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I was 13 years old when I met Niall. He was wearing black jeans and a kiss t-shirt. He looked very dark, but he was very charming. He played football with my brother. They became good friends and Niall was always at my house. He seemed like those obnoxious popular boys who rule the school. he is not that person, but he is popular. I have to admit, I had a huge crush on him. All the girls in school liked Niall. I knew Niall would never like me though. I'm a nerd who likes to draw and I happen to have a hell of a popular brother. My brother and I are best friends at home, but at school it feels like he doesn't even know me. Everybody at school teases me. When I say tease, I mean hardcore tease. I get beat up and called names. My brother does nothing about it.
Now I am a 15 and a half years old, and still a nerd. My brother still plays football on the same team with the same teammates. Niall still comes over, and I still dream about him. Nothing never really changed.
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It all started when I was home alone drawing pictures. My mum and my brother flew to New York for a baseball tournement. I have always been anxious being home alone just because of the area I live in. I was peacefully drawing until I heard pounding on the door.
I decided to ignore it.
I heard the pounding again. I walked up to the door and put my hand to the handle.
What are you doing Ellie? There could be a murderer out there.
I pushed my paranoid thoughts out of my head. "Who is it?" I yelled " Niall. Help!" Niall? what would he be doing here. He knows that my brother is New York right now. Why would he be here? But he yelled help. I yanked the door open and Niall trips in with blood all over his face. I cupped my hands over my mouth.
"I know. I uh got into a fight." Niall chuckled.
I sighed. "Let's get you cleaned up."
Niall took a seat on the chair in the kitchen. I went and got a first aid kit and a face cloth.
"Are you going to give me a needle doctor?" Niall laughed. I blushed. Hes just so cute. I'm actually so surprised that he is talking to me. I thought maybe he would leave when he saw me.
"No but I will, if you get into another fight." I smiled at him.
"They're really fun though. It's hard to resist." He smiled back.
I opened the kit and took out some rubbing alcohol. "Uhm this might sting so try not to cry." I teased him.
"Niall Horan doesn't cry."
I took the wrapping off and rubbed the alcohol on his cuts.
"Shit." Niall whispered. I mouthed sorry and he just smiled at me.
After I was done with the rubbing alcohol, I took out some cream and dabbed it onto the cuts. I grabbed and ice bag from the freezer. "Here put this on your eye."
He had a very swollen eye that I know it will be black and blue by tomorrow. I started to rub the cream onto the cuts. While I was doing that our eyes locked. He had such beautiful blue eyes. Niall was just watching me put the band aids on. It was a little bit awkward having him stare at me the whole time.
"Thank you doctor Ellie." Niall smirked.
I got up and walked back to do my drawings. I work in my art room. It's a room that used to be a guest bedroom and I practically live in there. I have all my musical instruments and I love to think in there. The walls are spray painted, and yes my mum almost had a heart attack when she saw them. My paintings are all around the room and I have a desk in the right corner and a canvas on a stand in the other. I realized Niall followed me all the way up here. No one was supposed to see this.
"Woah what is this?" Niall asked. Shit. No one really knew I liked this stuff except my family. I told one of the cheerleaders and she thought it was weird. I don't want Niall to think it's weird.
"I uhm I am an artist." I said really quietly so he wouldn't hear.
"Why are you so ashamed of it?" Niall asked. I guess he figured out that I didn't want him to know.
I didn't answer. I feel like an idiot, oh my god. Niall chuckled. He walked over to my desk and took a white sheet of paper. He picked up a pencil and studied my face. After that, Niall began drawing on the paper. What is he doing?
"Cover your eyes!" Niall told me. What the hell. I decided to cover my eyes. About 2 minutes later Niall asked me to take my hands off my face. He showed me the paper. It was a pencil drawing of a familiar face. Wait, that's my face! Woah he's amazing.
"I uh like to draw too. I swear i'm not a nerd." Niall almost whispered. The most popular boy in the region draws a picture of the biggest loser in the region. But you know what annoys me? Why does everyone think that if you're not good at sports, you're a loser? So what if Niall enjoys doing art. I think it's amazing that he likes it. On the other hand, I'm sure my brother and his other teammates would make fun of him.
"It's phenomenal." That's all I can say. I'm so speechless.
Niall smiled at the ground. "Thanks." He said. He started to look at some of my art work.
"Does anyone know that you like art? Like your teammates or anything?" I said to break the awkward silence.
"No. Everyone thinks independent activities are nerdy. I think art gets things off my mind." Niall replied. He is so right. It's just so weird that this is coming from his mouth.
"Well, you are really talented Niall." I walk a little bit closer to him.
"Thanks." He walks closer to me.
"Anytime broski."
Niall starts to giggle. "Did you just call me broski?" Niall is walking closer and closer to me. His thumb brushes my cheek. Is he going to? My heart is pounding out of my chest and I feel really nervous. Butterflies, that's what they're called right? I was just looking in his beautiful blue eyes, and then he pulled me into a kiss. I can't believe this is happening. The boy I liked since I was 13, kisses me.
His lips are so soft and warm. This was so crazy, I couldn't help but shiver. This is so, so crazy. Oh my god. Niall pulled me closer. I moved my hands to his hair grabbing it. I have to give kudos to myself for getting a boy who I have a huge crush on to kiss me. Wait a minute. I pulled away. There are too many thoughts in my head. What if Niall goes and tells his teammates that he kissed me? What if he twists it up and says something like I made him kiss me? What will my brother do if he finds out? Niall wouldn't do this to me, would he?
"Ellie." Niall panted. We were so out of breath. I turned my phone on to check the time. It was 11:30. It was that late already?
"I'm so tired." Niall wined. "You could just crash the night here." I suggested. I didn't want him to go. "If that's okay with you, can I?" Niall asked. "Yeah of course." We decided to go to bed now.
"You can sleep here, I'll sleep on the couch." I hate the couch. I have no choice though. "Thank you Ellie!" Niall whispered. He snuggled in my bed and fell fast asleep. I could get used to watching this.
