“Are you ready for this?” Angie asks me as she applies deep maroon lipstick to her thin lips. She puts down the tube of lip color and looks at me.

“Of course I am!” I respond with giddy. “It’s our senior prom! It’s going to be the best night ever!” I jump up and down in my stance.

“Who do you think is going to be Prom King and Queen?” Angie winks.

“Well, Prom Queen definitely won’t be me. I can’t believe I was even nominated! It’s ridiculous…” I bite my lip.

“Are you kidding, Nicole?! You’re Class President! You work harder than any other student at our school!” Angie puts her hand on my shoulder. “You’re going to get it.”

I cast my gaze down and then back up to meet my best friend’s eye. “If you say so…”

Angie leans back in her chair to finish her make-up. “So who do you think is going to be King?” She swipes a mascara wand against her dark lashes.

I emotionally implode at the thought of him. He has been my crush since freshman year and we were both up for King and Queen. “I don’t know…” I say, blushing and turning away to blend my eye shadow.

“Oh, you know he’s going to get it! Niall Horan is the school’s track star. He has led us to national victory for two years in a row now.”

I nearly collapse at the sound of his name. What if we are the King and Queen tonight..?

“May I please have the nominees for Prom King and Queen up on stage, please?” Principal Jefferies says over the microphone.

I make my way through the crowd of heated bodies up to the stage of the dance hall. I stand next to Sandy Nguyen, head cheerleader, and Macy Houston, the school’s richest and most popular girl. Squinting from the bright lights, I look to my right to find James Vander Linn, the captain of the football team; next to him is Ernesto Fuentes, the best water polo player our school has to offer. And finally, there was Niall Horan—his bleached blonde hair shining bright in the light, his tuxedo fitting his muscular body perfectly.

“Ladies and gentlemen of East Norrix High School, your Prom King is…” There is a pause that seems like it last forever. “…Niall Horan!”

There are cheers and shouts from everyone as Niall steps forward to take his rightful crown and scepter. I hear girls scream that they love Niall as if they are at some boy band concert.

“Okay, settle down; settle down,” Principal Jeffries says, waving a hand. Everyone grows silent, awaiting the reveal of their Prom Queen. “After a close race, I announce your new Prom Queen…” I knew Macy Houston was going to get it—she’s the most popular girl in school. No doubt her daddy bought her the gig with all his generous donations to the school. “…Nicole Smith!”

I hear my name but it does not compute. I did not win. This was all just a hoax. I feel myself start to collapse but Macy and Sandy catch me and walk up to our principal with me. I find my footing and let go of the envious girls. Staring out at the crowd as Mr. Jeffries places the crown atop my head, I feel an overabundance of joy.

“Now the Prom King and Queen take a dance…” Mr. Jeffries announces with a smile.

It then hits me. I get to dance with Niall Horan. He has probably never even thought of me before. And now he was going to be dancing with… me! I felt like I was going to pass out but then I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to find Niall standing next to me. I melt at the sight of his icy blue eyes.

“May I have this dance?” He says in that Irish accent of his.

“S-sure,” I reply with a weak smile.

Niall links his arm with mine and we walk down the stairs to the middle of the dance floor where the crowd has cleared a spot. We get into the classic dancing position—right hands together, my left arm on his shoulder and his on my waist.

Suddenly, a soft piano comes in with Freddie Mercury’s voice. I realize what song it is and then I shoot a daggering gaze over to the DJ where Angie is standing, giggling mischievously. It is “We Are the Champions” by Queen—a song that I had always envisioned walking down the aisle to.

Niall begins to sway and I join him. “Interesting choice in music…” he murmurs in my ear.
I suck in a breath. “Yes, yes it is…”

The giant circle around us closes up with other dancing couples. I cling closer to Niall, feel safe in his midst.

“Would you like to get out of here for a little while?” Niall asks.

I look up at him. “Oh, god, yes!”

He takes my hand and leads me out of the dance hall. “I have a room on the 15th floor. Would you like to join me?”

“Uh, yeah… I would,” I answer with a grin. We enter the elevator, at which point I notice that Niall is still holding my hand. I bite my lip, suppressing a smile.

Niall slides the key into the lock and opens the door. It is not the more beautiful room in the world but it would suffice. It has a queen-size bed, a desk, kitchenette and a couch. Niall gestures for me to sit down on the couch and I do so with him plopping down next to me.
The Prom King grazes his fingertips across my cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. My eyes widen and my breathing quickens. “Would you like help out of that dress?” He raises an eyebrow, pulling out a condom.

I immediately press my lips against his. I do not know what has gotten into me but there is just something about Niall that is so deliciously enticing. He kisses me back, mouths open and tongues playing back and forth. Niall’s hands grip my breasts and then make their way back to unzip my dress.

Once we are down to our undergarments, I slide onto the bed, silently inviting him to come and play with me. Niall jumps on top of me, rubbing his hardened member in between my legs. I let out a deep groan. I need him inside me—now.

“Oh, Niall…” I moan.

“What is it, Nicole? What is it you want?” He hisses harshly in my ear.

“I want… you. I always have.”

Niall slithers his fingers down to my panties, feeling around, and then gently takes them off. He takes off his boxers and then suddenly, I feel a jolt. Niall is inside me, full-fledged and going at it; pumping vigorously into me. The shock of it mutes me but soon I am wailing and howling out to the heavens. I grab Niall’s shoulder and dig my fingers into his flesh, causing him to call out in pain and to thrust even faster.

I watch as sweat drips down Niall’s chest, making his glisten like a god of some sort. His piercing blue eyes are dark and determined. Quick, deep grunts release from his soft lips as his hair mats against his moist forehead. His fast is twisted in a concentrated gaze. He is so beautiful.

“Niall! Yes! Please!” I shout as I begin to reach climax. Niall runs his tongue across my breasts, gnawing at my skin.

The pressure of an orgasm grows inside me, pushing down on my forehead. I grab fistfuls of the blanket below me, pulling it up closer to me. I call out incoherent blabbing as my bones lighten and the endorphins release in droves. Oxytocin, the “love hormone”, swells with in me. My hips roll until they lock in place, frozen with pleasure.

With a few more thrusts, Niall is finished as well. He pulls out, panting and goes to the bathroom to take care of the condom. I sit up in bed, astonished at what just happened. My dreams had come true: Prom Queen and sharing a bed with Niall Horan.

“What?” He asks when he enters the room again.

“Nothing,” I croak, shaking my head.

“We should probably get back.”

“Yeah, Angie is probably wondering where I am.” I stand up and go to grab my clothing. Niall helps me zip up my dress and I go to the bathroom to fix my hair and make-up as best as I can.

Niall kisses my shoulder. “I’ll see you at school on Monday?”

“You bet!” I say with a grin, putting my earring back in. I put my shoes back on and head back down to the dance hall to meet back up with Angie.

“Where have you been?!” Angie yells when she sees me.

“What? What do you mean?” I ask, playing dumb.

“You’ve been gone for a while! I was getting worried! People said they saw you leave with Niall Horan. What happened?” She crosses her arms.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” I answer with a proud smile.

Notes

So this is obviously another high school AU. God, I love doing AU's. They're so much fun. Hope you enjoyed this one! I posted the final draft of my Fan Fiction/Mental Illness essay in the Forum section, if you want to check that out.

Title Credit: "Prom Night" by Jeffree Star
Nicole's Outfit: http://tinyurl.com/ny6db77