Niall Horan Imagines ☻

Bet 16

What the hell was that? One day, Niall's all dreamy and perfect, being a true gentleman as he leads you through the soccer field of a stadium. The next, he's back to being a jerk. What was the point of wooing you over if it was just going to end in heartbreak? You sulkily left the empty classroom, without a partner to work on the project with. As you entered the crowded hallways, you spotted Niall almost immediately. You couldn't help it, of course. Your eyes had been trained to search for your one and only. Unfortunately, he wasn't alone. He had the blonde girl pushed up against the lockers. He was too busy snogging her to notice you walking by. You choked back a few tears before running away from the sight. What the heck was that? After one day back together, Niall's suddenly a different person. No, he's not a different person. He's back to being to who he truly is. He's always been like this, he's just better at hiding it sometimes. You quickly wiped away a salty tear before running away from the boy who's broken your heart an unexceptional amount of times. *** Later that night, you sat in bed, contemplating a difficult math problem as you chewed on the tip of your pencil. Before you were able to jot down anything, your phone rang on the bedside table. You groaned, leaning over to see that a text message had popped up on the lock screen. Your eyes darted around the notification, seeing that the short message was from... Niall. It read, "Wasn't very appreciative of the way you acted today." You furrowed your eyebrows before unlocking your phone. What the hell? Doesn't he know that everything that happened today was his fault? "What the fuck are you going on about?" you furiously typed. "What did I ever do to hurt you?" His reply came back within seconds, "Don't lie to me you slut. I saw you flirting with that guy before school today." Slut? Flirting? Where is all this coming from? "Don't say anything unless you can prove it, Horan." "Fine," he replied. A few moments later, a picture popped up. You were stood by a locker next to your lab partner, Ben. He had his hands placed gently on your arms as you smiled back at him. For god's sake, you swore before pulling up your phone's keyboard. "That's my friend, Ben. We've been close family friends for years. You have a problem with that?" "Well, how was I supposed to know? You should've told me!" "Well, how was I supposed to know you'd be such a sensitive prick," you mocked before typing back one final response. "Have fun with your project, by the way. Your partner's the perfect fit for a dick like you: clueless and inconsiderate."