White Blood Cells | Narry AU

Mission | 1

Niall

I left the house tugging on the ends of my Derby Jumper and messing with my converse. I waited for My big brother Zayn, so he can take me to school.

Zayn is a sweetheart. He makes the girls swoon and the guys wish to be him. I know he's sounds like some cliché person but it's true. Girls left their boyfriends to be with zayn. But zayn fell in love a month ago and he's cooling it for now.

I checked my watch for the time and heard the door open and close revealing zayn. Dressed in a white button up shirt with a tank top underneath. He worn black skinny jeans and all black converse. With his signature quiff he wore chains that his friend told him were cool.

Mom didn't approve.

"Here's lunch money for today, and you left your homework on the kitchen table last night so I put it in your bag." He said and we started our journey to his car.

Zayn isn't my real brother if that's what you think. He is my step brother. But his father died long time ago and my mom and dad ended up back together. I guess true love will always find a way back huh?

He drove us put of the neighborhood and down the street to the school. We turned off and we're immediately at the school. So much for living near to the school.

After he parked in the students parking lot, we got out and parted out separate ways with a goodbye. Then I saw him again.

Standing against the wall, his foot planted against it and his hair falling in his face. His curls were a bit loose from yesterday but it made him look even better. They hung longer. He looked at something on his phone.

It's hard to find out a strangers name. Especially if you have no classes with them but gym. In gym I try my hardest to find a way to talk with him but he's either busy in the weight room or busy running the track, keeping in shape.

I love watching him though. He looks really good when I see him working out. His torso is toned and he's strong. His legs are my dream legs and his arms are huge. I admit one day, he worn small blacks shorts and I could see his dick through them. Let me tell you, he was packing. That's isn't the first time either. I've seen it through his boxers in the locker room. I've seen it all.

I just want to eat him alive but I would do some use if I knew his name. I walked into school alone as usual. I wanted to make conversation with others, maybe find out what his name is but how the hell do you start one?

"Hi My name is niall and I'm in love with Supernatural!"

"Sup' names niall, you look good in that top."

"Stranger What's good?"

Some suggestions ran through my head as I huffed. I will never be able to say anything or talk to anybody. I walked to my first class which was Art. I'm fine with having first period art. That means I get all the good colors and plus the beginining of the day is always quiet anyway.

I walked inside and noticed something very unusual. He was sitting in my seat. Why was he here? He was never in this class. Did he switch with Choir? I heard Ms. Reed was boring but not boring enough to switch. Or maybe he was in trouble. Oh my god! He's in trouble! Please tell me he isn't in trouble.

I dived for a seat in the back because clearly mine was taken. I had took the long way around to avoid him, so I didn't trip and fall staring at his beauty.

I sat in my seat and saw the clean canvas before me. I got my colors from the side table in the corner and in walked Ms. Thaglen. It's pronounce Tag-Lin. Weird? Definitely.