Niall Horan Imagines ☻

Bet 11

Once the dismissal bell rang, you began making your way to room 346, or in other words, detention. You were kind of glad that you had gotten detention since it was an excuse for you to avoid Niall. You smiled at the thought of him standing all alone in the parking lot, cluelessly waiting for you to arrive. That jerk deserves it for all that he did to you. "Miss (Y/N), you're late," your History teacher glared at you as you made your way into the empty classroom. "Am I the only one here?" "Don't avoid my remark, miss," she continued. "I said you're late." "Um... I'm sorry?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "Yeah, you should be," she sneered. "Now take a seat." You rolled your eyes as you headed towards a seat near the back of the room, making sure you were as far away from your rude teacher as possible. "Excited for the next two hours?" she said. "Two hours?!" you straightened from your seat, eyes wide from disbelief. "You can't keep me here that long for something so stupid!" "You wanna make it three hours?" "N-no, miss." You slumped back in your chair, fumbling with your hands. You reached into your pocket to grab your phone. The empty pocket startled you for a split second, until you realized that your teacher had it at the front of the room. You sighed before leaning over and rummaging through your backpack to take out your homework folder. "What do you think you're doing?" Ms. Grayson snapped from the front of her room. Yeah, that's her name, Ms. Grayson. You scoffed in response, "My homework. What does it look like I'm doing?" "Well, you can't do that," she glared, standing up from her seat. "You're in detention." "Well, then what am I supposed to do?!" "Should've thought of that before you took out your phone during a test," she said, sitting back down in her plush seat. You shook your head as you stuffed your homework back into your bag and leaned against the hardback chair. Not long after, only a few minutes had passed yet it felt like a lifetime. How the hell were you supposed to survive this? "Stay here," Ms. Grayson spoke up. "I'm heading to the bathroom." You ignored eye contact with her as you continued staring into space.You thought back to earlier in the day during the History test. Technically, it was all Niall's fault. If he hadn't sent that stupid text, you wouldn't be stuck here in this trashy place- A knock interrupted your thoughts. Your eyes trailed around the room, trying to find the source of the noise. Shit, you whispered when you saw Niall waving giddily through the window.