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!)

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6. Chapter 6

The sound of the alarm on my phone sounded, making me groan and roll over. I grabbed my phone off my side table, pulling the charger out and shutting off the obnoxious alarm. I stared up at the ceiling for a second, not willing to get up just yet. I wanted to sit and think about my dream. It was an odd dream, one that consisted of Mason. Now he was invading my dreams, that little shit. It wasn't anything bad or exciting. It was literally just listening to him talk. Not that I remember what he said in the dream, but we were sitting alone in the library, and I sat listening to him talk for what felt like forever before my alarm finally scared the wits out of me. Fucking alarm.

I sat up with a yawn and stretched, letting my limbs crack. I jumped out of bed and took my phone into my hands for a second to view any messages. Just three.

From Greg:

Dad is still in bed and I left a bit early for a project, I made pancakes. They are in the microwave, ready to heat up. Enjoy, little brother! Lunch money is on the counter xx

I smiled just the slightest. At least he was looking out for me. And I loved Greg's pancakes.

To Greg:

Thnx G, good luck bro

I scrolled back into my messages. The other two messages was from Louis and...Mason? I clicked Louis name first, afraid to click Mason's name just yet.

From Louis:

Pick me up, asshole, I missed the bus

I shot him a quick text back.

To Louis:

Kk be there in 20

Finally, I scrolled back and clicked Mason's name.

From Mason:

Hi Niall, I hate to be a bother, but I woke up a bit late and I will be late for school. I was wondering if I could catch a lift with you today? If not, that's okay, sorry for asking!

I sighed and rolled my eyes. He needed to get with the program.

To Mason:
Yea, be ready. I have to pick up someone else too. I'll text you when I leave. If you aren't outside, I'm driving right by.

My phone beeped and I checked it as I headed to my closet.

From Louis:

Hurry up bitch

I exited the message and locked my phone. I had to take my pancakes and orange juice to go now. If I left when I had planned to, which was in twenty minutes, we would all be late. Louis and Mason lived on the opposite sides of town. I would pick up Mason first since he was further from the school then Lou. I grabbed my black jeans off the hanger and yanked them up my legs quickly before I threw a white shirt over my head. I didn't bother with my hair and moved on to shove my feet into my white chucks and headed down the stairs, grabbing my keys and phone, shoving them into my pocket.

I ran into the kitchen and got a mug thing that you put coffee in and rushed to the fridge. I could hear my dad snoring through the thin walls. I poured orange juice into the mug and closed the lid of the mug and placed in on the counter as I grabbed the pancakes from the microwave. I gathered my breakfast and made my way to the front door, stopping to push my arms through the sleeves of my favorite red jacket. With a sigh, I walked out the door, being sure to lock it; if I didn't, Greg would have a fit, and climbed into my car. I placed my pancakes on the seat beside me and the drink in the cup holder. I took one pancake, shoving the whole thing into my mouth as I started my car. The pancakes werent as good cold, but even so, my brother made the best pancakes. They were light and buttery, like mum used to make. Thank god she had shown him how to cook some of her best things before....

I shook the thought away and pulled out my phone to shoot Mason a quick text.

To Mason:

Leaving, be outside or I drive by.

I shoved my phone back in my pocket and took a sip of the sweet juice before I threw the car into reverse. I was nibbling on another pancake as I drove to Mason's, seating the paper plate of cakes in my lap, eating with one hand. I found my way to Mason's quickly and was not surprised to find the boy waiting outside, backpack strapped on, standing on his porch. I pulled into his drive way and switched into reverse again. Mason hopped in quickly and I backed out.

"Good morning, Niall. Thank you for the ride." He said quietly. I just nodded and offered him a pancake, which he took gratefully. He woke up late, which means he probably didnt get any food. It would take fifteen minutes to get to Lou's house from here and we still had fourty minutes to be to school. Maybe I could go to the McDonald's across from the school. "These are really good for being so cold." He commented as he sat back with a smile.

"Thanks. My mums special recipe."

"She must be an amazing cook. I bet you love her meals."

"She's dead." I snapped.

I saw Mason's eyes widen out of the corner of my eye and sighed. "Oh, I-Im sorry..."

"It's fine," I'm not sure why I told him. Did I really think he would care? I mean, it was none of his business. I'm sure he didn't care to know about my life, plus, I didn't want his damn pity. I didn't want anyone's pity. I think that's one of the main reasons I shut down on everyone and put up a wall. I didn't want anyone to feel sorry for me. I felt sorry for myself enough..

"It's really not, but.. Okay. So, who do you live with?" He asked, a hint of curiosity filling his voice.

"What is this, twenty questions?" I said sarcastically. "I live with my father and brother."

"What are their names?"

"My father is Bobby, my brother is Greg. My mother was Maura." Again, I'm not sure why I said that. I could tell from the way he set his full lips into a line that he wasn't expecting me to say that either. "No more questions, it's my turn now."

"Alright."

"What's your favorite color?"

"Grey."

"What is your goal in life?" I asked, tilting my head slightly. I wasn't sure what to ask, I just really wanted to hear him talk. Sure, he was talking before, but it was a restrained, awkward conversation. I wanted him to let the walls down and just talk about himself. Maybe I could learn a thing or two.

Wait, I didn't want to learn anything about him...did I?

"I don't really have one," he said honestly.

I observed him for another second as I thought of more questions. How did he not have a damn life goal? I mean, I guess I didn't have one either, but.. "How would you describe yourself?" I said shooting him more questions. I tried to make the questions long enough so he couldn't give me simple answers, though it seemed he was finding a way, which in turn pissed me off.

He lifted his hands from his lap to count of his fingers as he listed. "Lame, boring, lonely, loyal and... I guess a renegade seeing as I run from things a lot." He said adding a small nod toward the end.

"What is your favorite time of day... and why?" I added the last part quickly before he couldn't answer, that way he couldn't get out of an explaination.

He thought for a second before he gave me a quick smile. "I like the midnight, or just the night in general. I guess because it's nice and quiet and I get to see the moon." His voice was so quiet as he explained, it was a barely audible whisper.

"Do you like the moon?" I guessed.

"Yes," fuck you and your one word replies..

"Why?" I prompted.

"Because, unlike the sun, the moon isn't all like 'hey, look at me! I'm so bright and shiny! OH WAIT, you can't because I'll blind the fuck out of your eyes!'" He gave me a small apologetic smile, looking embarrassed for cussing. He could be a polite little shit sometimes, did he really think I cared? He sighed before continuing. "The moon is silent and beautiful, as well as lonely. It's just frozen up there in the dark with the many remnants of what used to be light. And it's sad because no one gets to see its beauty. By the time it comes out, everyone is asleep. I guess I empathize with it.. well, at least the lonely aspect of it."

"So, you're lonely and beautiful?" I snickered with a teasing grin as the boy frowned in my direction.

"No, just lonely." He sighed.

Now it was my turn to frown, "You don't think you're beautiful?" He just shook his head. My frown deepend. "Why the fuck not?"

"Because I'm not attractive," he shrugged.

"Says who?"

"I don't know. I guess I do." He said quietly as we turned onto Louis road. I began to slow down as we neared his large brick house.

"Well, you're a fucking idiot so shut the hell up." I snapped, watching the one of the neighborhood dogs bark at my car as we drove by. Idiotic animal. I turned and pulled up into Louis driveway.

"So..you..think I'm attractive?" He asked slowly as he turned to watch my reaction.

I nearly choked as I reached forward to put the car in park. I hadn't expected it to turn into this. I tried my best to keep any redness from my cheeks, this was awkward. A quick glance in the mirror showed that I was keeping control. I stared straight ahead, locking my jaw. I watched as Lou locked his front door. "I... no." I sighed. "Well, yes... but don't fucking take it the wrong way." I added angrily at the end. I didn't need some little punk crushing on me.

"Right.." He sighed quietly as he turned to watch Lou approaching the car. He didn't seem surprised that Louis was like me. Covered in black ink. I guess he had grown used to the sight of me.

Louis jumped into the back of the car, throwing his backpack onto the other seat next to him. "HOW'S IT GOING MOTHERFUCKERS?!" He shouted. I saw Mason jump out of the corner of my eyes.

"Just peachy," I didn't mean for my voice to sound as angry as it did, but the sarcasm was there was well, clear in my voice.

"Someone's being pissy," Louis snickered. He turned to Mason and roughly hit him on the arm. I had the urge to punch him in the head. "Is he being an ass? If he is, tell him to go suck some dick." I rolled my eyes as I reversed out of the pricks driveway.

Mason rubbed his arm cautiously as he watched Louis. "No.." Louis just stared at him for an awkward and rude amount of time. Louis was so..

"Take a picture of the boy, Lou, it'll last longer." I smiled at Louis in the rearview mirror, knowing he would give me a light glare, annoyed at my sarcasm.

Louis rolled his eyes in responce. "Shut the fuck up. Where did you pick this innocent lad up anyhow?"

"His house?" I sighed as I turned onto the road and began our drive toward the school, McDonald's, and more importantly, food. "Louis, this is Mason. Mason, this is Louis."

"How old are ya, man?" Louis asked randomly, ignoring the introduction. Rude ass fucker.

"I'm fifteen.." Mason said slowly, giving my friend a look like it should have been obvious.

"Sophmore?"

"Yes."

"So, Lou, why weren't you in school yesterday?" I said in an attempt to save Mason from Lou's pestering. Mason shot me a thankful look.

"Oh, I was in deep shit thanks to my mum finding the weed." He explained. "Thanks for ditching me, by the way."

"Anytime, dumbass. Maybe you should try and hide your shit better." I snickered.

"I keep it on me now." Louis informed me as he reached into his jacket pocket and held up the zip lock bag. "Wanna light up?"

"LOUIS!" I yelled and saw Lou start a bit. "Don't bring that shit in my car! If I get fucking pulled over, we're all in some serious trouble! Put that away!" I felt bad for Mason. This was probably the most cussing he had heard in his life squeezed into one tiny car ride.

"Fine," Louis voice was a sigh and a whine combined. He sat back, crossing his arms like a small child. I was thankful when silence filled the car for a few moments, but of course, it wouldn't last for long. I saw Louis move slightly and lean forward to hit Mason roughly on the arm again. I supressed a growl. "You ever been high?" He asked Mason.

"No," he sad flatly. You could hear from his voice that he was getting slightly impatient with Louis. I hoped Lou would catch on soon and leave the poor kid alone.

"Really? Seriously, Niall, how did you find this kid? He is like, the apitamy of innocence!" Louis said, sounding rather amused at my choice of company.

"What's wrong with not getting high?" Mason snapped in defense. Oh shit.

"A lot of things," snickered Lou.

"Right," Mason rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, turning to stare out the window. He looked surprised when I turned into the parking lot of McDonald's and drove us into the drive through. He looked to me. "I don't have any money. Only the money I need for lunch." He informed me.

"Me either." Louis complained.

"I'm buying," I explained.

Mason shook his head. "I don't need anything, it's fine."

"Shut up and tell me what you want." I said giving him a small smirk.

He sighed and I told the obnoxious woman on the speaker to give us a damn minute so we could decide. Louis ordered two plain biscuits and an orange juice. I ordered myself a sausage bacon and egg biscuit thing with orange juice and a hashbrown, and turned to let Mason tell me his order. "Just pancakes and um.. a coke if that's alright?" Coke with breakfast.. well. I leaned out to put in the last of our order and drove up to the window to hand the woman the money.

She did a double take and then smiled at me. She was a fairly young woman, just out of high school I might say. She was nice looking too. And she was checking me out. She twirled her hair on her finger as she leaned out the window. "Sorry, your food will be just a minute. Quite a big order for a car of cuties." I heard Louis scoff in the back and the woman shot him a dirty look. Her eyes came back to me and she smiled. "I'm Bridgit."

"Yeah, uh huh." I said as I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel. She had a very annoying voice.

"What's your name?" She prompted.

"Steve," I replied. Louis snickered behind me.

"Well, Steve, I get off around noon. We should hang out."

"I have school."

She seemed surprised and now a bit nervous. "What grade are you in?"

"12th."

"Oh, well maybe after school then." She winked. I just sighed and tried my best to keep my eyes off her very exposed chest. She turned to listen to someone behind her and nodded. "Can you pull up right there? The food will be brought out to you." She smiled brightly, a bit to wide of a smile and I wondered if her cheeks hurt. She was such a fake.

"Sure, thanks." I drove up quickly, happy to get away.

"Nice thinking... Steve." Louis said as he broke out into laughter. I saw Mason smile a bit beside me.

"What did you turn her down for? She was pretty." Mason said quietly.

"Not my type," I shrugged.

"Hey, Ni, here comes your girlfriend." Louis said with a nudge. I looked up to see Bridgit coming toward the car with our bag of food in one hand and our drinks balanced in the other.

"Fucking hell," I muttered as I rolled down the window.

"Here you go, Steve!" Bridgit smiled again as she handed the food through the window. I handed all the stuff to Mason and turned to roll down the window. Bridgit had her hand placed in the way. "So, how about it then? Do you want my number?"

"No," I said flatly.

"What? Why?" She asked shocked. Obviously, she wasnt the one who got turned down all too much.

"Because I don't want to go out with you?"

"Too much homework?" She teased, leaning in the window toward me.

I turned to face her now, giving her a great big smile. "Actually, no. I have a date with my boyfriend after school." When a shocked expression took over, I quickly rolled up the window and stepped on the gas. I saw Louis give her the finger out the back window as we drove off.

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