EDITING!! My Everything: Niall Horan Ariana Grande

Chapter 6

Niall's P.O.V. 

I took out the pack of cigarettes and lit one. Pulling it up to lips and holding in the toxins. I know I'm not supposed to be smoking but I could care less. It's not a stress reliever, It's not a habit. I just do it for fun.

 My stress reliever is football, well soccer in American. Something about it makes me feel better. I've been playing since I was 8 back in Ireland. I took one more pull, allowing the smoke fly away, and watching as it does so, before putting it out.

From afar, I could see two blondes walking past me, staring as if I couldn't see them. They laughed like school girls before continuing along. Sometimes I hate the attention I get from my peers. Honestly, I just flirt. I do not date whats so ever. I find it absolutely useless. because people come into your life and mess with your head, then they leave you. 

So I'll stick to flirting, and then some. 

People call me a "Typical Fuck Boy". Do I care? No.

 Is It true? Yes.

 Once I lost my virginity in tenth grade, I just have fun. Not fulling caring about whom I have sex with, but more likely caring about how it feels.

I sound like a total ass right now but I don't really care. I was actually in the mood.

Suddenly to my luck, a semi-tall, dark-haired babe walks in my path. Her looks could kill and her ass completely caught my attention. She looked familiar as if I've already seen her before. That, or I have hooked up with her.

''Hey, you?" I questioned. because I don't know her name but I seemed to have caught her attention.

She stops in her tracks "The name is Jaide'' she huffs ''What do you want Niall?" she questioned sternly.

"So I do know you" I smirked throwing my already put out cigarette down and leaning against the post.

"Yes Niall, we know each other. So I thought"

"What do you want?" She added on, moving her hair from one shoulder to the other.

"Are you busy now?" I asked looking around the area.

A smile appears on her face as she knows what I'm trying to hint at. "Depending"

"I don't think I have to say anything, you should know what I want" 

"Too bad, I am actually very busy. But we can meet later if you'd like?" Her eyes go dark and lustful as she leans against the wall post too.

"Gladly, building E"

"See you there, bye Niall." She says slowly gliding past me in a sexual manner.

This is one of the many ways I get a girl. It's really simple.

Before walking to the gym, I stop at my car to spray some cologne to rid the cigarette smell. Also to take a breather before I get a lecture from my dad. I'm supposed to be that star perfect player, Drug-free, and all of that shit. But I uphold a reputation. That is different from my dad's vision.

Pushing open the Gym doors, hit with the cool air condition. I spot my Dad across the room talking away to some guy in a suit. I didn't feel like talking to him, so I made my way to the weight room, but he caught me. 

"Son! Come 'ere"

Huffing beneath my breath, I put on a fake smile before strolling over to my Dad and the rather short man. 

"Son, This is Sir Jones, former soccer coach here 10 years ago." My dad explained in the most annoying tone ever. Giving me these details as if I cared.