Perfectly Imperfect: A Niall Horan Love Story.

Chapter Two

As I went and got my class schedules, I noticed the cute blonde boy again. I ignored him once again. I just kept walking to my history class. He kept trying to catch up with me but I just kept walking faster. When I finally arrived to the class I sat at a desk near the back. Unfortunately for me, it was right beside where he sat.

When everyone realized where I was sitting, they all gasped. I didn’t know what was wrong with that boy, but apparently something was. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know.

By the end of the day, I had met some girl named Laurette. I was thinking about asking her about that boy, when she suddenly brought it up.

“Why did you sit by that boy in history today?”

“I didn’t know that he sat there. Why doesn’t anyone like him or anything?”

“Let’s just say, he’s friends with Zayn. The school’s bad boy..” Laurette trailed off, looking at two boys coming towards us.

The boys finally reached us, me and Laurette trying not to make eye contact.

“You new here?” The blonde one asked.

“Yeah..” I replied slowly.

“The names Niall.. And he’s Zayn..”

“I’m Sophie..” I said slightly smiling.

Laurette and Zayn left me and Niall sitting there. I didn’t know what to do so I sat there talking to Niall until my mum came and picked me up. We exchanged numbers and I texted him as soon as I got in the car. He wasn’t as bad as Laurette acted. My mum kept questioning about how school was. She asked me if I had made any friends. I just sat there answering her questions honestly.

I was actually a you tuber. I wasn’t some perfect tumblr girl or anything though. I didn’t really do anything important. Sometimes I would sing, or talk about pointless stuff. I didn’t get very far with it.

It was around dinner and I was still texting Niall.

“Who are you texting Sophie?” My mum kept asking.

I just told her it was an old friend from Manchester. My mum was quite strict when it came to me talking to boys. I wasn’t sure why, but I just let her think what she wanted.

By the time we had ate and I had finished my homework, it was time for bed. I was actually looking forward to tomorrow. Me and Niall were pretty good friends. For the first day of school, it was a good day.