Niall's POV
"Are you ok?" I looked up to see this girl with brown hair and hazel eyes. She was soaked from head to toe and had make-up running down her face. She was holding a pair of what looked like dance shoes in her hands and she was shivering insanely.
"Are you ok? It's freezing out here and you're covered in mud," She blushed slightly and shook her head.
"I'm fine, thanks." Her voice cracked and was a bit wavering, as if she had been crying. "I mean, you're clothing, it looks like you had a rough day."
"Well I'm a big boy, I can take care of my self. I-I mean not that I'm a jerk or anything like that, but I have my body guards on the way so I should be fine." I stumbled over words and cursed myself. I probably look like a huge jerk right now. I could already see the headlines: 'Niall Horan, egotistical jerk'.
"Body guards? What, are you related to the queen or something?" Her question caught me off guard, I wasn't even British.
"No, first of all I'm Irish--" I said slowly, and she shrugged.
"That doesn't mean anything." I was even more taken aback.
"And second of all, I'm Niall, Niall Horan?"
"So?" I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned.
"You don't know who I am do you?"
"Should I?" she asked.
"Do you live under a rock?" Dammit, that was so mean.
Daphne's POV
"What, do you live under a rock?"
No I live with monsters that beat me everyday and won't let me know anything about the outside world.
"I'm sorry, that was mean, I didn't mean to make you cry,"
I hadn't notice till now that I had begun crying again.
"Yeah, I'm fine it's just that today hasn't been the best day for me," I held up my soaking wet pointe shoes.
"Oh, yeah what are they for anyway?" I sighed inwardly. I know not everyone knows about dance but sometimes it gets a bit annoying.
"They are for my ballet,"
"You dance?" this boy was a bit dense. If I didn't dance they wouldn't be for my ballet.
"Yes, most kinds actually. Well except tap." I paused and gazed down at my shoes, "But pointe was my favorite,"
"That's cool..." He paused and I realized I hadn't told him my name.
"Daphne, Daphne Faust." I said quietly.
"That's an odd name." I let out a puff of breath through my nose.
"I know. I hate it. I would have much rather been named something else, but I couldn't really put in my vote when my name was picked," Niall chuckled at that.
"Odd isn't always a bad thing, I think it's pretty," He said, I played with the edges of my shoes.
"You're just saying that." I mumbled.
"No honestly. It's a very name for a very pretty girl." I rolled my eyes at his comment. Who's ever heard of a girl that has bruises and cuts all over her body been called pretty?
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Dancing Getaway
Fanfiction"Bitch" "slut" "ugly whore" "anorexic piece of shit" These were the words Daphne Faust woke up to everyday of her life. If being the youngest wasn't enough to deal with, she was also adopted. From who? She doesn't know. But as much as her life suck...
