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!)


4. Chapter 4

I drove around town hoping to get rid of the thoughts that were smashing around in my head. Was I really that much of a fuck up? Would I really go no where in life? Sure, I was making some bad choices, but was it at all that bad? I didn't affect anyone else, so I thought it would be okay if I was uncaring. But I guess Greg was proof that I did affect people around me..

I don't really know where I had planned on driving. I guess I just wanted to drive. Maybe I could go to Louis'? No, he was probably in trouble. Now that I thought about it, I didn't see him in school today. I grabbed my phone off the seat beside me. I had six missed calls from my brother and a few text messages.

From Harry:

Feeling better? : ) x

From Liam:

Grimshaw said he saw you leaving.. You're not skipping are you??



Tht pastry was damn good ;) hope u feel better!! <3

From Greg:

Niall, please come home, I didn't mean any of that.

I sighed and scrolled back to my messages. I decided to ignore my brother. I clicked Harry's name.

To Harry:


I scrolled to Jordyn next.

To Jordyn:

Thnx luv xx

I stared at Liam's message for a second, unsure of my excuse. He would nag me to death tomorrow.

To Liam:

Thought Grimshaw was expelled bc of tht fight w/ Har last yr? Went home, felt a bit ill.

I hated lying to Liam, but it was for the best. I drove past the slow moving traffic of the town and stopped at a stop sign, letting another car pass. I looked over to see a familiar boy walking alone. I glanced around before rolling down my window.

"Hey, Macon." I called. He glanced over at the car and gave a small wave from the side walk. "Come on, get in."

"What?" He asked in confusion.

"Get in the car." I said again. Could I be any fucking clearer? A car horn honked behind me and Mason looked toward the source. "I won't move until you get in." I smirked. He seemed to weigh his options, thinking about whether it was a good idea or not to get in the car with me. When the car behind me honked again, longer this time, he sighed and I knew he was giving in. He rushed toward my car and hopped inside. As soon as his door closed, I hit the gas pedal. His eyes widened and he grabbed the seat. I had a thing for driving way to fast and it seemed to scare people. "Where ya headed?"

"Home," he said shaking in his seat. I sped up and laughed as he fumbled for the seat belt.

"Chill, we won't wreck. I do this all time." I assured him. He was looking straight ahead and I couldn't help but stare. His grey eyes were wide with fear, his pale skin looking a bit paler than before. His raven black hair was neat yet messy all at once. It stuck out every which way but it didn't look bad in the least bit. I wished my hair could be like that.

"I-I think you should slow down..." He said slowly as he grabbed onto the seat again. His backpack was on the floor at his feet, which looked like they were nailed to the floor.

"Nah," I said speeding up more, just slightly. He squeaked beside me and I chuckled. "So where ya live?" I asked, slowing down as I neared a stop sign. I saw him losen up a bit as he sighed and he turned to look at me.

"Um, I live just outside of town." He told me, pointing out the way. I took the way he showed me. He stared out the window nervously. His silence was starting to piss me off.

"Don't you have your license yet?"

He jumped and looked over at me. "What?"

"Don't you have your license yet?" I repeated. He stared at me for a second before he pointed to my radio. He couldn't hear me? Funny how I could hear him just fine. Although, I guess I was used to that; the loud screaming music. I reached to turn down my stereo before I repeated myself one last time. "Don't you have a fucking license yet?"

"I-uh, n-no I don't.." He said slowly looking down at his hands. "I only have my permit." I sighed, he probably thought I was mad at him, when I was just being an ass. "Sorry for being a burden, I could have walked."

"You aren't being a burden," I said in surprise. I hadn't even thought of that. "I was the one who told you to get your ass in my car."

"You shouldn't have done that." His voice didn't sound harsh, actually it sounded soft. This boy was such a mystery to me.

"So, are you new to the school?" I asked changing the subject as he pointed out the next street. I turned quickly.

"No, it was my first year as a freshman last year. This is my second year." He told me, peeking over at me before pointing out his house. It was a nice big white house with a brown roof and a big brown door. He wasn't poor, I could say that much, but he wasn't filthy rich either. "We just haven't come in any contact during school last year. I had third lunch last year rather than first. And now we have drama together."

"We do?" I felt my eyebrows turn down as I pulled into his driveway and shut off my car. He made no move to get out and I wasn't rushing him to leave.

"Well, more like I'm interning the drama class. I took it last year and had some slots open. Mrs. Given offered to let me intern for her and I agreed. It's a fun class. I'm sure you'll like it." This boy sounded way to old to be a Sophmore.

"How old are you?"

"I am fifteen. And you?" I could feel his eyes on my face even though I was staring straight ahead thinking of more questions to ask.

"I'm seventeen. I mean, I guess I should consider myself eighteen. My birthday is coming up."

"It is?" I just nodded. "When is it?"

"September 13th. How did you meet Liam?" I asked and looked over to meet his eyes. He blinked for a second before looking away.

"Um, I was in the library again during my second period class and he was interning there and was helping me find a book and we just started talking." He explained quickly.

"Are you interested in him?"

"What? N-No, he just helped me and is nice, thats all." He didn't deny that he would be interested in men though. "What about you?"

"Me?" I laughed when he looked up at me curiously; he looked so innocent, like a child. "Am I interested in Liam?"

"Well, you were quick to find out if he and I.."

I laughed again and shook my head. "Nah, Liam is one of me best friends."

"Oh." When I nodded and drummed my fingers against the steering wheel, I saw him peek around. I noticed his driveway was empty.

"Where are your parents?"

"Oh, um, my father is at work and my mum probably went to pick up my siblings from school."

"And she didn't bother to pick you up?" I snapped, that was fucked up. Least she could do was pick the boy up. Bitch.

"No, I told her I would walk. I didn't want to make her waste any gas and spend extra money when I could just walk for thirty or so minutes.." He shrugged and glanced around. I noticed the sun was starting to set. How long had we been out here? It was nearly seven now. Holy shit. "No big deal really." He said when I didn't answer. He noticed my studying the clock. "It's getting late. I guess I should leave."

"Oh, you don't have to go. I was just.. I don't know. You don't have to go." I told him hesitantly. I ran a hand through my hair with a sigh.

It was silent for a minute before I peeked over and saw Mason staring at me. When he saw that he was caught, he tried to pass it off by glancing around, which just made him seem like he was full of anxiety or some shit. His eyes found me again. I saw him open his mouth to say something but he quickly closed it. I turned my face toward him fully. He seemed thoughtful, like he was trying to find the right choice of words.

"Well? Spit it out then."

"Right.. Um, well... Are you... Niall, are you gay?" His dropped his voice to a whisper and he seemed to sink down into the seat.

I stared at him for a second, absorbing his words. What the fuck? Why was this idiot kid asking if I was a queer? Did I look like a pansey to this little shit? I dont remember putting a fucking tu-tu on this morning. I felt heat rush to my cheeks and I gripped the steering wheel, trying to calm my anger. My eyes were glued to the small pink and blue and purple flowers growing in the garden before me. My jaw was clenched so I didn't cuss him out.

"I'm sorry if it was too personal of a question, I understand if you don't want to answer-"

"Get out." I snapped cutting him off.

"Wh-what?" His eyes widened as he watched me.

"Get the fuck out!" I suddenly yelled, turning toward him.

He flinched and fumbled for his seatbelt, rushing as he grabbed his bag and jumped out of the car. I turned my keys until the car roared to life and as soon as the passenger door closed I reversed out of the driveway. I saw him slowly dissappear in my rearview mirror.

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