Niall Horan Imagines 2

Unnecessary (Request)

I held open the door for a few people walking into the building, hiding my bright cast behind my back so no one would embarrass me and hold it open for me or ask what had happened.

It wasn't complicated; Niall and I had climbed a tree that previous weekend, but when I tried to race him, I slipped, fell, and then I had a broken arm. A stupid mistake, but what's done is done.

Thankfully, no one noticed my arm right then, so I rushed to first period so I would get assaulted there and not in the middle of the hallway where many, many, more people would be passing by than in a classroom.

Everyone listened as I told the story, but I'd rather have just not explained it at all. It was embarrassing enough that the only cast color they'd had was pink. Nonetheless, I kept my good mood intact.

"Take out your textbooks," the teacher spoke, and my heart skipped a beat before I told myself to breathe.

"Excuse me," I called, watching everyone turn to me. "I forgot my book. Can I go get it?" She nodded, but before I could reach the door, she spoke up.

"Do you need help carrying it?" she wondered, glancing at my arm. I sighed internally, sighing externally.

"I'm fine, thank you." I headed out the door before she could say any more.

At my locker, I jumped, seeing Niall appear suddenly from around the corner.

"You scared me," I chuckled. Niall and I were like sibling; always fighting but joined at the hip.

"You get scared so easily," he scoffed, not bothering to look at me. I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"What's wrong?" I wondered as he pulled he locker open angrily. Niall had off days, just as everyone did.

"Just leave me alone. You're being stupid," he spoke lowly, and I felt a breath get caught in my throat, surprised.

"I'm stupid?" I asked, grabbing my textbook.

"For breaking your stupid arm, too," he laughed half-heartedly. I glanced down at my injury, raising an eyebrow.

"You're the one who-" I started, quickly being cut off by him.

"It was your idea," he glared. I sighed.

"I'm sorry, I-" I began again, only to be interrupted by him for a second time.

"Whatever," he scoffed, slamming his locker and walking away.

It was strange, even for Niall, but I didn't know the whole story, so I stayed calm.

Later that day, we were walking into the same class, technology, and he bumped into me, probably on purpose, knocking my books out of my arms.

"Klutz," he laughed, kicking one of my books across the crowded hall, quickly walking into the door afterwards.

As I struggled to pick everything up, I found my lips forming quite a large frown.

Niall can be a jerk, but it's usually aimed at something not someone. He usually makes a point to me that I've never been and never will be the problem, but this time. . . my mind wandered as I finally rushed into the class with my things.

I thought about it during gym, since I couldn't do anything. He had a temper, yes, but I felt that time, he was going a little over-board.

The next day, I found him at his locker.

"Hey," I said a little loudly. He glared my way briefly. "What's really going on?" I asked, more gently. He sighed, and for a split second, I thought he would say it was all a joke.