Confused By You: Niall's Story

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and I do not own the characters of this story nor did the events described happen in reality.

WARNING: This may or may not spoil Jades story Confused By You. It's a Larry, and Niall ad Liam are supporting characters in it, but I'm writing this short story describing what happened with them. So, I recommend you read that one first and then come back for this. ~Brooklyn <3

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Niall's POV

"Niall James, you were supposed to be in school over an an hour ago!" I heard distantly as I laid in bed half asleep, the only thing that had awoken me was the sound of my mum's voice in my ear. I groaned with my face in the pillow, unwilling to get up.

"Niall. James. Horan. Get. Up. Now," her voice was much more angry this time. Since I didn't feel like getting killed, I sat up reluctantly and threw off the duvet. I attempted to rub the sleep from my eyes, but I was still tired as hell from staying up until three AM doing homework. My mum smiled smugly and walked from the room, and I stuck my tongue out at her retreating backside. Today was just another day to go to school and get bullied and I was just fed up with it.

I threw a random jumper over my head and pulled on some tan chinos and a pair of high tops. I didn't bother with my hair since I was nearly out of gel ad just ran my hands through it trying to smooth out the blonde locks that stuck out everywhere. I grabbed my bag and stomped down the stairs, walking out the door without a second thought.

As the school came into view, I could already tell today would suck. The sky was gray like it wanted to rain but couldn't, just like when I wanted to cry but can't find the tears. Me being almost two hours late, class was already in session do I would have to walk in with anillion eyes on me like I had three arms. People acted like it was a crime to be late for school.

"Third time this month, Mr. Horan," the office secretary warned me as she scribbled an unexcused tardy pass out for me. I just shrugged, if she had to endure what I want through evey day she'd probably be late a lot too.

The day passed by uneventfully, other than the usual pushing me in the hall and "accidentally" shoving my books to the ground. I didn't really know what I got bullied for, probably just because I had a limited amount of friends and 16 year olds were just so goddamn judgemental.

Finally, the shrill bell rang out to signal us students were dismissed. I gathered my things and managed to get out of the school without being pushed into a locker. I started my long walk home with a sigh. My life just didn't work out for me.

My attention was caught by the loud pounding music coming through the walls of the local gym. I stopped to listen to the upbeat song that was distant and muffled from inside, when the door flew open and out walked a guy about my age with short brown hair and the most captivating chocolate colored eyes I had ever seen. It was weird to say this as a straight guy, but he was absolutely beautiful and I couldn't tear my gaze away. I knew I was staring but I didn't really care. His head whipped around and my eyes widened when he grinned a bit as he noticed me checking him out. Wait, no, I was not checking him out. I was...comparing him to myself. Fuck it, I was checking him out.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as he didn't turn away, actually he was waking in my direction. Shit, shit, shit. Was he gonna beat me up for looking at him? I didn't want to know.

"You, uh..." he began as he glanced down at the ground, where I noticed all of my my elingings were scattered about. I must've dropped them...embarrassing.

"I, um, thanks," I stuttered. Why am I stuttering? I didn't actually feel uncomfortable around a GUY.

We both bent down to scoop my papers, writing utensils, and books into my bag, as as we stood he held out a hand. I timidly brought mine to his and shook it slowly, not quite sure if the way I felt lightning shooting up my arm should worry me.

"I'm Liam," he said. He was British, which was odd because it want often you saw a Brit in Mullingar, Ireland.

"N-Niall," I responded, my eyes betraying me by wandering down to his tones chest that was only covered by a tight fitting t shirt. What the hell is going on right now?

" You're not from around here, are you?" I attempted at conversation, but you know I failed because I'm me and I fail at everything. He laughed.

"I live in London. A good mate of mine are business partners," he explained bluntly.

My eyes bugged out. "Business partners? But you can't be much older than me!" I blurted. God I was so stupid.

"He was having a...rough time so last year we decided to open a business."

"Don't you need, like, a degree or something?"

He shrugged. "Not if you have money."

It was only then I noticed we were walking and I was leading him in the direction of my house and the gym he came from was no longer in sight.

"Oh, so you're like, rich," my big mouth blurted. I looked at the ground sheepishly. "Don't answer that."

"I'm pretty rich, I guess," he replies, chuckling.

"What are you doing in Ireland?" I asked to get away from the topic of money.

"Business," he shrugged. I stopped outside the door of my house ad tried not to look him in the eye. I realized I'd just had a civil conversation with someone my age and they didn't push me down once. Maybe I was better at making friends than I thought. Or Liam felt bad for me ad was just trying to be nice. Probably the latter.

"Nice meeting you, Niall. Hey, I have to go to this meeting thing at the convention hall and maybe you'd like to come by when you're done with school and we can talk some more?" he asked.

"Um, s-sure," I responded, unfamiliar to the way t stomach felt weird and my heartbeat was irregular. I wonder what in the hell that could be.maybe I'm coming down with something. Liam smiles and began to walk away.

"Meet me outside the convention hall at half past three!" he called over his shoulder. I nodded although he couldn't see me and ran into the house, slamming the door behind me and pressing my back against it. My mum and dad were still at work, and it still felt weird not having Greg around after he moved out. But whatever, my mind was too busy with the afternoon's events to feel lonely. I wondered briefly about the strange feelings I got when I was around Liam, but just brushes it off, because all I could think about was how damn excited I was for tomorrow.

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Ok, there's the first part! Im thinking this will range between 3-5 chapters, but I won't promise anything. What did you think? ~Brooklyn