Niall Horan Imagines Continue

#224 = Teenage dirt bag

Gripping onto his jacket tighter, Niall growled glancing over his shoulder. "Fucking cops." Revving the motorbike higher, he took a sharp turn as you clung to him tightly. He blocked any fast paced wind from hitting your face with his broad build.

You couldn't believe Niall got caught dealing drugs. Being under with tattoos and still on his learners is one thing. Dealing with the federal police is another.

"Babe!" He yelled quickly glancing over his shoulder as I lifted my head to his shoulder. "I'm dropping! You off!"

"WHAT?!" He flinched looking straight ahead and diving into a thin alleyway.

"I'm not risking you getting caught!" We came into another street and made our way across town.

"No! We both go or not at all!"

"Oh shut up (Y/N)! I don't care what happens to me!" He slowed down diving the bike into a small dead end alleyway before stopping the bike. "You deserve a better life than mine. I love you but I'm not risking you."

I gripped his jacket tighter as he turned and pulled me off the bike. Going wide eyed, he threw his helmet off and pulled mine off as well before molding his mouth against mine. I ran my hands through his hair as he moaned before pulling away.

"I love you." He panted staring up at me. "Meet me at our spot at 4. If I'm not there then don't come looking."

"I'll fucking search." Kissing him again, he sighed pulling away again.

"I know you will." We heard sirens in the distance and he growled grabbing his helmet off the floor before putting it on. He gave me one last look as I stepped back. Revving his back, he turned on the spot before taking off into the street. A long moment later, two police cars drove after him as I clutched tighter to my helmet.

"I'll wait for you." I whispered.

~ NouisHoransons_child