Irish accent said behind you. You turned away from your locker and saw him, you smirked, knowing exactly what he was going on about. "I;m sorry Niall, revenge isn't so sweet now is it? Not when youre on the receiving end," you smirked. "Why would you tell Lacey I called her a whore? I never said that! Now I have no date to the prom!" He shouted. "Sucks doesn't it? You told Matt that I kissed you, and now I have no boyfriend AND no date to the prom! Now you know what it's like to have lies spread about you!" you yelled, raising your voice because he was raising his. You and Niall had always been like this, he bullied you for a year, and then you started fighting back. Now you two were always head to head. You knew a part of you was attracted to him, always wondered what it would be like to just push him into the lockers and kiss him. Wondered how he would react, or if he would kiss you back. But, on the other hand, a part of you could never love him, he would always just be a jerk to you, and you were not the kind of person who would tolerate that. "I haven't had a solid boyfriend for the past two years! All cause of you! Why do you always spread rumors about me to guys I like? You are nothing but a bully and a jerk," you said to him and he shook his head. "You aren't exactly setting the right example for me princess," he smirked, "you're just as bad as me." "No way! You started all of this! I'm just giving you a taste of your own damn medicine," you yelled, then added, "and I am not your princess. Don't call me that." He rolled his eyes and got closer to you, "Well, now we are both without prom dates. That's a shame, eh?" he said, his voice softer now. you looked at him like he was crazy. Was that his smooth way of asking you to the dance? "Ha, no way Horan," you rolled your eyes at him, grabbing a book from your locker and walking past him. "Oh my God!" He groaned, and knocked the book right out of your hand. "Why would I ever want to go to the prom with you Niall? Do you think it makes you attractive when you act controlling and stupid and possessive and mean? Cause it doesn't. It just makes you look like an asshole. And I go for gentlemen. Not jerks like you," you said, not bothering to grab your book. "You aren't exactly a lady yanno," he fired back, backing you into the door behind you. You suddenly couldn't think of any witty come backs. Your mind was on him, how close he was, how good he smelled, how hot he looked right at this second. You tried to get your head out of the clouds but then he said, "You are really hot when you're pissed." You looked up at him shocked, "well, you don't look too bad yourself," you said. He smirked and leaned down, kissing you deeply. You fought back at first, but then couldn't control yourself, you wrapped your arms around him and kissed him. "God I love you," he said, breathing deeply then pulling you back for another kiss. "Prom?" You said, pulling away before standing on your toes and kissing him again. "Definitely," he mumbled against your lips, kissing you deeply.
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