Niall Horan Imagines

Embarrassed

I stepped up in front of the class and hoped I looked okay. I tried to keep my eyes off of Niall, or I would break down.

"So what is your presentation on?" Mr. Smith asked us. I looked at (random person).

"It's about the Triangle Shirtwaist fire in 1911," she explained perfectly. I swallowed. (Random girl) and (random guy) looked calm. I was freaking out on the inside. I stood and smiled like I was kind of amused.

As the short presentation went on, I waited for my turn to say something, but learned it become irrelevant. Overdrive tickled the edges of my mind. I was about to have a meltdown. I could feel my face heating up at my nervousness. I had nothing to say anymore!

"They worked from 6 to 9 at night and on Sundays too," (random girl) said. I looked at her desperately. She stole my bit about Sundays! Mr. Smith reprimanded her because her fact was irrelevant. I breathed in and out quickly.

Crap.

"Who hasn't said anything yet?" He looked down the line and his eyes landed on me. "(Y/N)! What do you have for us?"

I answered truthfully. "I don't." He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Come on, give us something." I felt my cheeks get redder and redder as I tried to think. My mind went blank. I did the worst thing I possibly could at the moment. I looked right at Niall who was in the second row. I turned away, but the mere thought that he was staring at me did not help.

"I don't have anything," I barely got out. I felt nauseous and tears brimmed at my eyes. The teacher just stared at me, and I realized everyone else was screaming at me to say something or other. The wave finally pushed me under. The tears leaked and I put my head in my hands, sobbing loudly.

Everyone immediately stopped talking and was silent. I looked up directly into Niall's eyes on accident.

I saw the door, and in a split second I was out of it, sprinting down the hallway. I sobbed loudly. I found myself down in the empty lunch room, over in the corner, huddled up into ball. All the lights except the ones from the kitchen were off, and I was thankful for that. I squeezed my eyes closed and tried not to make any noise. My sniffles were pretty loud.

I left the tears sliding down my cheeks to continue to do so, piling up under my chin until they dripped down onto my knees. I used my frigid fingertips to try to cool my burning cheeks. After a few more minutes, I realized I would have to go back eventually.

As my eyes dried, I stared at the ground idly. I heard footsteps and panicked.

Niall ran into the lunch room and stood, searching the dark room until his eyes landed on me.

"Gosh (Y/N)," he said, walking towards me. I stayed curled up, my eyes widening at his increasing closeness. He pried my hands from my knees and made me stand up.

He was making me move in a strange way and I furrowed my eyebrows. One hand was on my waist, the other still held my hand, and my hand had landed on his shoulder. Oh.

"Niall," I said as my voice cracked. "Why are you trying to make me dance?" I asked. He looked at me and I looked away.

"My mum always did this when I was upset," he told me. I nodded briefly. He stopped when he realized he was controlling my actions and I was limp in his arms. In his arms.

"C'mon. You can't pout forever," he half-chuckled. I looked down at his feet.

"I can try," I mumbled. He made a 'pshhh' noise and lifted my chin to look at him in the dim light. Oh how beautiful he was.

"Mr. Smith wants to talk to you," he said, releasing his fingers. I felt like my heart had just been slapped. I shook my head.

"That was too embarrassing," I told him, looking straight into his eyes.

"You'll be fine. He was upset about it for a minute," he said. I sighed. I zoned out and thought for a minute when suddenly Niall flinched.

"What?" he whispered, looking horrified. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked around.

"What?" I repeated. His mouth dropped open in awe.

"No you cannot kiss me. Why would you even ask?" he asked, bewildered.

"I didn't."

"You did too! Two seconds ago. What the crap?" he said, backing away a bit. I stared at him, confused.

Oh. I say things out loud when I zone out. Crap. My face turned red again.

"Oh. Sorry, Niall." I bit my lip nervously.

"I'm glad you left. Best two minutes of my life." My mouth couldn't drop open fast enough and my heart couldn't process the pain that it was in before he spat his last word at me.

"Slut."

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oops. again...this actually happened to me. Except I didn't run out...

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