Unexpected [Niall Horan FF]

Chapter 1;

"People may seem all to abnormal, but that's what is showing on the outside."

-anonymous

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I walked through the awfully huge corridor, trying to find my regular classes on just another regular day in the life of me. All alone, all by myself. There was no trace of anyone in these hallways, no papers on the ground -nothing. Today my classroom location had changed for History, but only today. Or at least I think. My heavy breathing had kicked in making me realize how out of shape I really am, right when I reached the classroom that had been so far away from the entrance door. As I walked into the abnormal classroom, with tables everywhere and random small desks in the back that had been all usup by my usual history classmates. Everyone looked toward me in disbelief, most likely because I was never the girl to be late.

"Ms. Aslin, what made you arrive late to class?" Mr. T asked in a confused state because, again, it was me the one that was late. Mr. T wasn't the one to joke around with, he didn't tell students anything about himself like any other teacher would, I mean really. He hasn't ever told anyone his full last name. Only Mr. T. It's probably just something embarrassing.

I shot him a slight smile that didn't mean much and shrugged, walking over to an empty spot at the table on the far right of the classroom. Eyes of all my classmates were still locked on me, causing my face to turn bright red.

"Very well" Mr.T stated turning back to the whiteboard where he was writing down the lesson we were going to be doing. I glanced up to see the people who were sitting at my table, I noticed Maddy Lin, she's tall, quite skinny with long brown hair that goes just to her elbows with fiery green eyes. She's known to be very smart and sarcastic. I never see her around many people, but who's to judge, I'm just like her. Next to her was a boy. Niall Horan to be exact, he is definitely trouble, I've heard nothing but bad things about him but I can't lie, he is quite attractive. Niall has Blonde hair with his brown roots sticking out a tad, ocean blue eyes that made you lose every thought process in your mind and a smile that could kill. He must've noticed I was staring because he started staring back at me, full blown blue eyes with a slight smirk that sent chills down my spine. I ignored his staring and looked back down at my history books.

The whole class I took quick glances over to Niall, making sure he wasn't still staring but every time I looked up, he stared back with that same smirk plastered on his face.

The bell had rung, the slow bell that manages you to go deaf for a good few seconds after it ends. I stacked my large books on my left arm and headed for the door. The crowded hallways in AofA were terrible, it's like a suicide hallway.

I managed to get through the crowd without dropping one of my books or falling flat on my face, which yes -I've done that before. I reached my tall blue locker that was located just by the doors, the perfect spot.

The locker had opened and I stuffed my books into my big bulgy bag so I could take them home and study, considering I have no other life besides school.

Before I could shut my locker, I felt a harsh poke on the shoulder. I slightly tuned around to find Niall, the guy from my history class, behind me, closer than usual making me feel quite uncomfortable.

"What do you want?" I asked, as I stuttered my nervous words coming out of my shaky lips.

"I want to talk to you" He replied, his voice low with a deep Irish accent. I didn't know he was Irish. He leaned against the closest locker to mine and started to stare at me again. His beaty blue eyes staring into my boring green eyes.

"Well I don't think today is a good day to talk to me. I have to go," I announced shutting my locker and put the shoulder holder onto my shoulder. I pivoted on my left heel, my eyes meeting my destination -the doors.

"Where are you going?" He asked following me out the doors and down the big useless steps. Goosebumps had appeared all over my body as he was starting to creep me out.

He has this unusual vibe to him that I can't understand, one bit.

"No where" I hesitated to lie but it's better than him knowing I was going home.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Positive" I gulped nervously. I could tell he knew I was lying.

"Don't lie to me" He stated, I wasn't sure if this was some kind of warning or if he was joking. I didn't laugh, though.

"Is that supposed to be funny, or.." I crossed my arms turning to face him in the middle of the sidewalk filled with colorful leaves that had fallen from the trees up above.

"Whatever you want, Rebecca Aslin" I stopped breathing for a quick second at that sentence.

"First of all, it's Becca and second of all, how do you even know my name?" I paused, "we've never spoken to eachother."

"You may know nothing about me but I do know lots about you, Rebecca" Niall grinned down at me.

"I know things about you too, Niall." I explained cringing at the name Rebecca, I started expanding my chest hoping it would made me look more confident.

"What're ya doin?" Niall laughed at the sight of me trying to attempt to be confident.

"Nothing," I replied starting to walk the opposite direction. I could feel his eyes staring but I forced myself to not look back. For all I know, he was staring at my ass. Typical college guys.

I got to my apartment building and decided taking the stairs would probably be better for me in the long run, rather than the elevator.

Three flights of stairs wasn't too bad.

I reached my apartment and walked into a cleaned and new improved apartment. See, I just had moved in a couple days ago. That's why it's clean.

I moved away from home, into this apartment. I waited and waited for an opening because well one, it's close to AofA and two it's not ghetto like the rest in this small town. Bomont.

Everyone everywhere in Bomont people know everything about everyone. It's quite frightening actually because you are really never alone.

People talk.

And half the time, people believe everything they hear.

I set my big bag on my grey kitchen counter and took a seat on my black leather couch. Soon enough I was out like a light and off into a better place called my dreams.

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Depression comes and goes in my life, whenever it chooses. Usually it hits me at the wrong times when everything seems to be on the right track, of course. Right now I'm somehow depression free but I'm still not fully cured. I tortured my mum enough with my depression, and anxiety why would I put that on her again?

My dad is an alcoholic idiot that doesn't care for my mum or me at all yet my mum still hasn't left him. I could understand why. The fear of him coming after you or the fear of him beating you till you passed out for half hour on end. I grew up with him that way and I made an oath to myself that I would never in a million years turn out like him. I don't drink, never have and I never will. It ruins lives.