Secrets (a niall horan fan fiction)

I hated school. Everybody there hated me to. That is except for my best friend Aubrey. We've always wanted to meet One Direction and everybody thought they were gay. I took that to offence and stood up for them which made everybody laugh at me and Aubrey. We're not the biggest losers in our school. But we didn't care. We were used to it.

My name is Sasha. I'm short with short up to my shoulder curly brown hair. My face is flooded with freckles and I'm really tan. My strongest feature is my icy blue eyes which make people jump when they look into them. I'm 16 and I've always wanted to meet One Direction. Especially Niall. He was my favorite. One day I would save up enough money to meet them and go to one of their concerts. Someday...

It was Friday! Finally! I jumped out of bed and threw on a tank top with a lace heart on it and a pair of jean shorts. It was almost time for school to get out so the temperature was scorching hot. I then went into the bathroom to do my hair. When I looked for the straightening iron it fell on my toes. I wasn't expecting that. I picked it up and plugged it into the wall. After that I went to check my phone for any new messages and it kind of surprised me when "unknown number" popped up, so I opened it. It said "One Direction is coming to our town! Better get ready to watch them. From your window. -Unknown" Only a cruel, mindless person would tell her that.

My hair was straight and my makeup was on. I was ready for school. I wanted to have a good day today. I wouldn't let anybody humiliate me either!

Once I got off the bus at school, I proudly strut into school with a smile plastered on my face and I headed straight for my locker. Aubrey wasn't in school today, because she was sick. This was going to be a long Friday! I was spinning my locker combination when I felt a finger poking my back. Once I opened my locker I turned around. There was a hot guy standing there that looked almost as hot as Harry Styles from One Direction! "Hi! What's your name? I'm Ryan. I'm new here and the office told me that you could show me around the whole day. We have the same schedule." His voice was good sounding. "Hi! My name is Sasha. What's your locker number?" Ryan peeked at his schedule and said, "233." It was right next to mine! A whole zoo erupted in my stomach and I felt sick. "Your locker is right here next to mine. Try spinning your locker combination and then pull open your locker." He smiled at me and then approached his locker. Once he started , I put my backpack in my locker and I took out my binder and carried it across my chest with my arms holding it securely. When I turned around to check on Ryan, he was looking at me. His locker door was open and he was standing right next to it. "That was fast!" I said to him. "I'm used to having a locker so it wasn't that hard." When he looked away from me I stared at his hair. He was so cute! If only we dated..

It was first period and I had already got into the math classroom with Ryan so that I could show him around. "This place is bigger then my old school. It looks better to!" he told me. "Yup. This place is pretty big." We were the only ones here in this room right now. The lights were off and on the chalk board it said "Good morning class!" "Hey can I tell you something? You have to promise not to make fun of me for it." "I promise," I said. Ryan looked embarrassed. "I like One Direction!" I grinned and then out of nowhere, I kissed him. I don't know why, but I just did. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." I was blushing and he was looking at me with a smile on his face. "I want to tell you something else. I kno-" All of a sudden the light turned on and the teacher walked in, followed by a group of students. "Good morning class! Take a seat anywhere you'd like!" my teacher said. I walked to my seat where I usually sat and Ryan sat next to me in the back of the classroom. He put his blue binder on his desk with a loud slamming noise. Everybody turned to look at him. All of the girls were making googly eyes at him and waving to him. He looked at me and said, "Is this how they act around new students?" "Only if its a boy. Then the girls will go crazy for you!" I said back. The teacher walked up to the front of the classroom, so I turned my head forward. "Today we have a new student! Say hello to Ryan." The class mates said a loud welcome to Ryan and he was called up to the front of the class to tell about himself. This happened in almost every class.