"Friends" (Niall Horan FanFic)

Chapter 2.

Niall's Pov;

I welcomed the girl into my grandma Mary's house, and close the door behind me. As soon as it shut behind us, making a loud thud, the girl sqealed, obviously nervous that i closed the door.

"What's your name?" I asked her, starting up conversation as she slowly followed behind me to the kitchen.

"I-it's Elena Smith.." Elena says as i open the door.

"Nice to meet you Elena Smith, I'm Niall Horan," I say sticking my hand out for her to shake. She stared at my hand for minute before hesitantly, and gently shaking mine with hers. She quickly pulled her hand back and pulled her hand under her slightly longer sleeve of her sweatshirt. Her perfectly green eyes darted everywhere in the room trying not to make eye contact with me. I quickly took the glass of milk i had poured and handed it to her, and as our hands brushed against each other she gasped.

"Thanks," She said before quickly walking through the house, and through the front door, leaving a loud thud behind her.

Well, that was odd. She looked as if she was afraid of me. I shrugged my shoulders and headed back into the fridge to get a quick snack.

This is the second time i've ever visited my grandma, because of a huge argument my mother and her got into. The last time i saw here was when i was eight, so its been around ten years. And trust me, i feel horrible, her living in California all alone, so once i turned eighteen and i had my own rights and some free time from the band, i headed down here for a weeks visit. Once she opened the door to the apartment door she dropped a phone she had in her hand and began to full on cry. I still cant believe my parents left my grandma alone here.

I went into my grandma's room (where she was sleeping) to remind her about the party for her friend in the aparment, as i opened the door she was looking at some photos on her bed. I sat down besides her, and she smiled.

"Niall, this is you when you were only a baby," She says as pain flashed through her eyes. I took her cold hand into mine and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm glad I got to come down here to see you." I say as she nods and smiles.

"Me too. Now, Jen's parties tonight, so I need you to help me carry some deserts I made." She reminded me.

"Oh, right yeah. The parties in an hour, thought I'd remind you," I add before stepping out of the room.

Elena's Pov;

After getting back from Mary's house with the milk, giving it to my grandma with only a simple, small, nod, I headed into my room to change into a more formal outfit. There's a bunch of elders that live in this apartment, and they're all, mostly, friends, including Jen, who's party we're attending. I went into my walk in closet, and grabbed a cute outfit. I put on a top which was light pink, had a little bit of white lace where the chest part was, with a small bow in the middle. I HAD to put on a coat over it which was really nice, a warm jacket which was meant for spring. I put on black skinny jeans with black boot heels, applied makeup that matched perfectly, and curled my hair. (Outift on side --->)

I love getting dressed up, except for at school. School is always kind of a daze place. Everyone would pass by me, maybe glance but wouldn't give me a second one. No one exactly "bullied" me, but it wasn't like they included me or want to even get 5 feet near me. They looked at me like I was diseased, just because I only have had one boyfriend, and because I dont dress up like they do. I use to be so, so happy. Then, everything just started hurting me... The memories, lies, how alone I felt. I began cutting, locking myself in my bedroom, hiding away from the rest of the world. I stopped talking, and eating a lot less than I use to, dropping five pounds in one week, without dieting. I began feeling sicker and weaker...I just felt...alone. I broke up with my boyfriend, stopped talking to my friends, so now I'm a nobody..

"Elena, it's time to go to Jens!" My grandma calls from downstairs. I gave myself one weak smile in the mirror, before heading downstairs to my grandma who was all ready, with her cupcakes for the party. We then headed down towards the party... It's just a party, who would've thought it'd change my life?