Popular - A Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 1

Niall's POV  

The first day of school is always the most awkward day of the year, if not the school dances where I'm left at home while all the other kids slow-dance middle school style. If you knew my friends, you'd know we were the weird kids at our school. We always walked into school thirty minutes early, so we could talk about stuff. I waved at Marcel as I stepped out of Mike's old Chevy Camaro that was handed down from his dad. The AC didn't work, two of the four windows didn't roll down, the engine took a while to start-up, but the seats were leather and the radio had pretty good stations. We all knew it as Ol' Faithful, because you'd have to turn the key a billion times until it worked, yet he remained faithful to the old car.  

Marcel Styles, Mike Carter, and Andy Weston were my closest mates. Where is Andy, you ask? Well, he's always 5 minutes later than we all were, which I guess is still 25 minutes early. We all got along really well, we all had about the same IQ, we loved video games, and were all at the bottom of the social pyramid. Marcel and I wore thick glasses, but Mike resorted to contacts. Andy had 20/20 vision. That lucky bastard.   

We always met at the hedges on the right side of the entrance of the school. That was where we could avoid the jocks and cheerleaders, who usually picked on us or just poked fun at us. But, today was an exception. Today we met at Ol' Faithful, since we didn't want to get caught up in all the back-to-school drama. It was also how we observed our peers in their natural habitats.   I looked over at two cheerleaders, squealing their heads off. They ran toward each other, hugging and jumping up and down. "OhEmGee, I have not seen you since last week! How have you been?!" The other, shorter girl responded, "OhEmGee, Girl. I missed you SO much! I absolutely could not wait to see you today!" They walked away, their ponytails swaying as they chit chatted toward the science building.   

The loud voices erupting behind us caught my attention. The deep, masculine voices of the jocks stood in their stance, arms crossed in front of their broad chests. They were our sworn enemies, though they were mainly known for the things they did to us, especially. From the mischievous looks on their faces, I knew that they were plotting something against us.   "Hey nerds! Miss us?" Jimmy, the star football player stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. Marcel stepped back, stuttering out of nervousness, "N-no, not r-really, c-can you j-just let us a-alone for once? W-we'd really like t-to get to c-class and..." He could not even finish his sentence before Jimmy picked him up by his shirt collar. I had to do something to help him. "HEY! PUT HIM DOWN." Matthew, the running back of the football team, stepped toward me. "Why should we? I mean you owe it to us." "Since when do we owe you anything?" He thought about it for a minute until Robby, the basketball star, spat it in our faces. "For us not beating you up over the summer!"   

Before we even know it, the three of them picked up Mike and I and threw us into the hedges, along with Marcel who was getting a terrible wedgie at the moment. As I fell into the thorny branches, I felt my arm twist and my leg be fallen onto. "Ouch! Dammit Mike, you fell on my leg!" Mike struggled to pull himself up off of me. We sat up, just in time to see Andy running over to us, school books messily stacked in his hands. "Hey guys, what'd I miss?" We all groaned, grabbing  his hands to try to get up and over the hedges.   

A fruity perfume filled my senses and the sound of heels clicked on the pavement. I could instantly tell which clique would approach us next. Andy looked up, as Marcel came running toward us, only to fall at the feet of the most popular girl in school. Audrey Greene looked down at helpless Marcel, who was already starting to grab his books and scoot on his butt away. It appeared that his boot was caught on a piece of gum on the sidewalk. Mandy Golde, Audrey's best friend spoke up first. "Wow, poor nerd kid can't even stand on his own two feet!" She sneered at his poor attempt to get up, which pulled him back onto the floor.   

Zoe Lockharte, the third best friend in the popular clique, looked over to Andy, who was trying to be cool by leaning against the bushes...well until they gave way and yet another person fell on my injured leg. I gave another yell of pain, which caused all of them to look into the bushes. "Wow, the lame-os have really stepped it up for senior year! Real classy boys!" Zoe laughed at her own joke, as Mandy joined in. They both ran ahead to meet up with their football boyfriends, leaving Audrey behind, still staring down at us. She reached out her hand toward me.   

Suddenly it was like everything was in slow-motion. I saw her bat her eyelashes, and her hand grew closer to me. Her light brown, wavy hair allowed the breeze to pass through it and her dark chocolate reflected the sunlight. Her sweet, angelic voice spoke to me. "Hello..." Her raised voice awoke me from my trance, as she stood there, her eyebrow furrowed in a confused expression. I then realized that she had reached out her hand to help me up. I felt my face flush a scarlet red, and grabbed her hand for support.

 Once I had gotten up and over the hedges, she helped poor Marcel up, who had managed to get at least some of the gum off of his shoe. She brushed off her skirt, and continued to walk, looking around to make sure no one had noticed her kind gesture. I guess people knew her as one who cared only about herself, but that kind act wouldn't go unnoticed. It was one out of the five times she had ever interacted with me.   

The first time was in Kindergarten, when I was in need of a red crayon to finish my drawing of a hot air balloon. She had leaned over the table to hand me one. Our hands touched for a moment, and everything was jolly until Rick Opsach took it out of my hand and chewed it to bits. He even showed me his red tongue and the vomit that came after.   

The second was when we were in second grade. Our teachers decided to host a fall play, and I was cast as the supporting role, with Audrey as the lead. I'm pretty sure the only reason I got the role was because the teachers felt bad for me, considering I had no friends at the time. She was playing the third little pig, and I was the Big Bad Wolf. I was supposed to "blow her house down" but instead, I sneezed right in her face. She squealed and reached in my pocket for my packet of tissues.  We both contracted the flu  that week, thanks to my poor immune system.

The third was in the fifth grade. We had our annual talent show that year. She had decided to perform a dance with her newfound friends, Mandy and Zoe. They were doing it to the song "Don't Stop Believing." Since my parents had forced me into guitar lessons to try to "make me a normal kid", they asked me to play it. During rehearsals, she asked me to zip up the rest of her dress. That dress was the most intriguing thing a fifth grader could wear, and she blew everyone's socks off. 

  The fourth was during the seventh grade Winter Formal. My new friend, Marcel told me that I should muster up the courage to ask Audrey to dance. I stuttered a bit, and could feel the sweat dripping down my forehead. She grabbed my hand, which meant yes. That is, until Ryan pulled her away to dance with him instead. She looked at me in forgiveness, but hey, at least we held hands for about 3 seconds.   

And this hand holding for three seconds was extended to five seconds for the fifth interaction, since she had to pull me up out of the bushes. Mike brushed himself off, clearing his throat, once again awakening me from my trance. "You ready to go inside for calculus?" I smiled briefly, and picked my books up off the ground. "Yeah...I have a feeling this year is going to be different."   

And I did. All I needed was a contract and five hundred dollars from my savings account. I already had a plan to win over a heart and raise my social standing. I wasn't ready to back down, and I'd bring my friends with me. I walked, head high, up the steps of the school, that is until I walked right into the door. Marcel looked at me from inside, with an apologetic look. This'll be the last time West High sees Niall Horan as the school nerd!  

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Awh! Fetus Nialler on the sidebar ;D Anyway, I'm attempting a new storyline (don't judge me) Dx So hopefully this goes well? I've never done it from one of the boys' perspectives before. Don't expect a new chapter soon, I've got a four page essay to write!   

XOXO, authentickisses