Please, Just Leave Me To Die *Narry Storan*

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Niall's Pov

I moved to Cheshire last night, it's so weird moving. Moving houses is strange enough but me and my family were forced to move country because of my dad's stupid promotion which was in England. On the car ride here I kept my head leant against the car window, sobbing. I was leaving my family and friends back home in Mullingar. Truth be told I was more upset because I was missing my boyfriend's funeral. My inconsiderate arse-hole parents wouldn't let me stay in Ireland so I could attend his send off. I haven't talked to them since they said we were moving.

They hadn't even given me chance to say goodbye to everybody officially, they gave me two days to get everything packed and ready for England.

I thought about everything that I'd been through; how Justin died, how guilty I felt about everything, about the past. The feeling of hurt and regret filled my stomach, I felt like I was going to throw up. But I put that down to travel sickness.

I was stood outside the gates to my new school, pupils were stood in groups with their friends and there were the odd couple of people kicking a football around.

Why did I have to move schools during the middle of a term? Why couldn't we have moved during the summer holidays so I wouldn't feel so lonely since people would be looking for new friends and such? I felt like such an outcast.

I pulled my messenger bag closer to me, making me feel safer and less vulnerable. I began walking into the school building onto to be shoulder barged by someone. I turned around and there was a skinny, brown curly haired boy rushing past me. I'd normally call someone like that a jerk but he seemed to be deep in thought and he didn't seem to notice that he even walked into me, I suppose I could let him off just this once. At first I thought some muscled rugby player was going to try and pick on the new kid, I think I was just relieved and thankful that it wasn't.

I finally found the office after about ten minutes of searching and got a map and a timetable from the miserable looking woman who looked like she couldn't care less that I was new and extremely lost in the monster of a building.

"Thank you" I muttered and walked off to try and find my form room, I really didn't want to be late on my first day.

I began climbing up the stairs when the same curly haired boy rushed past me up the stairs, two at a time. He seemed to be in a hurry for something, I didn't see why though. We had another ten minutes before form started, it wasn't like he was going to be late or anything.

I walked around the corner, making my way along the corridor when I heard a bunch of sniggers and laughs. At first I thought they were talking about me, being the new kid and all until I heard what they were saying.

"Nice shoes Styles"

"Been shopping in Tesco again?"

"Do you ever buy new clothes?"

"Ever heard of a shower Styles?"

I span around and saw the same boy who I had been crossing paths with all morning. His curls were covering his dull looking eyes slightly; he looked like he was going to burst into tears at any moment.

Normally I would stick up for people towards a group of bullies. It would be like world war three in the middle of the corridor, I hated bullies. Why did they need to pick on innocent people for their laughs? Why couldn't they just go and watch Lee Evans and get their laughs that way? They disgust me. But before I could do anything the boy with the bright blue eyes and feathery hair stuck his foot out in the boy's path, causing him to trip and fall.

I bent down to pick up some of his textbooks that had landed by my feet, it was the least I could do since I didn't do anything to stop them.

He didn't seem to notice that I'd began picking up his things as he crawled towards where a couple of sheets of paper that were on the floor near me.

He looked up once he'd collected his things, not looking me in the eye.

"I'm Niall" I held my hand out to him, offering to help him get up.

He didn't respond nor took my hand; he got up by himself and brushed himself down before hobbling off down the corridor towards a classroom, not putting any pressure on his right ankle.

How could someone hurt somebody so flawless on purpose? His slightly wild curls and green eyes were perfect, even if they didn't sparkle like they should. His skin was the most amazing tone I'd ever seen, he was flawless.

Why didn't he just take my hand? I understand that he might not trust many, if any, people. Was he scared or embarrassed to be helped?

I was going to find out.