Niall Horan Imagines 2

Connection (Request)

I tried not to let my teacher hear me sigh, confused as to how this activity would help us in class. I let my shoulders slump more than visibly to show my disinterest. I really hadn't been enjoying that class even though it was only the third week of school. Most all of our lessons and activities had been physical, but I didn't want to be anywhere but my bed. 

But it wasn't all bad. The new student, Niall, and I had been maintaining a strange connection, not to mention he was pretty cute. Every time we saw each other, my stomach would feel really fuzzy, and I'd want to smile. I suspected he felt the same way since he would always smile back, like he just knew. And when we talked, it just felt natural. Maybe I'd met him in another life. Even so, I liked being around him. His personality was better than most guys at our school, and he was at least motivated to get good grades. And he'd made friends so quickly that you'd think he'd manipulated them. Harry and Liam had immediately flocked to him, Zayn and Louis quickly following. They'd always been louder than life at school. 

So as we all stood in the gym, I kept my eyes on him. I had almost forgotten he was there because my brain was so foggy from the drowse. My shoulders didn't slump as much as the teacher started talking. 

"We'll be playing a short game, so pay attention; it'll go quick," he started. I furrowed my eyebrows, thinking that I'd rather do a worksheet. 

"Try to figure out the lesson in this, okay?" he reminded us, and has us all stand in a circle. Then we were instructed to close our eyes, which I'm sure not a lot of classmates did. 

"Now reach out your hands and make sure someone is holding both of them, but you can't be holding the same person's two hands," he spoke, drawing groans from people's mouths. I rolled my eyes, just wanting it to be over faster. 

I grabbed someone's hands, waiting for further instructions. I could tell they were both a boy's, but the curiosity of who tickled me. 

"Now keep your eyes closed and untangle yourselves!" Suddenly, everyone started pulling and pushing to try to get out and it turned into a big mess in which I could really only sit and wait.

The teacher quickly stopped us, seeing that there were far too many people in one group to do the activity. He split us up into groups of three, and as he numbered us, I found myself hoping quite a lot that I would be in Niall's group. 

When I heard his name be filed under a two and I a three, my heart dropped, but he did glance at me, so I would get over it. 

"Wait, I counted wrong," I heard the teacher speak, furrowing his eyebrows at Niall's particular group."We should have an even number in each group, but this one. . ." he trailed off, beginning to count bodies. I counted quicker though, finding that our group had one extra.

"It's our's that's over! I'll go to group two," I offered a little too quickly. Niall's eyes met mine, and a new feeling attached itself to his name; excitement. I walked over, standing where there was room as we started the activity again.

When I reached out, I thought to myself that it felt like I'd grabbed two of the same hands, but I didn't care. The faster I could open my eyes and sit down, the better. We tried to untangle ourselves, but it didn't really seem to affect me. The hands I held and my own weren't moved very much for a while. Eventually one of my arms had to be stepped over, and somehow I ended up right next to both of the hands I was holding.

"You messed up," someone sighed, and I quickly opened my eyes, seeing everyone looking at me, their arms in various directions. 

I looked directly in front of me, seeing both of Niall's hands in both of mine. We were so close to each other that the connection between us seemed to be pulsing, and I couldn't breathe for a second. It was weird, but I think it was good. 

I quickly let go of his hands, and he chuckled, staring at me. I apologized, feeling the fuzzy feeling in my stomach heat up and concentrate in my cheeks, pressing a hand that had just held his to my face. 

We stood away from the rest of the group since we'd isolated ourselves. 

"I guess we were drawn to each other," he spoke up, and I turned to look at him. As he took the first step in smiling at me first, I felt something whisper itself into my ears, resonating through me until I wondered why the thought hadn't occurred to me before. Something to describe the connection between us.

I'd found a new word for our connection. 

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thanks to crazily_amazing for requesting! i hope you liked it!  

tbh i didnt put the word love at the end because that wasn't what it was and i didn't put like bc that didn't make sense but you get it, right?

I'M SORRY I DIDN'T POST i have literally never dreaded school more than this year

it's only the third day 

Mel xx

p.s. be strong like i can't