(The Next Morning)
I had mixed emotions about going to school today. Of course I wanted to hang out with Liam and the boys and get to know them better! (even though Zayn didn't seem to like me...) But I didn't want to face Tiffany and the populars... I wasn't one to hide from my problems but I'd only just started at this school! Why did they have to ruin it already? Maybe if I stayed off for a couple days they might forget about me? But then I'd have to risk ruining my attendance...
I signed. Its not like staying of school was a real option anyway. My mum would NEVER allow it. She probably had some meeting she had to be at today and she wouldn't want to make herself late worrying after me.
"Stevie are you nearly ready?! I've got a meeting I can NOT be late for today! You better hurry your little behind up!" My mum yelled up the stairs right on que. I wanted to let out a little chuckle about it, but obviously I couldn't. I know, I know feeling sorry for myself isn't going to bring my voice back... its just sometimes it really gets me down, you know? Sometimes I just think about how my life would be so much eaiser if I was just normal... I could have friends! I could laugh! I could sing! I've always wanted to sing...
"Stevie! Come ON!" Mum called.
I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts and picked up my school bag. I glanced in the mirror as I walked past it. I wasn't wearing anything particulary nice today. If I was going to get slushied again I didn't want to ruin anymore of my 'good' clothes. Light wash, slightly ripped jeans were fitted to my legs and a warm, simple, navy, zip-up cardigan was hanging from shoulders. Under the cardigan I wore a grey top that had some pretty frills detailing the scooped next line. My hair was pulled into a lose messy ponytail, its natural waves hanging daintily from the back of my head.
I quickly grabbed Liam's hoodie he had lent me yesterday, giving it a gentle sniff as I left my bedroom. The masculine scent sent butterflies to my belly and a faint blush to my cheeks.
*At School*
Oh great I was early. But not just early, like majorly early! I couldn't see anybody else that had arrived at school yet.
I suppose I could try and find the Library? It was always where I went at my old school when I got to school early because of mum's work. I strolled towards the front doors and pushed them open, shuffling down the people-less corridors in the direction I guessed the Library was in.
I was wrong. This is defiantly not the direction of the Libray! I was now in some different part of the school I didn't remeber walking around.
I could hear an instrument being played... A guitar maybe? I headed in the direction of the noise. The music filled my ears the more I advanced down the corridor and before I knew it I was standing in the doorway of a class room watching Niall play the guitar and quietly sing under his breath. He was really good.
As he finished i began quietly clapping. Niall snapped his head up, looking me straight in the eyes, a little bit startled. A blush crept up his neck and over his cheeks,
"Oh h-hi Stevie, I-I d-didn't see you there," he stuttered out. I smiled at his nervousness.
'Your really good,' I signed at him
"Thanks, I don't normally play for the audience, t-though. J-Just the boys."
'Why not?' I questioned curiously
"I-I get kinda n-nervous," he said, his hands beginning to shake a little as he began packing up his guitar. "how come you were listening anyway?" Niall asked
'My mum had to get to work so she dropped me off early. I was trying to find the library but I guess I went the wrong way. Sorry I didn't mean to intrued or anything.' i smiled at him sheepishly
