teenage dirtbag / niall horan

*NO LONGER UPDATING*

The hoodie was half way over his head now and he hadn't gelled his hair back up. Instead, his still, slightly-damp hair was swooped across his forehead. His breathing became heavier and heavier the longer he stood there, processing that I had disobeyed him. His blue eyes started to turn a darker shade until they were red. His eyes immediately squeezed close as his angry breathing got heavier. I was terrified. I didn't know what was going on with him. His eyes shot open and his irises were bloodshot red. His lips parted and his hot puffs blew in my face. My eyes were wide and my breath hitched in my throat when I saw sharp teeth grow in his mouth. Fangs. He forced me against the brick wall with a strong force. His grip was tight on my upper arms and it was sure to leave a bruise. I grimaced at the pain in my arms as his hands had a death grip on them. He closed his eyes and shook his head as if he was trying to shake away this monster. His blue eyes came back for a moment but then an even deeper red flooded his eyes once again. His grip became stronger and I felt like my arms were going to snap in two. I let out a whimper when a low growl came from his mouth.