Louder [Niall Horan]

Chapter 1

Junior year

*Cameron's Pov*

I brushed off the non-existant lint on my jeans, looking at the table in front of me. In every school there was the old, rugged, and abandoned table near the cafeteria. It just so happened that was where I would eat lunch everyday. I had no friends, besides the figments of my imagination who kept me entertained. Some people whispered incoherent things to me as they wandered by, things like,

"Weird girl."

"Fool."

But it didn't bother me, being called a weird girl wasn't all tat bad, and fool could mean anything, so who was I to take that to heart? I hummed a random tume to myself, peering at my food, waiting for it to jump out at me or something. Usually if you had no friends, you would sit in the bathroom or library to eat. But I had one friend, he just didn't know it. About 10 feet away from me, there was a table, the wooden table in which I would watch everyday, because he sat there. 5 guys everyday sat there. Niall Horan, and the four others whose names I had failed to know. Occasionally a girl would sashay on by, taking their attention for a moment, sometimes so much they were forced to talk to them. But the blonde was the one to capture my attention, the first time I saw him. His accent entranced me, his personality amazed me, and his laugh made me smile, and he... made me fall. Cheesy, right? But something about him tended to draw me near him.

Later in class, when Mr. Steller had passed our pop quizzes, I couldn't decide what made my heart race more, the fact that Niall had sat next to me, or the fact that he chose to. Maybe he planned on making me nervous, or planned on embarrassing me, but no matter what, I knew I liked it.

I was deep in thought, mindlessly doodling on the paper when I had finished. No one even knew I was here, so if I was the first one to turn the quiz in, I would be noticed. I don't like the attention, even if it's that small. I reached down in my bag for a pen, clumsily dropping it, rolling right under the desk of Niall. I couldn't decide if he was watching me or if he simply looked over at that second, but he laughed picking up the pen, using it on his own quiz. I rolled my eyes, glaring at him to give it back, but the smile on his face never left, because he knew he was bothering me. I leaned over, lightly hitting his arm.

"Give it back." I hissed.

He shook his head, staying quiet. That is until I looked up seeing Mr. Steller peer up at me, his arms crossed, and brow furrowed. Instead of being screamed at, he simply took the pen and wrote a huge 0 on my paper and a 'talk to me after class'. I sighed crossing my arms, not daring to look at Niall, while he mouthed a sorry. I leaned my head over my desk, taking out my notebook, not much left to lose anyways, and doodled. Without thinking, my hand spelled out n i a l l. Of course, since I was left handed, all I had to do was turn my head and realise he had been watching me. I blushed, leaning over it and letting my hair block his view. I scribbled it out, writing 'I hate everything' in bold letters, it was my catchphrase anyways.

A piece of paper came flying at my head. I closed my eyes, slowing turning to Niall glaring at him. I guess you could say this is how I flirt. Bad. He smiled widely, pointing at the piece of paper. I opened it slowly, inside scrawled in his handwriting were the words 'I'm sorry'.

I rolled my eyes looking back towards him. He smiled, raising his hand like a good boy, and turned in his quiz. Oh, the irony.

Before I could turn my head back to my notebook, a pencil was thrown at me.

Oh, it's on.

I chucked 2 pencils back, hitting him square in the face.

I stifled a laugh, his face surprised and in fake hurt. I giggled shamelessly until my face was greeted with a binder.

My mouth dropped as I searched around for something to throw, I threw my notebook at him, watching him get hit in the face.

The bell rang breaking our mini war.

I smirked, victory.

I grabbed my backpack, walking towards Mr. Steller.

"Sorry." A voice spoke as he walked out the door. I smiled, shaking my head.

"Cameron, just because you like a boy is no reason to talk during a quiz."

I blushed furiously, not everyone had left the classroom!

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said grabbing the detention slip, and leaving the classroom.

Me:1 Mr. Steller:0

It was only then when I realized my mistake. I had thrown my notebook at Niall. Along with everyone of my thoughts in the past year.

Shit.

A/N

YAY FIRST CHAPTER! It's midnight here and I'm half asleep, so sorry if it sucks. Please vote or comment, thank you so much!

-Kassidy