° Third Person's Point Of View °
Niall Horan the blonde leprechaun that everyone knows and loves was walking through the halls of his school. Replying to 'Heys' and 'what's up' and 'How's it going.' You can say that Niall runs the school, but not in a bad way. Niall reached his locker and greeted his friends. "Hey guys." He gave them all hugs or their special hand shake. "Ni, Rebecca wanted me to give you this." The mop of curls said before handing the blonde a piece of paper. Harry is the 'flirt' out of our group. All the girls usually falls for his beautiful green eyes, amazing pair of dimples that comes with a great smile. Next, there's Louis, he like the goofball out of us. He has amazing blue eyes, light brown hair that goes over his eyes. Then, there's Zayn. The Bradford boy,all the girls drool over. From his amazing black hair, to his tattoos and personality. Finally, there Liam, the 'dad' of the group. He did have amazing curls like Harry but he decided to get rid of them. He has the best brown eyes you can every imagine. "Niall, are you okay?" Louis asked the blonde. Niall just nodded and placed a fake smile on his pink lips. Truth is Niall isn't okay. Niall has been feeling pretty award lately. He's been having dreams about his mother and dead bodies. Niall's mother died a couple of years ago.No one knew the reason, so the cops put it a suicide. He didn't know where they were coming from just that they kept popping up and he would just wake up drenched in sweat. The only people who knew about this was Zayn. He loves the guys equally, but Niall just has this special connection with Zayn that he can't explain. Lately, Niall had been looking pale, feeling weaker, and has been having weird urges, but he never bothers with it.
The bell finally rang and all the kids went to their classes.
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