****FOUR MONTHS LATER***
Niall Horan had just gotten off the plane, his legs were half asleep and he was limping with every step he took. His dad followed behind him, and Niall laughed at him, who’s eyes were about to close, and he looked like he was falling over. “Dad, wake up, you gonna fall over.” His dad’s eyes popped open and he sighed. “Thanks Ni, my head is spinnin, I’m nervous about starting my job at Bradford Prep. What if the kids don’t like me?” “Dad, they’re gonna like you, everyone likes you, it’s just a new school. Us teens are all the same.” His dad smiled and patted Niall’s back. “Thanks bud.” They picked up the rest of their suitcases and called for a taxi. The taxi-driver dropped them off at their flat, and Niall found their last name on the mailboxes to find their flat number. He grabbed his dad’s suitcase, as well as his, and brought them to the elevator. The door opened and he grabbed the key from his dad. He opened the door, and smelled a familiar scent. It was his stepmum’s candle. She arrived there before the guys did, so she made the apartment feel like his home, in Ireland. But Niall still wanted to be back at home. He missed all his friends, and his ex, Ryan. But the thing he was really nervous about was, going to a new school. He was scared of what the people would think of him being gay. He was just scared.
