Mistreated

Chapter 1

Author's Note: I decided to start this early guys! So I hope you like it :)

Chapter 1

Niall’s POV:
“All Seniors remember to get your forms for volunteer hours.” The intercom boomed.

“That’s stupid.” I muttered, rolling my eyes.

“You’re stupid.” My best friend Brandon said while smirking.

“Shut up.” I said shaking my head. He had the worst comebacks.

“Niall!” One of my other best friends shouted. She flicked her long auburn hair off her shoulder and walked towards our table. We were at school at lunch and I hadn’t seen her all day. She patted my head before taking a seat beside me.

“What’s up my hoe?” I winked at her. She just shook her head.

“I ain’t your hoe.” She glared.

“I know you want to be.” I smirked.

“You’re so cocky!” She exclaimed.

“Hey you know you love me Chrissy!” I said stretching out my arms.

She rolled her eyes and muttered, “Sure.” She even refused my hug. Fine if she wanted to be like that.

“Anyways, what was I saying? Oh where are you volunteering at?” Chrissy asked. Her real name was Christine, but we all called her Chrissy. I shrugged and my gaze traveled to this blonde girl who was staring at me. Once she noticed me looking at her, she adjusted her small dress so her boobs were sticking out more and so was her ass. Not a bad ass though…

“Niall!” Chrissy snapped me out of my thoughts.

“What?” I asked, while running my hands through my blonde hair, spiking it back up.

“We have to volunteer or we won’t graduate.” She whispered. I peered into her face to see seriousness clearly written on it.

“Okay I’ll go get a form after lunch.” I nodded.


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I walked to the main office while passing by freshmen and some juniors. I could feel the freshmen girls’ gaze on me.

“Hey bro” A junior said to me while patting my back. I recognized him, as Sandy and he was one of my best mates on the football team. (American football)

“What’s up man? You comin’ to practice today?” I asked.

“Yeah you know how coach is.” He sighed.

“Yeah well I’ll see you later.” I said. He nodded and disappeared into the crowd. A few other people greeted me too. Hey I was one of the most popular kids in school. I had everything. The looks, the girls, the smartness, the charm, and I was on the football team.

I quickened my walk to the office and slipped in.

“Hey Cheryl how are you today?” I greeted the receptionist in the office. I had known her since I started high school and she was like my grandma. She loved me. Hey who didn’t?

“Hey sweet pea! I’m fine, how are you?” She said kindly. She looked back to her computer and I could barely keep up with her fingers, because of how fast they were typing on the keyboard.

“I’m wonderful now that I’ve seen you!” I exclaimed.

“Aww you’re too sweet. So what brings you here today?” She asked, her eyes never leaving the computer screen.

“Uh I need one of those forms for volunteering or something like that.” I muttered while shaking my head. I don’t understand why we have to volunteer anyways. It wasn’t like it mattered.

“Okay. Here you go.” Cheryl said while handing me the form.

“The guidance counselor has already picked a place for you to volunteer at. It’s highlighted on the form.” She said. I looked down the form and saw “Center for the Mistreated.” What was that place? I kept reading the paper ad saw it said “Owned by Mr. and Mrs. Styles.” I've seen that name somewhere before…

“Okay thanks Cheryl. I’ll see you later!” I replied.

“Bye Niall!” She said.







*3 Days Later*

“Hmm Third Street.” I muttered to myself while looking for the center for where I was supposed to volunteer. I peered over the steering wheel to get a better view.

“I’m supposed to work at some accounting firm. It’s on 2nd street.”  Chrissy said from beside me.

“Okay I’ll drop you off first.” I saw the sign for 2nd street and turned into the parking lot for the place where Chrissy was supposed to volunteer.

“Thanks Niall!” Chrissy thanked as she got out of the car. She waved to me as she disappeared into the accounting firm. Chrissy, Brandon and I had been friends since we were really little and I hoped we would still remain friends.

I drove around for a few minutes and finally found the center neatly tucked away in a shopping complex. It looked so out of place there, but I guess that was the only place where they could find a building. Who knows.

I parked and got out of my shiny new mustang. I adjusted my leather jacket and pushed my ray bans onto my face. I entered the building and walked up the desk in the entrance. A lady in her late 30’s peered up at me.

“Hey I’m Niall Horan. I’m volunteering here for school.” I explained and her mouth formed into an O.

“Follow me.” She said sternly and got up from her chair. The click clack of her heels could be heard as she led me down a dark hallway. I didn’t even know what I was going to do here. It seems like a waste of time. We turned into another hallway and that led to a door. She opened it and light flooded the dim hall. I walked in and saw about ten eyes train on me. A man with messy brown hair approached me. He looked like he was in his late twenty’s.

“Hello you must be Niall. I’m Marcel Styles. You can call me Marcel.” The man said and stretched out his hand. I shook it and said, “Nice to meet you.”

“Okay Niall you’ll be in charge of the kids that are abused, today. My wife, Samantha, you can call her Sam, will be telling you what to do.” Marcel explained. “She’ll be here soon.” He said, looking at his watch. “For right now, you should get to know these kids.”
How am I supposed to do that? Gosh this is stupid.

Marcel left the room and I awkwardly stood before the kids. Most of them were in their late teens like me, but some were younger. They all sat in chairs in a circle and were quiet and still like if they moved something would happen to them.

I didn’t know how to begin, so I started with the simple greeting.
“Hey everybody.” I began. I approached their small circle and squeezed into the middle. Nobody said anything and I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I thought back on what Marcel said. These were the kids that were abused. That’s why they were that still.

“So guys tell me about yourselves.” I said. Nobody said anything and nobody moved. This was harder than I thought!

“We’ll start with you,” I said pointing a random red headed boy that looked like he was in middle school. "And everybody has to go around and tell me something about them. Then I’ll tell you guys about me. Okay?” I continued and finished. The boy appeared uncomfortable, so I decided to help him out.

“What’s your name?” I asked him. He raised his head and looked at me. He had big green eyes and they were filled with an emotion that I couldn’t exactly pick out. A scar ran down his left cheek and he fiddled with the sleeve of his shirt, trying to hide it. Thoughts ran through my head of how he might’ve gotten the scar. These kids were the abused… My expression softened and I bit my lip.

“M-my name’s A-Alex.” He stuttered in a small voice.

“Nice to meet you Alex. How old are you?” I asked softly.

“I’m 12.” He nervously answered. A kid that young shouldn’t be here. He should be out hanging out with his friends.

"Can you tell me a little about yourself? Don't be shy; I don't bite." I said in the kindest voice I could possibly stir up. I felt really weird with these kids.. I felt sad.

"Wel-ll I make all A's in school..." He trailed off.

"That's brilliant! Keep up the good work." I told him, giving a bright smile.

"Thanks." He said, giving me a toothy grin.

"So do you like any sports?" I asked, trying to keep him talking.

"Well I love playing baseball if I have someone to play with." He said more confidently this time.
I thought over what he said. I really liked this kid and I wanted to genuinely help him. I'd only known him for 10 minutes, but I felt connected to him somehow.

"Hey how about tomorrow at 6:00, I'll meet you at Oakside Park. We can play then. Alright?" I asked. I was surprised at myself. I wasn't usually this nice to anybody... I watched as his face lit up and he nodded his head eagerly.

I smiled and continued the circle, trying to get to know these kids. So far, there was Greg who liked to paint, Rachel who loved to sing, and Emmy who wanted to be an actor when she grew up. I laughed as she replaced my name in a line of Romeo and Juliet and acted it out.

My eyes then traveled to the next person in the circle. She was covered from head to toe with her clothes and not a sliver of skin was showing. She had a baggy jacket on with the hood up, worn pants and shoes that were torn at the edges.

"What's your name?" I asked kindly. She didn't look up from her hands where she was fiddling with her thumbs.

"Avalon." She whispered. Her voice wasn't rough or low like I expected. It was actually very sweet sounding.

"So tell me something about yourself." I say, waiting for her answer. She was definitely different.. It wasn't all about the way she dressed, it was also about how shy and timid she was. Some of the other girls here were shy too, but they opened up. This girl didn't look like she was going to just yet. But luckily I would be able to sway her with my charm.

"C'mon, you don't have to be shy." I continued after a long stretch of silence.

"Oh why don't you drop the act. We know you're just here for the volunteer hours. And you're just being nice to us, because we're abused. You don't need to take pity on us." She spat at me, first surprising me and then her words hitting me squarely on my chest.

I watched as she got up from the rusty chair and pushed it away from her as she stormed out of the room. I stood there speechless, with my mouth open, not knowing what to do.

 

Note: So how'd you guys like the first chapter? Interesting? Boring? Comment!

I want to thank everyone who is reading<3

Sooo you guys know I always do this! Guess the song for a dedication:
"If our love is a tragedy, why are you my remedy?"

He is so adorable omg------------> (picture to the side)

Much love xx-stargurl<3

(Vote if you think Niall is adorable and just like a cute little leprechaun ugh he drives me crazy)