Prince Charming// Niall Horan

Four ;)

It was the morning of my first day of classes. After meeting Harry yesterday I was very excited who I might bump into next.

I'm a very quiet person, I usually don't like attention. I don't like to speak out or get involved for my fear of judgement. People instantly judge me without me speaking to them or wronging them in any way. It's a cruel world we live in. My only escape in life is though books. It's my wormhole through this destructive, social media controlled world. I've thought about drugs. I've thought long and hard. But I could never see myself going in that direction, no matter how much I would love to escape this hell.

I drive to the parking spot I parked in yesterday and I begin to walk to a very large building, that looks like it came out of a fairy tale. It has a very large yard in front of it and a couple of benches. There were people everywhere. A few under trees reading and a couple running around talking to people. Everyone looked like they fit in, I stand there taking in the beauty of the building in front of me.

It's 8:47 am. My first class begins at 9:00

I decide to wander around for a while, to try and take in the college.

I see someone sitting sitting under a tree all alone with a sketchbook in his hands, drawing furiously.

He had black hair and tattooed covered arms. He looked like he was drawing with such passion, he looked angry.

That only made me more curious. Before I knew what my legs were doing, I was only inches away from this passion filled creature.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He spoke with a venom laced voice, without taking his eyes off of his sketchbook.

He was taking his anger out on me. I should back off.

"But I'm not, I'm too curious." I thought to myself.

I took this change to sit next to him.

"I never allowed you to sit down" he said

"I don't need your permission to do anything in a free country." I threw back at him.

"What do you want?" He replies and shuts his sketch book, before I get to see what he's been working on, "Don't you see I don't want to talk to anybody?" and with that he gets up and walk away.

I just sit there, I don't know what came over me, it was like I had to talk to him, like gravity was pulling me towards him.

It's 9:00, so I start to head to my first class, trying to forget what just happened.

I walk into my writing class and see rows of desks connected with seats. I choose to sit at the end of the third row and wait for class to begin.

My professor, Mrs. Clark, walks in with a suitcase in her hands. She sets it down on her desk and introduces herself, " Hello everyone my name is Mrs. Clark and welcome to Writing seminar, As you first assignment I will partner you up-" A roar of grunts could be heard from the people around me, "Hush, when you all graduate from here, hopefully, you will be forced to work with people you despise. This is like a model for the future."

She then went through her suitcase and pulled out a piece of paper and started to call out names.

After about three minutes she called my name and my partner's name, Zack.

Everyone has their partner, except one person that has jet black hair and tattoos all over his arms. The same person that was drawing furiously.

We both looked at each other realizing how horrific this is going to end up being.

I walked up to him and the first thing that I said was "You don't look like a Zack, You're look more like a Zain."

He stares back at me and says nothing.