Tattooed Heart (Punk! Niall fanfiction)

Niall Horan is a very troublesome young man who is trying to live out his last year of highschool. Partying is one of his favorite things to do with his best friend Louis by his side of course. He's got himself a group of good friends and a family to rely on, but why is he so sad? Niall's life starts to get shook up and turns around when a sophmore finds his way into Niall's life. Niall tries his best to avoid the boy and not ruin anyone elses life, but its hard when the boy is everywhere he goes. And before he can stop it, Niall finds himself trapped.
(Warning: boyxboy ... dont like dont read!)


3. Chapter 3

"Niall... Niall, c'mon, buddy. Wake up."

My eyes fluttered and I was blinded by a bright white light. When I finally managed to get my eyes open, I could feel the throbbing in my head and groaned. Fuck, I'd hit my head damn hard. I stared up at the ceiling for a second before a familiar face popped up over mine. The blue haired Michael smiled down at me.

"Hey, he's awake!" He said clapping his hands a bit. I groaned and pushed his face away from mine as I sat up. His strong australian accent was actually starting to piss me off.

"Fuck..." I muttered as I rubbed my head where the throbbing was coming from. I felt a large bump.

"Don't sit up too fast!" Liam's frantic voice swarmed me and he grabbed my shoulder to keep me from moving, trying to push me back to lie down again. I pushed past his hand and glanced around. I was in the nurse. Zayn was in the office, waiting in a chair, glaring at the wall. He was obviously going to get shit from the principle, and no doubt, so would I. Harry, Liam, Michael, Jordyn and Mason were standing around the room, watching me with concern.

I rolled my eyes and jumped up from the table, stumbling a bit. Harry caught my elbow to help me. I yanked my arm away and shot him a glare. "Don't need any help." I spat. Harry sighed and leaned back against the wall. My eyes found Mason again. "Wha'ts Macon doing here?" He flinched and looked down at the floor.

"Mason." Liam corrected. "And he came to make sure you were okay."


"You thought his name was Macon?" Michael snickered.

"I thought that was what Liam said when he introduced him." I lied. I just wanted a reason to get him to actually speak, which didn't seem to be working. He was too shy.

"No, I said Mason."

"Well, maybe you should work on your diction some more." I gave him a pat on the chest before I made my way toward the exit. As I was about to leave the office, a voice stopped me.

"I think the principle wants to see you." I turned slowly to make a rude remark at the idiot who stopped me, but I froze when I saw it was Mason. Instead, I nodded and moved to sit as far from Zayn as the room would allow.

"All the rest of you can go back to class. Mason, Mrs. Given wants you to make some copies, she had them brought down about ten minutes ago." The red haired woman at the desk handed a stack of papers to Mason and he nodded and walked into the guidance room and down the short hallway to the copy room.

"Mister Malik, Mister Horan, back here please." The old principle peeked his head out of the room, gesturing us back. Zayn shot me a glare and got to his feet, moving to the room. I followed behind him silently. Mr. Anderson sat down behind his desk, gesturing for Zayn and I to sit in the seats in front of him. We obeyed immediatly. "Mind explaining why you smashed his head into our brand new window?"

"He pissed me off."

"You can't just attack someone for making you angry, Mister Malik. Do you know how much that window costs us?"

"Do you honestly think I give a shit?" He responded flatly.

"That's the kind of attitude that will get you a detetion, Zayn."

Zayn gave a shrug. "I wasn't the one who started it. This asshole shot ketchup at me." He pointed toward me.

"Why did you shoot ketchup at Zayn, Niall?"

"I actually wasn't aiming for him, but it was a win win sooooo...."

"Why were you shooting ketchup in the first place?" Mr. Anderson sighed as he removed his glasses and ran a hand down his face.

"Oh, oh.. my friend stole some food and I was only playing around. It got out of hand and it won't happen again." I said smiling.

"You said that last week, Niall."

"First name basis now, huh, Jerry?" I sighed sinking into my seat.


By the time I got out of the principle, I was exhausted and I just wanted to go home. I didn't even bother to try and go to my last class. Skipping on the first day was probably a poor choice, but I just didn't want to be here. I slipped into my car quickly and backed out before any of the school officials had the chance to see me and drove toward my home. The drive wasn't that long, ten minutes at most. I was so happy when I finally got my license. Walking to school through rain and snow definitely sucked majorly. And the car was a smooth ride too. I plugged my iPhone into the radio thing and turned up the volume, letting the harsh screaming music fill my car.

I finally pulled into my driveway and shut off my car. I walked the short walk up to the porch and unlocked the door. I saw Greg sitting on the couch, munching on Doritos. He was a college man, so he didn't have too many classes to attend. Dad was away at work, which left it to be just Greg and myself. I plopped on the couch beside him and grabbed a chip, popping it in my mouth. I looked to the TV, grinning when I saw Iron Man on the TV. Oh, Tony Stark, whadda man.

"What are you doing home so early?" Greg asked around a mouthful of Doritos. If there was one thing Horan men did best, it was eat.

"I'm only home an hour early, chill."

"Well, why are you home early?"

I shrugged, "Didn't wanna be there." My brother surprised me by grabbing my chin, turning my face so he could see me. He could probably see my cracked lip and the bruise on my cheek now. "I, uh, had a small hustle with Zayn."

"Again?! Niall! You need to just stay away from that boy!"

"He hit me first this time, if it makes any difference."

"It doesn't! Niall, you're going to be suspended, or worse, expelled! You need to stop getting into all these fights. It's not good for you or for us."

"So, in other words, you just want to make sure our family looks good.. Thanks Greg. Good ta know you're there for me." I growled, standing from the couch, storming toward the stairs.

"I didn't mean it like that, Niall.." He sighed and I stopped just at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hard to make our family look good when you have me." I stated, not bothering to turn to face him. I knew I would see the disappointment in my brothers face as I put myself down.

"You don't make us look bad, Niall."

"Yes I do! You're just afraid to admit it because you don't want to hurt my feelings! Mum was the sweetheart of the town, friends with everyone. Dad is the local sheriff, which already makes him a man that's high up! You are studying to be a doctor and are a perfect gem! And then there's me! The tattooed troublemaker who gets drunk and high and gets shit grades in school."

"It's up to you to change that. You can't just tell me all of that and then expect me to give you some life changing words. The only thing I can tell you, little brother, is that you're a fucking wreck and you need to pull your shit together if you want to make something out of your life!" He snapped at me. I stood there staring at him in shock. I was hoping for some sympathy or some shit like pity, but instead he's being hateful. "Niall... I didn't mean it like that..." He sighed again and stood up.

But it was too late. I was already out the front door, running toward my car.

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