Letters_niall horan_

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       I woke up on this bright and early Saturday. The bright light hitting my pale soft skin. I feel the heat radiating of te sun and into my room. I groan at the sounds coming from my bathroom. Great Lilian is sharing a room with me...kill me now.

        There's nothing wrong with her if nothing is everything. Se's to preppy and hyper. She has the world's most annoying high pitched laugh. Her voice is high and her face always caked with crayola. She's just your average mean cheerleader that all the geeky girls-me- want to be-or kill- and all the boys want to be with. Its so annoying how she wants me to be her perfect little sister and follow in her foot steps when all i want is to be my own person. 

        I hear the noises stop telling me she'll be walking through that door any minute-which might end too badly if she pulls another you should be like me out her butt.-the door opens and she makes this weird annoying sigh. She stalks off to my closet and dig through it. 

        "Blondie, you have your own clothes back off." I grumble. "There's nothing you would wear anyway...none of it hugs your body." I say sitting up and rubbing my eyes. I step out of bed in my sports bue spots bra and blue pajama pants. 

        As i dig through my closet for something to wear to work my mind keeps traveling on the magical school bus to the Irish Lad. I know his name and who he is; but do I care? Not one bit. Niall Horan, one of five members of one direction. Just because he's famous doesn't make him any less human so why fan-girl like a crazed idiot. that'll just drive him nuts. 

        I find a black Nando's hoodie and a pair of back jeans. I put on my black converse. Combing through my long -wavy brown hair looking at my large haze puppy dog eyes, i think hateful-but true- things about myself. I let my look at my heeling eye and wonder why I let people do this. If you're wondering what happened...I was just casually walking down the street and then someone randomly ran out of a store pushed me then fell on me. When the cops showed up he had me trapped under him and him taking a blow to my face. Why? Ask him. 

        "I'm off to work." I call getting nothing back; only because i couldn't wait to get out of there. Then my mind remembered; the one thing i need is my back pack. Where is is? Up stairs. I sigh and walk back in trooting up the steps. I grab my floral pattern bag and then trudge out the house. I get on the bus and then to work. 

        My day goes slowly and horrible; until the Irish lad comes in bringing the rest of One Direction with him. He sits at the booth he always sits at...his front side facing me. The lad that came in earlier, with the dark skinned girl. the other's are a mystery to me. 

        "Ello guys." I say looking up and smiling before burning holes in my text book. My thoughts are over run by Spanish words. 

        "Aye, um...Reanne...Come back from the milky way." Niall says waving his hand in my face. I look up. "Two Lattes, one tea, one decaf, and a french vanilla." He smiles his now no braces smile at me. 

        "SO when did you get those hunks of metal taken off." I say turning around and making his drinks. 

        "today actually, you like?" He says making me giggle. 

       "Yes...It's good to know you aren't tasting metal and rubber bands." He chuckles, shaking his head. I finish his order, handing him one of the Lattes. He smiles before doing his bouncing step walk to the booth. He tells the boys some thing and one of them gets up. 

        He has brown curly hair bouncing as he walks. His pale green eyes shining as he walks up and grabs the decaf. He has on a grey t-shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, a blue plaid over top, and white high tops. he has a necklace on; wonder why? Looks like a real ladies man; i hate those. 

        "Hello, you must be Reanne." The boy says in a heavy and slow British accent. I smile and nod. "I'm Harry, but you can call me babe." I roll my eyes. 

        "Never in hell will i call you that." I mumble, looking back at my text book. 

        "Oh but you will love." His fingers go under my chin and raise my head. "Your eyes are beautiful." I roll my eyes. 

        "Harry leave the poor girl alone." The one who had come in with the lass. "She's obviously not interested and our Irish one doesn't like you doing that. He wants you to be nice to his friends." he smiles a pearly white smile. 

        "OK, sorry Reanne. Liam come get your tea jeez it's getting cold." Harry says stalking off. The boy who saved me from making that boy touch the stars came up. 

        "Hey love, sorry about that; he can be so gobsmacking flirty. He means good though. He was right your eyes are beautiful." I look down not knowing this weird new warmth on my face. "Ok I'll stop making you pink." he says with a chuckle. He grabs the tea and sits back down. He says something to the one in front of him. 

        The lad with brown hair and blue eyes -much like Niall- comes up and smiles at me. He has on a white t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and a beanie and a pair of toms.       

        I smile back as he takes the other Latte. He just walks back and the next lad gets up, scrolling through his phone. This guy is darker than the rest but just as handsome. His hair is quiffed up in the front and flat against his head. He has Hazel eyes. 

        "Thanks." He says in a heavier British accent then the rest. I only smile. My mind is busy thinking of the answer to my math problem. "23" Is all he says before walking away. I give him a weird look before going back to my math. The answer to my question was 23. I looked away from my paper at him and he only smiles. I smile back before doing my math. 

        The bell dings and i hear four British girls talking. I stare down at my books as they walk up. They chat about what they want and chat about hw weird i am staring at my book. I just let their comments slip because it happens all the time. The fur girls order and as i turn around to make their order I hear my text book be ripped off the counter. I turns around right as the sound f ripping paper rings through my ears. My boks dead pages fall t the floor. 

        "Hey Kimberly; that was my math homework." I screech. "I cant believe you!" I feel the bubbling f anger flowing through my vains. "Yu're the worst older sister ever!" 

        "So, mum won't care she's gone all the time. Every single child she had was popular but you; makes me wonder why? One look at your face and i get it." She laughs out. I hate having only brother because then the rest of the five are girls. 

        She's right; i was never miss well liked. I never had one signal friend and it never bothered me until my sisters started bringing home friends and dressing all fancy. They were the ones who never cared about their grades. I was the one who scared the highest on my ST scores than any of my class mates or ones before me. Of coarse my family wouldn't know that being gone or not caring. 

        "Bye ugly," Then she called me some unmentionable words. I just shook them off and went around the corner t pickup my now useless text book and hard work. I let my hair fall in front of my face as i picked up my pages. The hair in my face was tucked back behind my ear before the hand reached out, grabbing the text book's papers. 

        "That's your sister?" I nod at the Irish lad who so kindly helped me. "wow what a bi-" 

        "No cursing." I warned. "you must mean what a bib." I smile as he laughs at me. "She sure does look like a baby spit up food on her." I mumble. The Irish boy laughs. 

        "Let's go get you a new text book after you get done with work." I opened my mouth to protest but fingers were pressed to my lips. "See you after work." With that him and his friends left.