One Direction Imagines

Dark Niall

It was the first day of school. I had just transferred here as my mother had decided to leave my asshole father's life for good.

I was seated in a chair at the baxk of the class of my fist period. Right then, a guy walked up towards me.

He was dressed in a white shirt, black leather jacket and a pair of black jeans. To top it all, he was wearing raybeans that covered his eyes. He had many tattoos on both his arms that travelled up to his neck. He had a lip ring on his rpink lips. His hair was dyed in a light purple colour with a brown colour at the roots. He was carrying a haversack which slung across his left shoulder while he gripped onto the books he was carrying on his left hand tightly.

All heads turned to him as he made his way down to the back of the classroom. He glanced at the girls who were staring openly at him. Some turned to their friends and start giggling while others' jaw just open bigger. The boys were trying to act all cool and act as if they hadn't seen h I might but it was obvious that they were also uncomfortable with his presence.

His footsteps stopped right in front of my table, where I was, discreetly observing the reactions of the girls. He looked at me dead in the eye before saying,"Move."

"I'm sorry. What?"

"Look," he started, taking of his ray beans, revealing a pair of blue, gorgeous eyes. As I was beginning to fall for those death trap eyes, he continued,"You're in my seat."

What? Who does this jerk think he is? The king?

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't know." I replied, faking a sweet smile.

"Well?" He asked expecting me to move out of the seat.

Pretending to just realise that, I said," Oh. You want me to move?"

"Duh." Was all he said to make me flare up. But, not wanting to attract any more attention, I retorted back.

"Too bad I came here first." Then, suggesting," Maybe you can find somewhere else to seat."

His brows furrowed as he stared dead in my eyes. If looks could kill, I could've withered! But I still stand firm. I am not going to budge just because you say so, you bully!

Right then, the teacher came into class, saving me from any other humiliation.

He reluctantly slipped into the seat beside me and stared straight in front.

_ _ _

We were gathered in the living room. My new found friend, Selena, had invited me and a couple of friends to hang out at her place.

When I arrived there, I saw four boys. They introduced themselves.

One of them had his brown hair combed back. His hair matches his brown eyes. He was clad in a simple buttoned-down, sleeveless shirt and a pair of black jeans. He smiled politely at me while he introduced himself," Hi. My name's Liam."

Another had his messy curls in a beanie. It looked as if he was desperately trying to keep the curls into his beanie but failed. However, some of his hair escaped the wrath of the beanie in fashionable curls. He was dressed in a plain light blue shirt with his sleeve folded upwards just a tiny little bit. He introduced himself with a really thick British accent,"Hi. I'm Harry."

Seated on the floor was a boy. He was clad in a light grey sweater. It's sleeves were pushed upwards till it reaches his elbow. He was also wearing a pair of black jeans. His jet black hair was combed upwards. He flashed me a cute smile that showed all his teeth and caused crinkles around his eyes. He introduced himself as 'Zayn'.

Sitting beside him was a boy who was clad in a white shirt and a light blue button down shirt. He wore his white shirt inside and his button down shirt outside,  without buttoning the shirt. The sleeves were pushed up till his elbows. His hair was in a mess but it seemed like he doesn't care. He smiled at me before he hugged me a little to friendly and introduced himself as 'Louis'.

Just as I was about to introduce myself, a familiar boy came walking down to the coach before parking himself on the floor with a bowl of popcorn in his hands. It was the same boy who was supposedly to be seating at my seat.

Selena ordered him to introduce himself, which he did. He was clad in a plain white shirt and I was sure I could faintly see the outlines of the tattoos under the shirt. Despite the fact that other boys also had many tattoos, I couldn't help but stare at his shirt. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans that was ripped at their knees. Opening his mouth to speak, I couldn't help but felt attracted to his lip ring and how it moved. He had an Irish accent which filled my ears when he said his name, 'Niall'.

I introduced my self and soon, all from us were chatting and talking while watching the movie.

_ _ _

Since we decided to play truth or dare, Louis had dared Niall to kissed me.

Since the day I layed eyes on him, I had felt an attraction towards him. Was it his tattoos? Was it his lip ring? Or was it his outrageous purple hair?

Being the daredevil I was, I stood up and made my way to him. He stood up reluctantly as he eyed me up and down.

All of a sudden, I felt underdressed. I wasn't into dresses but still... I was dressed in a light green floral shirt with a pair of darn blue jeans. My hair was let down but I had combed out all the curls before going out. I hadn't had much make up on and now, I totally regretted it.

As I faced him, he place his hands on the sides of my face. He came too close for comfort but I allowed it. He slowly leaned forward as I stared into his blue eyes which turned a slight shade darker, out of what? Hate? Anger?... Lust?

Just then, his soft pink lips connected with mine and my mind went blank as I closed my eyes shut. I know I had kissed other guys before- not many- but had. It wasn't the lack of kissing experience but it was feeling that I was having.

I felt like I was on cloud nine. I felt as if I had been thrown in to the air and I don't want to come down. I felt the fireworks bursting in the pit of my stomach and I didn't want that to stop. I know it was really cliché but that was the truth.

At first was expecting Niall to be aggressive and all. However, he didn't show any bit of aggression at all. His lips moved in harmony with mine as I felt myself being thrown higher and higher into the air. My hand found its way onto his chest, wanting more and more, but Niall's hand stayed firmly where it was, at the sides of my face.

All to soon, he pulled back and I opened my eyes reluctantly. I felt as if I had fallen down from whatever high I was having and smashed head first into the cemented floor. I wanted more and more.

_ _ _

However, after a few days, I realised he hated me and he didn't even took the kiss for real. But I didn't care. All I wanted was a chance to be with him and change the fact that he was the biggest player in school and that he could settle down with a good girl, like me, and not those sluts he bring home every night to get into their pants.

Like they said, the was a thin line between hate and love. So, let this hate/love relationship carry on.