Niall’s POV
I looked around the bus that was taking the twenty or so of us to a new camp that had just opened. My mother had signed me up enough though I had told her I hadn’t wanted to go, she said “this will be good for you Niall maybe you can make some new friends or maybe even find yourself a boyfriend.” She didn’t understand that I did not trust any of these people I was riding the bus with nor the counselors that I would have to meet. My name is Niall and I am 16 years old and have known from the time I was 13 that I have liked boy’s instead of girls. I was 14 when I’d gotten my first boyfriend whose name had been Eric, it had been a great relationship for the first few months but then it all changed when I caught Eric cheating on me with a girl from our school named Fiona. Eric had taken me aside as I cried and told me that he discovered he liked girls better than guys and that he wanted to break up so he could date Fiona who had stood nearby and smirked at me knowing she had stolen my boyfriend but not caring how this would affect me.
I had run home sobbing and told my mother what had happened and curled into her as she rubbed my back liked she’d done when I was little and was upset about something. My brother Greg had wanted to go and beat the shit out of Eric, but I had talked him out of it and told him he wasn’t worth it. It had taken me a year to get over that break-up and I’d had to move to a different school because Fiona and all her friends including Eric had started to bully me and call me “Fag”. The new school was in England in a small town called Leeds so me and my mother, father and brother had had to move all the way there just because of me. My father was not so supportive of me being gay and would sometimes ask me why I couldn’t be normal like my brother. I didn’t let this get to me as I still had my mother and brother on my side and knew they would always love me no matter who I loved. As I said before I don’t trust people because I have been hurt why too many times by the people I thought had loved me, My second boyfriend and the one who had hurt me the most was 17 when I was 15 and his name was Paul. I had thought he was the one I would love forever till he started treating me like a slave and made me do things with him that I had not been ready for but he would hit me until I agreed to what he wanted. That relationship had lasted about 8 months till my brother had seen me hit him one day and beat him half to death before calling the cops on Paul. He was now in jail and would be there for 3 years for domestic abuse and assault and battery. All of this had happened to me a few weeks before my 16th birthday which was the worst day of my life because my father up and left our family saying in a cold voice “I can’t take this anymore I’m going back to Ireland and I never want to see or speak to any of you again especially the fag I used to call a son.” After he had left I became depressed and didn’t talk to anyone except for Greg and my mom. I learned to not trust people because it would only get you hurt in the end.
Back to where I am now I’m looking at all these kids when one of the ones in a grey shirt saying “Counselor” on the back caught my attention and I thought to myself “Man he is Hot maybe this won’t be so bad if I can look at him all summer.” He had short Black hair that was quaffed up in the front and tanned skin I just wanted kiss and I could see from the side of his head he had deep brown eyes and long lashes attached to his nicely sculpted face. I shook my head and went back to looking out the window and saw that we had arrived at the camp. We all got off the bus when it stopped and gathered up our suitcases before heading over and seeing what cabin we were assigned to. A boy came up to me and said in a chipper voice “Hello my name is Harry Styles what is your name?” Not wanting to seem like a jerk which I am not as I actually used to be a very sweet carefree guy before all the stuff had happened “My name is Niall Horan nice to meet you.” Harry looked at me and said excitedly “sweet you’re in my cabin with me its only two campers to a cabin and three counselors so we are not all packed in like sardines.” I smiled to him as he led the way to the cabin we would be sharing with three older lads and thought “I might as well enjoy myself it’s too late to turn around now.” As we reached out cabin and Harry raced inside with me close behind him I looked around and dropped my stuff in surprise as I saw the hottie from the bus sitting on one of the beds and blushed as he gave me a cute smile.
